On the night of our third wedding anniversary, I walked in on my husband and my best friend in bed. I smashed the gift in my hand into his face and dragged my half-dressed best friend off the bed. One was the husband I adored; the other was the best friend I had helped countless times. I never imagined they would betray me together. The scene was chaos. It took the police arriving to finally calm things down. But the next day, my husband sued me. He claimed I invaded their privacy when I barged in to catch them, causing "emotional distress," and demanded I pay compensation and kneel to apologize! I laughed in anger. Since they wanted compensation, I'd give it to them. The question is, do they dare to take it? 1 Luke and I had been married for three years. We were the envy of everyone, the model couple. Who would have thought that after just three years, Luke would cheat on me with my best friend? He once told me that even if he wasn't married and every other woman on earth disappeared, he wouldn't fall for a woman like my best friend. Back then, I laughed and defended her, saying she was actually a decent, responsible person. Now, my own words were slapping me in the face. Staring at the demand letter for "emotional distress damages" on my phone, I laughed bitterly. The betrayal was bad enough, but demanding compensation? Where did they get the audacity? I immediately called a press conference. I notified them to come early to collect their "damages" and hear my apology. Luke texted back: "Good, you finally learned your lesson." Bella sent a provocative message: "Samantha, how can you be so pathetic? Hahaha! I slept with your man more than once or twice. Every time you were on a business trip, he came to me to quench his thirst. Can you really tolerate that?" The messages were like needles in my eyes. I clenched my phone, released it, then clenched it again. Finally, I took a deep breath and walked into the press conference. Luke and Bella were there, watching me from the audience. Some friends who didn't know the truth whispered accusations: "Samantha, did you do something to Luke? Did you force him to make you apologize and pay damages publicly?" "Must be. You cheated after only three years?" Someone threw a cup of coffee at me, soaking my clothes and making me look even more pathetic. I looked up coldly, scanning the crowd. Their faces were full of sympathy for Luke and hatred for me. I took out a tissue, wiped myself clean slowly, and smiled. "What's the rush? Why don't you wait to see why I'm apologizing and paying damages before you get angry?" The room fell silent. Everyone waited. "Samantha, make sure the compensation is enough!" Bella smirked, her face screaming I slept with your husband and you have to pay me, feels good. Beside her, Luke glared at me with hatred, probably because I scared him limp during the act. I clapped my hands. "Bring it up." Two assistants brought out a large red sign. It read: Because I caught my husband and best friend in bed, they demand $100,000 for emotional distress. The crowd erupted. 2 I bowed three times to Luke and Bella—a gesture usually reserved for the dead. Their faces darkened instantly. "I shouldn't have tried to save our three-year marriage knowing Luke had a change of heart. I shouldn't have come back early to surprise him for our anniversary, only to catch them in bed. I shouldn't have been upset seeing my best friend wrapped around my husband. I shouldn't have pulled the covers off when they were shivering naked. I shouldn't have gotten angry, cried, or hit anyone." "Now, I am willing to fulfill their wish and give them $100,000 for their emotional distress." The crowd gasped. Luke's face turned blacker than coal. He stood up and roared, "Samantha! What nonsense are you spouting?!" "Careful, or I'll sue you for defamation too!" Amidst the noise, I remained calm. Playing with my phone with a faint smile, I made a call. "Start." The big screen lit up. A video played of Luke and Bella rolling in the sheets. For the sake of my own dignity as a woman, I had blurred the explicit parts. The venue went deathly silent. You could hear a pin drop. Then, chaos. Roars, curses, and questions exploded. Reporters surged forward, surrounding Luke and Bella tightly, unleashing their professional fury. Luke was a public figure, after all. Bella was pushed around so much she almost hit someone. She turned to look at me outside the crowd, her eyes filled with rage. "Samantha, you're ruthless!" I smiled back. "How's that? Satisfied with your emotional distress compensation?" They were shaking with anger, trying to push through the crowd to get to me, but couldn't. "Security! Where are they?! Turn off the video!" Luke slapped a reporter to make way, his face ashen as he looked at me. "Sa-man-tha, I'm adding another charge." "Go ahead. Because soon, I'll be suing you for other crimes too." Dropping that line, I turned and left without any emotion. Last night, I asked Luke why he cheated with my best friend. He said, "Because Bella is more attentive than you. She knows how to coax a man." "You're always on business trips. When I was sick and lonely, it was Bella who came to care for me." "You only care about making money. Your eyes only see work." Luke smashed every gift I had ever given him. I felt incredibly wronged. His mother left him the crumbling Luke Corp on her deathbed, and he had no ability to manage it. I couldn't bear to see him suffer or be scolded by shareholders, so I used all my savings to help the company. Luke was touched then. When everyone avoided him, I stood by him. He married me and played the part of a good husband. Even amidst endless social engagements, I always came home to him. Now, instead of understanding my hardships, he blamed me for not being as gentle and attentive as Bella. I took out my phone and called the police. "Hello? I want to report a theft." "Two of my luxury cars are missing. Please help me find them." I knew where the cars were—in Bella's garage. But the cars were registered in my name. They were mine. Even if Luke gave them to her, without my permission, it was theft. I told them: if they dare ask for emotional damages, I dare send Bella to jail for theft. 3 At 10:30 PM, my phone lit up. A business partner sent me a message. "Samantha, isn't this limited edition Lamborghini yours? I remember the plate. Why is someone else driving it?" I smiled meaningfully and replied: "Send me the video." In the video, Bella was introducing my car to her friends. "The owner of this car is an idiot. I slept with her husband, pretended to be her sister, and now I'm driving her car. She has to hand it over to me. Even though she caught us in bed, she still has to pay me for emotional distress!" "Wow! Sister Bella, you're awesome!" "It's great to snag a rich man. You don't have to do anything and live the good life." Bella sat on the hood, laughing arrogantly, enjoying the envy of her friends. Birds of a feather. Video ended. I laughed out of anger. Bella. If I hadn't brought her out of that remote village years ago, she'd still be nothing, maybe married off to some old man by her family. We were college classmates. She was from a very poor, remote place. When I first saw her, she wore tattered clothes and didn't dare look up. She was humble to the bone. We were roommates. I remember when she couldn't afford food, she ate hard buns every day. People like to bully the weak who have no backing. Bella was one of them. I helped her, treated her like a sister, helped her hold her head up high. I paid for her tuition, helped her find a job. Now that she's made it, she's poaching my husband. I called my partner: "That car was stolen. Since you caught her, do me a favor. Beat her up and send her to the station." After hanging up, I showered. Luke slammed the door open. "Samantha! Did you have someone beat Bella and arrest her like a thief?" I dried my hair, threw the towel on the sofa, and didn't look up. "What do you mean 'like a thief'? She is a thief." "Is she?" "You... you..." Luke grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. I swatted it away. "Driving my car without my permission. If that's not theft, what is it?" "Who said she didn't have permission? I allowed it..." "Your permission means nothing. The car is mine. Legally, only the owner's permission counts. Understand?" Luke shook with rage. The police station called. Unless I agreed to settle, Bella would have a criminal record. I threw the divorce agreement on the coffee table. "Our marriage is meaningless. Sign it." His affair was known city-wide. Everyone was laughing at me behind my back. Luke froze, disbelief on his face. "You want to divorce me?" "What else? Continue wearing the green hat and being a laughingstock? You might be shameless, but I still have some dignity." "Sign it. After this, whatever you do with Bella is none of my business." Luke exploded, grabbing an ashtray to throw at me. "Samantha, don't force my hand." "Everything you have today is because of me. If you divorce me, you are nothing!" "So I order you to go to the station and settle now. Otherwise, I'll make you suffer the consequences." I called my private lawyer. "Unless I personally agree to settle, that car thief stays in jail." Seeing my firm attitude, Luke stormed out. An hour later, the police knocked on my door. "Ms. Samantha, Mr. Luke Vance has accused you of illegal occupation of his home. Please come with us for investigation." 4 I was stunned. Then I remembered this house was a wedding gift from my late mother-in-law, registered in Luke's name. He had hugged me then, saying, "Wifey, this is our home forever. You can't go anywhere, just stay by my side." The memories were still there, but the person had changed. Even now, I hesitated to hurt him, but he repeatedly tried to destroy me for Bella. When I left with the police, the neighbors watched the spectacle. This was the second time my husband had sued me. In the end, Luke offered a trade: release Bella, and he'd drop the charges against me. We fought in the station over another woman, causing even the officers to gossip. After leaving, Luke didn't spare me a glance, taking a triumphant Bella away in the opposite direction. Homeless, I checked into a hotel. Just as I was about to rest, my assistant texted. "Ms. Samantha, Mr. Vance just messaged all shareholders calling for an emergency meeting tomorrow morning. I don't know what it's about." Luke always relied on me and ignored company affairs. Calling an emergency meeting now? Something was up. The next morning, when I arrived at the company, the shareholders were already in the meeting room listening to Luke. Employees were gossiping outside. "Sigh, Ms. Samantha is pitiful. Caught cheating, had to pay the mistress, car stolen, now kicked out of her own home by her husband." "Hahaha, a bit funny though. Is she too weak?" "Look, now Luke is taking the company she built to kick her out for the mistress." I walked in, hearing their words, realizing Luke could go even lower for Bella. I pushed open the meeting room door. Bella was sitting in my chair, Luke beside her. "Just stand there. There's no seat for you here anymore." Luke stroked Bella's face gently. "I can make her CEO, and I can make you sit in her place." He stood up. "Everyone, you know this company was founded by my mother. She left it to Samantha to manage for me." "Now, I'm taking it back to manage myself. Which means, the name Samantha will not appear here again. Understood?" Shareholders looked between us and spoke up for me. "Mr. Vance, you can't do this to Ms. Samantha..." "Whoever speaks for her gets out." Slap! "This is the equity beneficiary contract. The name is Luke Vance, not Samantha." He slammed a contract on the table. Quite the power trip. Bella smiled insidiously, mocking my incompetence. I realized she had befriended me for so long just for this day. The company I worked so hard to build was going to her? I laughed at their shamelessness. "Samantha, here's the divorce agreement. Sign it, pack your things, and leave." Luke threw the papers at my feet, looking at me like a dog. Thinking she had won, Bella kissed Luke. "Last night's pose was good. Let's try again tonight." Luke pinched her nose, both laughing disgustingly. I walked over and kicked them both out like dogs. Then I sat in the head chair. "Hard for me to listen to your lecture for so long." "Holding an expired contract and claiming the company is yours? Are you brain-dead?"
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