The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 431

Zadie chattered on, imparting a wealth of advice on "how to manage a husband" and sharing her secret rules for marital harmony.

Tamara listened obediently, nodding at the right moments, but internally, she found the whole situation deeply ironic. It was in this moment that she truly realized the position of the matriarch of the Sloan family wasn't as prestigious as it seemed. It all boiled down to relying on looks and manipulation to keep a man interested. And now, she had been reduced to living the same way. She suddenly reminisced about her days as the cherished daughter of the Sloan household. Back then, she only needed to be a naive, happy-go-lucky princess, and the whole family would spoil her and yield to her every whim.

But now? After marrying into the Sherwood family, although her dream had technically come true, the reality was a nightmare. Ever since Yvonne had publicly exposed the truth, Tamara felt like she was walking on thin ice within the Sherwood household. Her relationship with her own family wasn't the same either. Returning to the Sloan estate now meant facing skepticism and lectures from her own relatives. Was this really the life she had wanted?

Seeing her daughter distracted, Zadie frowned. "Tamara, are you listening to a word I'm saying?"

Tamara snapped back to reality and squeezed out a smile. "I know, Mom. I'll try my hardest."

Only then did Zadie nod in satisfaction. "Go on, then. Go rest in your room."

Instead of going to her room, Tamara wandered into the garden to clear her head. She sat alone on a rattan chair, her fingertips absentmindedly tracing the rim of her coffee cup, her gaze unfocused. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling her dress, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in her eyes.

"Why are you sitting here dazing off by yourself?"

A cool male voice came from behind her.

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