The Return of the Disguised Princess

Chapter 2
Lamont’s eyes flashed with hatred at Amelie’s plaintive query.
He hooked his finger, and two bodyguards lifted Amelie by her shoulders, took her to Draven’s tombstone, and pressed hard.
Her knees hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.
Amelie was forced to kneel in front of Draven’s tombstone. No matter how hard she struggled, the hands on her shoulders did
not move at all.
Lamont pressed her down in front of Draven’s tombstone, his voice low and hoarse.
“A sinner.”
Lamont’s voice filled with hatred caused Amelie’s heart to tremble, and the pain was tearing her apart.
She thought, Lamont, is that what you thought from the day we got married?
Amelie suddenly turned her head and stared at Lamont. His handsome and sharp profile was still stunning, and he was so noble
as if he was an aristocrat.
Yet there was only endless coldness, ridicule, and disgust in his eyes.
There was not the slightest bit of trust.
This single glance made Amelie’s heart completely cold.
She had loved him for so long, and in his eyes, she was nothing but nasty.
“Lamont...”
Amelie gritted her teeth and called out his name, almost trembling. She pressed her hands firmly on the ground, refusing to give
in.
She thought, the husband I’ve been so devoted to is now siding with others in criticizing me. I have been staying by Lamont’s
side humbly for five years because of love.

However, my love for him is not a reason for me to be arbitrarily bullied and wronged.
The police arrived. Leila pointed at Amelie and said, “She is the murderer. Arrest her now!”
Before the police captured Amelie and left, she still insisted on defending herself and looked earnestly at Lamont.
“I didn’t kill Draven. I can prove my innocence with a bit of extra time.”
However, as she expected, Lamont still did not respond. Instead, he simply stood up to leave.
At this precise moment, Amelie’s heart was completely cold.
She thought, forced by Draven, Lamont maintained a semblance of peace with me.
We have been married for five years, and I figured that I could get him to change his mind
whatsoever.
I guess I am way too naïve. I hoped he would believe me.
In his eyes, I am nothing but a scheming woman who covets the Byron family’s property and killed
Draven.
There are still so many questions.
But Lamont doesn’t even want to give me a chance to prove myself!
“Don’t move!”
The policeman berated and pushed Amelie out.
This time, Amelie no longer had the strength to defend herself. She just looked at Lamont in a daze.
She looked at the man whom she had loved for five years. To marry him, she even cut ties with her
family.
She looked at Lamont till he disappeared from her sight.

Outside the door of the Byron’s home, Amelie was covered in mud and followed the police in a
trance.
She suddenly thought everything through, and a bitter smile appeared on her pale face.
Before getting into the police car, she took out her phone in a sorry state and dialed a familiar
number.
When she arrived at the detention center, the two female inmates in the room came up with a smile
on their faces.
“Ms. Aylward told us to take good care of you!”
Amelie thought, Leila, you just can’t wait, can you?
Amelie sneered and did not move at all. Her eyes were dark and cold as she waited quietly.
Before the inmates could make a move, they were stopped by the police officers who had rushed over.
Then Amelie was called to the infirmary.
She sat calmly on the chair, and the doctor opposite her knocked on the medical report. “You are pregnant.”
Instantly, Amelie’s body trembled, and she unconsciously stroked her lower abdomen with her hand.
She thought, I am pregnant... It’s Lamont’s baby.
Draven always wanted grandchildren.
Will Lamont trust me a bit for the baby’s sake?