Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Chapter 888 Learning The Truth

Stanford walked over and looked at the posters advertising several movies that were posted on the

door of the cinema.

"You came to the movies alone?" He asked.

Amanda smiled, "There's no one here who can watch a movie with me either, is there?"

"Which one did you see?" Suddenly, he was curious to know which movie she would be watching

alone.

Three movies had been released this month, some sci-fi and some about romance.

Amanda turned her head to look at him and said, "Flipped."

"Miss Flores, do you have a boyfriend?" He asked again.

"What, Mr. James? You're interested in my personal affairs?" She smiled.

Stanford didn't know how he would ask so many questions.

It was as if none of the words had gone through his head.

"Sorry." He became serious, "It's late, Miss Flores. Just go home early and get some rest."

With that, he walked towards the car.

Amanda stood still. Watching his back, she suddenly said, "Mr. James, do you ever love anyone?"

Stanford suddenly stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.

"It has nothing to do with work. You can not answer. It's just that today's movie is good. If you have

time, you can watch it for entertainment as well." With that, she turned and walked in the opposite

direction to him.

At that moment, she just wanted to know if he had ever liked her during the time he had been with her.

So what if he had liked her or not? What would that change?

She laughed at herself and tilted her head, then straightened her back.

Stanford stood still, and his gaze shifted to the movie poster of Flipped.

Probably because it was about a childhood love story, the poster had a boy and girl as the thematic

images.

He stared at Simona's back but somehow overlapped her figure with that of another woman.

She was clearly not her, so why did he always associate her with her?

He didn't like the feeling. She was her, and he didn't like the idea of her being replaced by someone

else!

He didn't start the car first thing when he got in but turned his head to look at the poster.

She was also young when he first met her.

She gave him a warm feeling when she smiled.

His eyes deepened with affection that even he had not noticed.

He didn’t know when her smile had taken root in his heart. No matter how much he tried to deliberately

ignore it, he could never forget it.

Every time he thought of it, his heart ached.

It took him a long time to calm down and start the car to leave.

On the next day…

Amanda was still asleep when she was awakened by a sharp ringing of her mobile phone. She

grabbed the phone and picked it up while Casimir's voice came on the other end of the line, "Hurry up

and watch the news."

"What news?" She sobered up a bit.

"The gossip about your ex-husband." The person on the other end of the phone teased her.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"What gossip?"

Then Casimir hung up the phone and sent the day's news to her phone. She clicked on the link and

found the huge headline that read 'J&Y Group's president 'puts on a limited show' with a beautiful

woman in a nightclub', and there was a photo of Stanford kicking a woman below.

Casimir sent a message over and teased her: Why does your ex-husband even beat up women? He is

so grumpy, so has he ever beaten you?

Amanda ignored him and continued to read the news. Usually, news like this would exaggerate the

facts to get the attention of the public.

The general idea was that Stanford had slept with a beautiful woman, but they had a big fight because

the price was not agreed upon.

Amanda was expressionless but just felt funny.

Would Stanford be short of money now? Would he beat up someone in public for money?

Seeing that she didn't reply to the message, Casimir sent another one over: You're not upset, are you?.

Amanda replied: Why would I be upset?

Casimir texted: You're not sad that your ex-husband has gone to a nightclub to find a woman?

Amanda immediately replied: Didn't you also say he was my ex-husband?

If he was her ex-husband, then he had nothing to do with her.

Casimir then texted: Okay. Have a good day.

Amanda put her phone down and got up. She had things to do today.

She went out after washing and dressing. It was Lindsay who had victimized her back then. If she

wanted to have her punished the way she deserved, she would have to find proof that she had done it

to her.

But she had no clues and didn’t dare to contact those people. She was afraid that her parents would

find out.

She wanted to avenge herself, and now she had to do it the dumbest way possible.

The security system at her and Stanford's place used to be exceptionally well-made, with everyone

entering and leaving recorded. Even though so much time had passed, she wanted to see it. What if

there was a clue? Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

So after breakfast, she went to the place where she used to live with Stanford.

It was only a year old and the place was depressed beyond recognition. The yard was littered with

leaves, the lawn was long from lack of mowing, and the leaves were as thin and spiky as the spines of

a hedgehog.

She tried to unlock it with the original password. Moreover, it seemed that Stanford had also moved out

of the place after their divorce and had not deliberately changed the password. So the door opened at

once, and she pushed it open and walked in.

Standing within the courtyard, she had the feeling as if a generation had passed. Once she thought she

would be happy here with him until she grew old.

Yet the reality was that harsh.

Calming herself down, she walked to the door of the villa and opened it. The password had not been

changed either, and it was still the same.

When she pushed open the heavy door, the house was cold, and all the furniture was covered in a

thick layer of dust.

The home she had longed for when she married him was now in this state.

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and she couldn't help but cry.

She cried at her stupidity!

She sniffled and walked towards the study. The main control of all the surveillance and security

systems in the villa was in the study.

She had lived here for three years and knew all the arrangements well.

Pushing open the door to the study, she walked in, went to the computer on the desk, and turned it on.

Stanford did not live here, but none of the water or electricity was cut off. Everything was as it was

before, except for the dust that had settled on it.

Soon, the computer monitor lit up.

She clicked on the surveillance system and filled in the search field for the time she wanted to see.

However, the only surveillance for that day that had been deleted was the time she was taken away.

She thought about it and felt it was right. Since Lindsay had done something bad, how could she not

erase all traces of it?

As long as she had done something bad, there was bound to be a clue. Since this clue didn't work,

there was still the person Lindsay had paid off to kidnap her at the time.

She could always find a clue.

She shut down the computer, and just as she was about to leave, she accidentally touched a book that

was sitting on the desk.

With a snap, the book fell to the floor and stirred up a cloud of dust.

She bent down to pick it up and a photograph fell out of the book. She was very surprised when she

saw the photo. Then she picked it up while it was of a woman holding a boy.

To her surprise, the woman was Lucy, and in her arms was Stanford as a child.

She fell back into the chair.

It was as if she understood where Stanford's hatred for her had come from.

Did he think it was her family that got his mother killed?!

Was that what he thought?

So he had planned to marry her from the beginning?

Was everything a plan for his revenge?

And was she a pawn in that plan?

Was her so-called love just a bait he had created on purpose to get her to fall for it?

Haha ...

"Stanford, Stanford, so you've been lying to me all this time. How stupid was I to trust you so much that

I wanted to give you a baby?"

She tilted her head and tried to force back the tears, but she couldn't control them, "You've lived with

me for three years, but don't you know anything about me? Do you know that I almost died in that car

accident too and that Boyce also had a narrow escape? How can you think that it was us that got your

mother killed?!"

She covered her heart and couldn't calm down after knowing the truth. Her heart ached that he knew

nothing about her and that he had imagined her that way.

"Yet I was delusional enough to want to spend my life with a man who had never trusted me, or loved

me?"

She sat in the dusty room for a long time until the tears dried on her face. Then she put the picture

back in the book, set it back in its place, got up, took one last look at the house, and smiled gently. It

was over. It was all over.

From now on, they were enemies!

She straightened herself and stepped out.

As she closed the door, her phone rang. It was Casimir calling.

She picked up the phone, "What's up?"

"I want you to have lunch with me."

"Are you so idle?" Amanda said as she walked.

"Hey, I was afraid you wouldn't fit in when you just came back to the country and wanted to keep you

company, but you misunderstood me. Okay, fine, just forget I ever made the call ..."

"It's my fault." Amanda immediately apologized, "Just come and pick me up now."

She gave the address.

This place was a little remote. The villa was built against the mountain and facing the sea, which was

clean with good surroundings and good views. And the only bad thing was that it was a bit far from the

city.

Casimir said to wait and that he would be there soon, then hung up the phone.

She walked along the road.

There were few people on this road and it was very quiet.

As she passed the fork in the road, she saw Lindsay's car, which was the same red Porsche from a

year ago. What was she doing here?