How My Ex Became My Next

The people gathered around Gilda as she became their center of attention.

Marilyn felt pleased about it. But Carol seated in the hallway corner was displeased, thinking, ‘These people are just as snobbish as usual.

‘They warm up to anyone who is well–off and has social standing. In the past, they would never stop cottoning up to me. But now they all flock to Gilda.‘

This reminded her of Sherry.

While Gilda led a happy life, Sherry continued to suffer in Marianta, which made Carol very

sad.

Carol asked, “Marilyn, she is no longer our family. Why did you invite her?”

Marilyn said unhappily, “Gilly is my guest. You are in no position to teach me what to do. You can go check how it is going in the kitchen if you are so bored. Stop being an eyesore

here.”

Carol said nothing more.

She then turned around and walked toward the kitchen.

Suddenly, Marilyn felt a nagging pain in her chest and quickly covered it with her hand.

She thought, ‘This happens again.‘

Marilyn got on her feet and went upstairs.

“Gilda…” Emily said as she made her way through the crowd. Emily had left a good impression on Gilda because Emily was usually kind and never made things difficult for her as other members of the Harrington family did.

“Emily!” Gilda responded.

Emily said with a grin, “You have changed a lot since we last met.”

Gilda smiled. “Emily, you are growing increasingly gorgeous.”

Emily suddenly seemed to think of something and said, “I just noticed that Grandma is not feeling well. She seems to have a heartache again.”

Hearing that Marilyn was not feeling well, Gilda asked with concern, “Is she okay?”

Emily looked around and said casually, “It’s strange. Grandma has been away for a while. What took her so long?”

Gilda became worried.

She looked around and only saw the guests chatting with each other. There was no sight of Marilyn, so she said, “Emily, I’ll go take a look upstairs.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Gilda turned around and walked towards the stairs.

She had lived here for three years and was familiar with this place.

She went straight to Marilyn’s room. “Marilyn, are you in there?”

Gilda walked inside, but there was no response.

Upon leaving the room, she encountered a servant after searching everywhere for Marilyn.

“Mrs. Harrington!” The servants respected her as usual.

Gilda smiled and said, “You can just call me Ms. Lynch.” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Yes, Ms. Lynch.”

Gilda turned to ask, “Have you seen Marilyn somewhere?”

The servant pointed to the room at the far end on the right and, said, “She seems to be in that room.”

Gilda thanked the servant and walked over there.

But she stopped after a few steps and glanced up at that room.

Gilda recalled that the Harrington family had forbidden entry into this room.

Marilyn had informed her that she could enter any room in the house save this one on the first day she moved into the Harrington residence three years ago.

“Marilyn, are you in there?” Gilda shouted without taking another step forward.

Without getting a response, Gilda turned around and was about to leave when the door opened slowly, leaving only a small gap.

Gilda hesitated for a moment and pushed open the door.

The antique furniture in the room was covered with dust, and the sunlight streamed in through the window. It felt surreal.

Gilda took two steps inside.

She was taken aback when she looked up inadvertently.