His Book Said I Was Evil Chapter 1

In the seventh year of my marriage to Julian Prescott, I accidentally discovered his secret.

He believed in a book, and that book had written all of our destinies in advance.

Serena Hale was the only heroine in the book, destined to have everything.

And I was the supporting character who targeted her at every turn and ended in misery.

In the book, people like me were called the vicious female side character.

Julian never married me because he loved me.

He only wanted to keep me under his nose and watch me for Serena.

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Ava Bennett POV

Old Mr. Prescott’s seventieth birthday banquet was held with great ceremony, and almost everyone familiar in our circle had come.

I stood beneath the hallway with my daughter Annie in my hand, lowering my head to smooth the wrinkles in her dress.

“Mommy, what should I say when I see Great-Grandpa later?”

“Say you wish Great-Grandpa good health.” Annie clutched the hem of my shirt and answered in her sweet little voice.

Serena Hale walked over right then.

She wore a plain white dress, her long hair loosely pinned behind her head, looking elegant and gentle.

She crouched in front of Annie and smiled as she said to her, “Annie is such a good girl, come on, can I take you to say hello to Great-Grandpa? Great-Grandpa likes obedient little kids the most.”

She was holding a cup of freshly poured hot water, and white steam was rising from the porcelain cup.

The water was too hot, and I was afraid it would hurt the child, so I reached out to take it. “Serena, the water is too hot, let me hold it.”

But the moment my fingers touched the rim of the cup, Serena’s wrist suddenly went limp, and the entire cup of boiling water poured straight toward Annie.

Almost out of a mother’s instinct, I pulled Annie into my arms and pushed Serena away at the same time.

Screams rang out at once.

Annie’s hand was burned bright red by the hot water, and blisters rose on her pale, tender skin in the blink of an eye.

She cried in my arms from the pain, and her whole body trembled violently.

Serena had also fallen to the side, bracing one hand on the floor, her eyes red and looking very frightened.

The surrounding guests instantly looked over.

The crowd parted, and Julian Prescott strode over.

I thought he would look at Annie first.

But he did not even spare a glance at his daughter, who was crying so hard her whole body shook, and instead walked straight to Serena and helped her up.

He looked at Serena, his voice filled with undisguised tension. “Did you hurt yourself anywhere?”

Serena lowered her head, tears falling in streams, and timidly hid behind him as she said in a weak voice, “Julian, don’t blame Ava, I was the one who didn’t hold it steady...”

Julian patted the dust off her clothes, and only then did he turn to look at me.

His eyes were dark, carrying a chilling indifference. “Ava Bennett, why did you put your hands on Serena?”

Holding Annie, who would not stop sobbing in my arms, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar. “Julian Prescott, Annie was burned by hot water, didn’t you see the blisters on her hand? Take her to the back and find a doctor first!”

“I’ve already had the doctor wait in the lounge.” Julian stood up and looked at me, his tone calm. “But I also saw that you pushed Serena.”

“She deliberately poured hot water toward Annie!” My tears finally spilled out, and my voice shook terribly. “I only pushed her away to protect my daughter! You don’t believe me?”

Julian’s brows furrowed slightly.

He looked at me as if I were crazy, and his voice was cold to the extreme. “Serena can’t even hold anything heavy, so what would she use to deliberately burn someone? Ava Bennett, there should be a limit to your lies.”

At that moment, my heart went completely cold.

“There are so many guests here today, and it’s inappropriate for you to push someone in public.” Julian looked at me coldly. “Apologize to Serena.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, so why should I apologize?” I held the child in my arms tightly, my knuckles turning white from the force.

Julian stopped wasting words with me.

He took a step forward, reached out with both hands, and forcibly took the child from my arms despite Annie’s crying.

“Julian Prescott! What are you doing! Give Annie back to me!” I rushed to snatch her back like I had gone mad.

Julian protected Annie with one arm and turned to hand the red-faced, crying child to Serena, who had just steadied herself.

Serena accepted her in a bit of panic, held her in her arms, and said weakly, “Julian, this doesn’t seem right, Annie is crying...”

“Serena, hold the child for now.” Julian turned back and completely blocked me two steps away.

He looked at me, his voice very soft yet carrying a cruelty that allowed no refusal. “Apologize to Serena, and after you apologize, you can take Annie to the lounge in the back to put medicine on her.”