Tyler cheated on me. When I caught him red-handed, he stripped off my bra in front of a crowd. I was left half-naked and humiliated while he used the distraction to escape with his mistress. Furious, I pressed charges, but he just laughed and dismissed it. "Taking clothes off between a husband and wife is totally normal. It doesn't count as sexual harassment." "My affair is just a moral failing." I wanted a divorce, but everyone turned against me. My in-laws blamed me. "Men always come home after they've had their fun. What are you making such a fuss about?" My parents and my brother tried to talk me out of it, too. "Our family business depends entirely on Tyler. Just endure it, okay?" Pitifully, I was insulted and cursed at by the mistress, eventually falling into a deep depression and ending my own life by jumping off a building. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment I received a text from my best friend. "Chloe, your husband is cheating on you. He's at the Hilton, room 8808." This time, I still chose to go up and catch them in the act. ... I stared at my phone screen. My best friend, Mia, was still sending messages. "I'm staking out the place. Do you want to come over?" I replied immediately. "Yes, wait for me." But I didn't head over right away. First, I made a phone call. "Hello, is this the 'Campus Vanguard' studio?" "I have some incredibly juicy, live news material. It involves a wealthy CEO's affair, a wife catching him in the act, and possibly a violent confrontation. The location is the Hilton Hotel. Do you have the guts to film it?" The person on the other end of the line was clearly excited. "What are the details?" I replied. "The targets are my husband and a college student." The person immediately understood. "We'll be right there!" In my previous life, after the whole thing blew up, I found out the mistress's name was Lily. She was a junior majoring in broadcasting at the College of Media. Some of her classmates ran an independent media studio on campus, specializing in gossip and street interviews, and they were somewhat famous. Back then, they even tried to interview me, but my family chased them away. Now, I was going to fight a battle I was guaranteed to win. While driving, I put on my Bluetooth headset and made another call. "Mia, do me a favor." "Bring your bar card, a voice recorder, a hidden camera, and anything else we can use to gather evidence." "Book a room right across from 8808 so we have a base of operations." Mia paused for a second. "Are you sure you want to... gather evidence for a lawsuit?" "More than that. I'm going to give them a grand present." After hanging up, my eyes turned ice-cold. In my previous life, I had been completely irrational. My brain had exploded, and I forgot to meet up with Mia. I just charged in alone. When Tyler saw me, he slapped me to the ground. He tore my dress and ripped off my bra in front of everyone. I was left half-naked and utterly humiliated. He laughed and said to the hotel staff who rushed over. "What are you looking at? Isn't it normal for a husband and wife to take their clothes off?" My in-laws arrived and pointed their fingers at me, cursing. "A man has to entertain clients and play along sometimes, and you have to make a huge scene out of it!" "If you aren't embarrassed, we are!" Later, my parents and brother arrived as well. Instead of comforting me, they held Tyler's hand and spoke to him subserviently. "Son-in-law, Chloe is just being unreasonable. Please forgive her." "That construction payment for the family business still depends on you..." I wanted to call the police, but my parents snatched my phone away. Tyler said arrogantly. "What are you going to sue me for? Taking your clothes off? Between husband and wife, that's not sexual harassment." And that mistress, Lily, walked away arrogantly under Tyler's protection. From then on, Lily sent me intimate photos of her and Tyler every day. "You old hag, he stopped loving you a long time ago. Why don't you just drop dead?" After half a year of this torture, my heart turned to ash. I climbed to the roof of a 28-story building. Right before I died, my phone buzzed. It was a message from my mom. "Chloe, your brother found an apartment he likes, but he's short $100,000 for the down payment. Could you talk to Tyler..." I let out a bitter laugh, hesitated no longer, and jumped. Now, I was back. I was going to settle all the scores, one by one. 2 I found Mia in the lounge area of the Hilton lobby. Her eyes were filled with worry and heartache. "Chloe, are you sure you want to do this? What if..." "There are no 'what ifs'." I cut her off, my tone calm. "I've seen the result of 'what if.' The result was me dead, while they continued living happily." Mia was stunned by the determination in my eyes and nodded vigorously. "Okay, I'm with you. Don't worry about the evidence. High-definition, multi-angle, synced to the cloud. He won't be able to deny it." Just then, the people from "Campus Vanguard" arrived. I motioned for them to sit down. "Let's keep it brief. My husband, Tyler, the founder of Apex Tech, is with a girl named Lily from the College of Media. I want you to film the confrontation and any conflict that follows." A girl let out a small gasp. "Lily? She's the most popular girl in our department..." The guy, clearly the leader, looked at me with some apprehension. "Ms. Davis, we can film it, but will there be legal risks if we publish it? Since it involves privacy..." I looked at Mia. "My lawyer is here. She will ensure everything is legal and compliant. As for you, you know how much traffic a first-hand scoop like this will bring." Profit and excitement are the best motivators. They exchanged glances and nodded decisively. "We're in! We have pinhole cameras, button cameras, and phones all ready." I stood up. "Mia, act as my lawyer. Contact hotel security if necessary, just in case he gets violent." "You three, spread out on both sides of the hallway, find good angles, and wait for my signal." "When I smash a glass, rush in and film." Everyone nodded. Everything was set. We went upstairs and made our final preparations in the room across from 8808. I checked the time on my phone. I knew Tyler's "style" well. He liked to try different things and would spend at least four hours before coming out. Now was the perfect time to go in. I stood in front of room 8808 and rang the doorbell. Sure enough, Tyler's voice came from inside. "Who is it?" I kept pressing the bell without saying a word. Tyler cursed in annoyance and came to open the door. He was only wearing a towel, his face still flushed. When he saw me, his pupils contracted sharply. First shock, then anger. "Chloe Davis, you're stalking me!" He gritted his teeth and tried to slam the door shut. I wedged my foot in the door. "What? You dare to do it but don't dare to face it? Open the door and let the person inside come out and say hello." I forced my way in. The room was a mess. Lily, panicked, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket. Clothes were scattered on the floor, including her lace underwear and Tyler's shirt. Tyler was completely enraged. He grabbed my arm. "Chloe, get out! We'll talk about this at home!" Talk at home? In my previous life, "talking at home" turned into a trial where I was the only one condemned. "We're talking right here." I raised the glass I had been holding and smashed it hard on the floor. The three students waiting in the hallway instantly rushed in with their equipment. Cameras pointed simultaneously at the two people on and off the bed. "What are you doing? Who told you to film! Get out!" Tyler completely panicked. Frustrated and angry, he tried to grab the cameras. One guy dodged nimbly, keeping his lens steadily fixed on Tyler's panicked and angry face. "We are from the independent media outlet 'Campus Vanguard.' We received a tip and are here to document the facts!" "Chloe, are you fucking setting me up?" Tyler glared at me with bloodshot eyes, veins popping on his forehead. That look was exactly the same as when he ripped my clothes in public in my previous life. Sure enough, he lunged at me, raising his hand to slap my face. I dodged and shouted. "Mia, come in!" Mia walked in from the doorway, flashing her bar card. "Mr. Smith, I am Mia, the attorney representing Ms. Chloe Davis. Your current words and actions have been fully recorded. I advise you to immediately stop any behavior that could constitute violence or a threat." Tyler's face went from red to pale, then to ashen. He didn't dare to attack again. I walked over to the bed, looked at the shivering Lily, and yanked away the blanket she was clutching so tightly. "Ah!" Lily screamed and hurriedly curled up, exposing herself. "Stop trying to cover up. Weren't you really into it just now?" "Lily, junior in the broadcasting department at the College of Media, the most popular girl, right?" "Do your parents know you're trading your body for designer goods?" Lily was trembling all over, tears rolling down her face. "No... Tyler said he would divorce and marry me..." "Oh?" I raised an eyebrow and looked at Tyler. "So, Mr. Smith made such a promise? Have you heard of bigamy?" Tyler roared. "Lily, shut up!" He turned to me, lowering his voice with a hint of pleading. "Chloe, let's go home. We can talk behind closed doors, okay? Don't let outsiders laugh at us..." I laughed and looked around the room full of cameras. "Tyler, from the moment you brought her into this room, we became a joke." "But the main characters are you and her." Hurried footsteps came from the hallway. The hotel manager and security guards had arrived. "Call the police," I told the manager. "Someone is engaging in illegal prostitution here and attempted to commit violence against another person." Faced with so many cameras, the hotel manager knew it wasn't something to mess with and called the police immediately. The police arrived. After understanding the basic situation and reviewing the preliminary evidence, they took all of us to the police station. On the way, I thoughtfully sent messages to both sets of parents. Without them present, this show wouldn't be exciting enough. 3 In the mediation room at the police station. Less than half an hour later, noisy arguing could be heard from outside. The two families flooded in. My father-in-law's face was livid, and my mother-in-law's eyes were swollen and red. "Chloe, what is going on here?" "A man has a few drinks and makes a small mistake while entertaining clients, and you have to take it to the police station? You've completely disgraced the Smith family!" My mom spoke cautiously, trying to placate them. "In-laws, please don't get excited. It must be a misunderstanding..." Both families were exactly the same as in my previous life. I looked up and calmly stated. "It's not a misunderstanding. He's suspected of soliciting prostitution and attempted violent assault. I can press charges against him at any time!" "Nonsense! This is slander!" My mother-in-law became anxious. Mia spoke coldly from the side. "According to the evidence we currently have, Mr. Smith and Ms. Lily have maintained an improper relationship for over three months, during which there are multiple records of large money transfers and gifts of luxury goods. Additionally, in the hotel room, Mr. Smith did indeed have the intent and made moves to commit violence against Ms. Chloe Davis, which is documented on video." A lawyer's words carry weight. My in-laws' arrogance immediately diminished. My dad sighed and said. "Chloe, men, well, sometimes they just get confused." "Look, the payment for the construction materials for our business still depends on Tyler's help. Making a scene won't benefit anyone." My brother chimed in. "Yeah, my brother-in-law is usually good to our family. Just take a step back and let him out. I have a business meeting scheduled for tomorrow." My heart grew colder bit by bit. Even though I had anticipated this, hearing it again in person still hurt. "If you want to protect him, fine. Let him negotiate the terms himself." Just then, the door to the mediation room was pushed open again. Tyler walked in, looking defeated, his hair disheveled. Lily followed behind him, her eyes red and swollen, her head bowed. The police officer came in last. "Are both families here? Alright, you can communicate amongst yourselves first. If the victim insists on pressing charges, we will proceed according to procedure." Tyler looked at me with deep resentment. Before he could speak, Lily spoke up. "Tyler, tell her you want a divorce right now. We can be together legitimately..." I chuckled softly. "It seems the parties involved have confessed. So, it's not prostitution, but bigamy?" I looked at Tyler. "Apex Tech is in talks with 'Stellar Capital' for a Series B funding round, right? The head of Stellar Capital places a high value on the partner's family stability and moral reputation." Tyler's face instantly changed. Everyone showed signs of panic. Tyler's company was the source of prestige and wealth for both families. Nothing could go wrong. At this moment, Lily was still pouting coquettishly. "Stop threatening Tyler. He's not afraid." I sneered. It seemed she knew tricks in bed, but she didn't understand the selfishness of men. Sure enough, Tyler violently threw off her hand and said sternly. "What nonsense are you talking about? Who said anything about a divorce? My wife and I have a great relationship. You were the one who seduced me!" Lily was struck as if by lightning and froze in place. My in-laws suddenly realized what was happening. They rushed forward and pointed at Lily's nose, cursing. "So you're the home-wrecker, you shameless thing! Seducing a married man!" Lily tried to explain, but my mother-in-law slapped her across the face. The scene descended into chaos. I crossed my arms and watched her. "How much of Tyler's money did you spend? Spit it out." Hearing the word "money," both families' eyes lit up again. "Yes, spit it out!" Lily covered her face, crying intermittently. "Tyler gave it to me voluntarily... He said he loved me..." I looked at Tyler coldly. "You tell me, how much money exactly?" "You don't have to tell me. I can take this police report and request your bank statements." Tyler looked awful and mumbled. "I only spent thirty thousand on her..." "Fine. I don't care about your money, but I own half of the marital assets. She needs to pay me back at least fifteen thousand." I looked at Lily. "Are you going to transfer the money now or write an IOU?" Lily looked at Tyler desperately, but Tyler kept his head down and didn't defend her. She spoke tremblingly. "I spent all the money... on bags..." "If you spent it, convert it to cash," I said coldly. "Luxury goods can be sold second-hand. You write an IOU and pay it off within a month." "You can choose not to write it, but then we'll take legal action and sue you for the return of joint marital property. Then, it won't just be about the money. The judgment will go on your permanent record." Lily was terrified. Her shoulders shook violently as she cried. "Okay, I'll write the IOU." I turned to Tyler. "Tyler, you need to write a letter of guarantee and an apology. You must guarantee to cut off all ties with Lily and apologize for your infidelity and your attempted violence today." Tyler frowned. "We're husband and wife. Is this really necessary?" I maintained a serious expression. "You don't even want to write an apology letter, and you think you can just gloss over this?" "How about we calculate the division of property in a divorce? As the party at fault, let's see how much you get." The word "divorce" shocked both families. The muscles in Tyler's face twitched. He had always been the dominant one in the marriage, and this was the first time his authority had been challenged. Finally, he squeezed a few words out from between his teeth. "Fine, I'll write it." Mia was highly efficient and had already prepared the relevant documents. One was the "Confirmation of Debt and Repayment Agreement" for Lily. The other were the "Letter of Guarantee" and "Letter of Apology" for Tyler. "Sign," I said, pushing the pen towards them. Both of them signed reluctantly and pressed their red thumbprints. The police thought we had reconciled and let us go. But I smiled. Why would I stop so easily? 4 Leaving the police station, I got into Mia's car alone. "Here's the police report, and Tyler's apology letter admitting to the affair. With these documents, we can request records for all of Tyler's bank accounts and property information. We're also ready to sue Tyler, apply for property preservation, and freeze his company accounts..." Mia gave me a thumbs up. "So you were planning a major move. I thought you actually forgave Tyler." I smiled lightly. "Why would I keep a trashy man?" Next, I contacted the head of "Campus Vanguard." "Release two video clips first, but not the whole thing." "Hide the real names and publish it after 10 a.m. tomorrow." The person sent back an "OK" gesture, clearly well-versed in this. The next day, at 10:05 a.m. I refreshed the popular local forum. A post with the word "Explosive" next to the title was pinned to the homepage. #CEO of Tech Company Caught Cheating with College Student in Hotel! The post included pictures, text, audio, and video. Although it was blurred, anyone familiar with them could immediately identify who it was. The comment section updated rapidly. "Holy shit! This is explosive! Tech company CEO? Could it be Apex, the one that's been making waves recently?" "So it's an affair + attempted violence + money dispute? This is huge!" "Am I the only one who cares how much that college student signed an IOU for? Fifteen thousand?" "Isn't Apex Tech in talks for a Series B? Will investors pull out when they see this?" The flames of public opinion ignited as expected and spread to the capital market at an alarming speed. At 10:20 a.m., Tyler called. I pressed the record button. "Chloe, what's going on?" he shouted hoarsely. "Are you behind that stuff online? What did you promise me last night?" My voice was calm. "That's the media. They have freedom of the press. They report the facts. What right do I have to interfere?" "Stop playing dumb!" he roared. "Tell those brats you hired to delete the post! Wipe it completely from the internet!" "If Stellar Capital's investment falls through, I'll make you pay!" Suddenly, Tyler's voice stopped, and the intermittent voice of the PR director came through the phone. "Mr. Lee... canceled... what do we do..." It seemed Stellar Capital had already contacted Apex Tech. Tyler paused, and his tone softened. "Chloe, Mr. Lee from Stellar Capital just called. He said he saw the news online and canceled the afternoon meeting. They might re-evaluate the partnership..." He panted heavily. "Chloe, we're husband and wife. If one of us goes down, we both go down. If Apex is finished, what good does it do you?" I replied nonchalantly. "Oh, so?" "So you have to help me!" he said urgently. "We'll hold a press conference, and you'll come forward to clarify. Just say those are rumors and that it's a setup by competitors. As long as you help me get through this, I'll agree to anything!" I stayed silent for a few seconds, then spoke slowly, using a tone that suggested I was persuaded. "Alright." Tyler was overjoyed. "I'll arrange it right away, for 3 p.m. today!" I turned to look at Mia, who had been holding her breath and listening. A faint excitement appeared on her face. "He bought it." "He had to." I walked back to the desk, picked up the documents, my eyes sharp. "Then let's prepare an unforgettable gift for him at the press conference." At 3 p.m., the press conference began. Tyler started reading from his script. "Recently, some false information about me has appeared on the internet, causing severe distress and damage to my personal reputation and the operations of Apex Tech..." "Hereby, I solemnly declare that my wife, Ms. Chloe Davis, and I have a stable relationship and a happy marriage. I have entrusted my lawyer to collect evidence and will pursue legal action..." Many reporters looked skeptical and amused. They had heard these clichés too many times. After the speech, it was time for questions from the press. The first "planted" reporter stood up and asked a harmless question about the company's development. The host was about to call on the second "planted" reporter when someone in the back unexpectedly stood up. "Mr. Smith, you claim the video and audio are forged. Then how do you explain being caught on camera last night in room 8808 of the Hilton Hotel and subsequently signing a letter of guarantee at the police station? Is it possible that those were also forged?" The question was sharp and hit right at the core. The room instantly fell dead silent. Cold sweat beaded on Tyler's forehead. He opened his mouth. "My friend from the press, your source of information is inaccurate..." "Whether the source is inaccurate or not, why don't we ask Mrs. Smith to verify it?" The female reporter didn't back down and turned her gaze to me. All the pressure, all the focus, instantly converged on me. I slowly raised my head, facing the dense crowd and the flashing cameras. "My relationship with my husband, Tyler, is indeed 'stable'." I said, enunciating every word. "Stable in the sense that there is a third party."
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