Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Micaela received a call from Dario Cepeda.

“Micaela, I’ve already squashed the hot topic, I’m sorry for causing you unnecessary distress, if there is anything I can do to help, just ask.”

“Thank you, but there is nothing else I need help with for now.”

Dario Cepeda was silent for a moment and said, “I won’t be back in London for a while …, so if you want to see me, feel free to call me.”

Micaela didn’t say yes, far from it, but rather a wordless silence.

“Micaela, I’ve actually come home to spend Christmas Eve with you, can you give me a chance?”

Dario Cepeda was direct in his question and Micaela pursed her lips and said, “Dario Cepeda, we really are past it.”

Dario Cepeda, on the other end of the phone, was clearly at a loss, “What about being friends?”

Dario Cepeda’s request was not excessive and Micaela could not refuse.

After hanging up the phone, Micaela saw the letters in the lobby and took them to the table, pulling them out one by one and examining them closely.

These imitations of the letters she wrote to Dario Cepeda are full of sweet, sugary words.

No wonder Dario Cepeda had suddenly returned to the country.

The words, on the contrary, were sweet but not cloying, and at first glance closely resembled his tone of voice.

The person who created the forgery knew his character.

There were many letters, but not many words, and Micaela read half of them without seeing any difference from her own usual handwriting.

The person who wrote these letters actually modeled her handwriting in such a way that even Michaela herself had trouble distinguishing it for a while.

Micaela had no idea until her eyes gave a sharp twitch when she saw the last letter.

In this letter, the word vow is used for the oath and is spelled correctly.

But Micaela has a little-known habit and a little problem she can’t get rid of: she always misspells the word “vow” in her vows.

And the person who posed as her to write the letter obviously didn’t know she had made this little slip-up.

Micaela picked up the letters and headed for the Matamoros family mansion.

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When the Micaela’s arrived at Villa La familia Matamoros, they did not enter the house, but simply stood for a while under the acacia tree, after entering the courtyard, and contemplated it in silence.

The old housekeeper saw Micaela and called out to her cheerfully, “Missy, you’re back, I haven’t seen you for a long time, you’re looking better and better!”.

The housekeepers and servants of La familia Matamoros admired Rufina Quesada for her good nature, but when Camila Linares entered the family, she fired most of the servants she had used during her life, and the old housekeeper, who was really good at her job, was The old housekeeper stayed on because she was really good at her job.

As a child, Camila Linares treated Micaela harshly before she could understand, and on several occasions the old housekeeper helped her on the sly.

So Micaela always had a grateful heart for the old housekeeper.

“Uncle Alano, I’m not going in, today I came to La familia Matamoros just to ask something of Florencia, please Uncle Alano go in and call Florencia for me.”

“Yes, I’ll go get the second lady.”

Micaela pulled a military knife from her bag and rubbed it gently against her fingertips, her eyes cold and indifferent, sharp.

In a few moments, Florencia was called out of the house by the old butler.

As soon as Florence came out of the house, she saw Micaela standing under the acacia tree in the courtyard.

Florencia approached impatiently and asked with a frown, “What do you want from me? Do we have something to say to each other?”

Micaela turned her head to look at her, hooking her red lips into a cold smile, “Yes, there’s nothing to say, and I don’t want to have anything to say to you. With you I was thinking, well water doesn’t offend, but now it seems I was thinking too much.”

“What do you mean?”

Micaela took the stack of letters out of her purse and held them in front of her, questioning Florencia, “These letters, you wrote them to Dario Cepeda in my own handwriting, didn’t you?”

Florencia’s eyes twitched, with a flicker of panic as she was prodded, but she quickly said with a straight face, “You’re getting so good at spitting blood, would it bore me so much to imitate you writing to Dario Cepeda? What am I trying to do?”

“What you’re imagining I don’t know, but these letters, you must give me an explanation today.”

“What proof do you have that I wrote those letters?” Florencia looked at Micaela, not disguising her displeasure.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Micaela looked at her calmly and said, “These letters were sent from the post office near La familia Matamoros, no one but you would have gone to this post office to send letters. I did not tell Dario Cepeda that I had moved away from La familia Matamoros, so if I sent more letters I would continue to send them to La familia Matamoros, and those letters, as is logical, would reach you. Therefore, it must have been you who wrote the letters to Dario Cepeda, imitating my handwriting. ”

“Oh, I suddenly remembered that it was you who offered to send Mr. Nico the postcard he received from Dario Cepeda for me last year, wasn’t it? Do you really think I didn’t know that? It’s just that I’m too lazy to talk to you”.

Florencia’s face turned red and white as she saw herself exposed, she gritted her teeth and said: “Yes, I did. If there really was no adultery between you and Dario Cepeda, why did Dario Cepeda send you a postcard after the breakup? If you didn’t have a ghost in your own heart, would you be afraid that Mr. Nico would misunderstand you?”.

Micaela raised her hand and slapped Florencia across the face. Florencia’s eyes glazed over and her head buzzed for a moment, covering her burning cheek and looking at Micaela with resentment and anger, holding back tears.

“Micaela, this is the Matamoros family, don’t you dare hit me!”

Micaela sneered, “You want to go get Beltran Matamoros to come out and back you up? Tell him to come out and I’ll teach him a lesson. It’s his problem that you’re like this.”

“You … you’re shameless! That’s your father too!”

Micaela hooked her lips and her charming smile contained a grim chill, “My father, he died a long time ago.”

Micaela lifted her foot and approached Florence, holding a military knife in her hand and pressing it against Florence’s face, lowering her head slightly and whispering in Florence’s ear, “If you do these little things behind my back again, I won’t just slap you, you know how bold I am, even with this knife it’s possible to slash your florid face a few times.”

Florencia’s eyes widened and her gaze trembled as she gazed at Micaela’s demurely smiling face, fearful for a moment, of Micaela’s flamboyant and arrogant look, as if the next moment the sharp dagger pressed against her face would actually cut her face, leaving shocking blood marks.

Florencia’s fingertips, dug into her palm with rage and fear, her voice trembling, “Micaela, I’m warning you, this is La familia Matamoros, if you mess with her, my parents won’t forgive you if they find out!”

“If I were you, I’d stop talking tough now, or this knife will cut your face if you’re not careful.”

“Micaela, what the hell do you want?”

Micaela slapped him in the face with the knife, “This is the first time I’m warning you and surely the last, you do these pranks again and next time I don’t know what crazy things I’m going to do, you know, I’m crazy, when I was eight years old, the first day you and your mother entered La familia Matamoros to take this Acacia, you should have known that with me you don’t play games. I can threaten Beltran Matamoros with suicide, I’m not even afraid to die myself, let alone kill you. what are you saying?”

“You’re intimidating!”

Micaela hooked her lips unnecessarily, “I can intimidate you in the courtyard of La familia Matamoros, do you think I’m going to be afraid that you’ll call the police to arrest me? Florencia, try those tricks again and I’ll show you how hard it is to be a human being.”

The blade in Micaela’s hand suddenly spun, and Florencia, thinking she was going to do it for real, turned pale with fear.

However, Micaela merely smiled indifferently and withdrew her dagger, “You imitated my handwriting very well, but one thing you didn’t notice is that the words of my oath, which I wrote, were always wrong, while you, you wrote them correctly. If you want people to know, you have to do it yourself. If you still want to live this stolen life of a great lady, be good to yourself. Otherwise, if I die, I will drag you and all The Matamoros family down with me. “