Late at night, I received a notification from my smart home app. It showed that the electronic lock at my house had been unlocked by fingerprint. I thought my husband Damian Reed had ended his business trip early to surprise me. Filled with joy, I opened the surveillance playback to check, only to see him passionately kissing the young housekeeper we'd just hired. The housekeeper cooed coyly, "Mr. Reed, be gentle." My heart sank like a stone. The next second, I received a message from Damian: "Honey, my flight got delayed. I'll have to spend the night at the airport." I couldn't take it anymore. That very night, I downloaded all the cloud recordings from the door lock over the past two years. Only then did I discover that during the two years, they'd had sex over a hundred and fifty times while I was away from home. My heart turned completely cold. I packaged all the indecent videos and sent them to all the group chats at his company. Damian, since you can't control yourself, then prepare to be completely disgraced.
I'd just sent the videos to Damian's company chat groups. In less than a minute, I was forcibly kicked out of the groups. Damian's call came through immediately. He roared into the phone, "What the hell is wrong with you?" "How dare you slander me with fabricated videos?" "Get your ass to my office right now and explain yourself!" I clutched the breast cancer diagnosis report in my hand, the edges of the paper almost cutting into my flesh. I hailed a cab straight to Damian's headquarters at Reed Corporation. As soon as I reached the first-floor lobby, I saw Damian wearing a custom-tailored suit, looking radiant. Standing beside him was that young housekeeper, Jessica Shaw. Jessica was now dressed in designer clothes, carrying a limited-edition handbag. She looked nothing like a housekeeper. The receptionists and security guards were fawning over them obsequiously. The receptionist said, "Mr. Reed and Ms. Shaw are a match made in heaven." "Ms. Shaw, you look so elegant today." I walked up and used all my strength to slap Damian across the face. The crisp sound made the entire lobby fall silent in an instant. "Damian, you bastard." Jessica immediately let out a shriek. She hid behind Damian like a frightened rabbit. "Mr. Reed, who is this crazy woman?" Damian covered his rapidly swelling face, his eyes vicious enough to devour someone. He shoved me away forcefully. My back slammed heavily into the cold glass door, the pain making my vision go black. Damian pointed at my nose and cursed. "Security, throw this lunatic out." I steadied myself against the door and shouted back, "I'm your wife." "I sent videos of you messing around at home with this housekeeper to the group chats. Are you going to deny what you did?" All eyes in the lobby hit me like spotlights. Jessica covered her mouth, her eyes showing undisguised mockery. "Are you out of your mind? I'm the Vice President of Reed Corporation. Mr. Reed has always been single—everyone in the company knows that." I stared at Damian in shock, my heart feeling like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. "You've been pretending to be single at the company? Have you forgotten how you knelt before my father begging for funding?" Damian's eyes darted away, then were replaced by even greater fury. "Shut up. You're money-crazy. I don't even know you." He turned to the security guards and roared. "Are you all dead? Throw her out!" Several security guards rushed forward. They twisted my arms like I was a criminal being apprehended. I struggled desperately. "Damian, you'll die a terrible death. You used my father's money to start your business, and now you want to kick me aside?" Jessica walked up in her high heels and slapped me across the face. "Shut your filthy mouth. Mr. Reed built his business from nothing—what does it have to do with you?" "If you keep slandering him, I'll have you thrown in jail." She lifted her foot and kicked me hard in the abdomen with her heel. I curled up on the ground in pain, cold sweat instantly soaking through my back. The dull ache from my breast cancer combined with the sharp pain from this kick nearly made me pass out. The security guards dragged me across the smooth marble floor like a dead dog. They threw me at the bottom of the steps outside the company entrance. My knees scraped across the rough ground, blood seeping out bright red. Damian walked out and looked down at me from above, his eyes full of disgust. "If you dare make trouble again, I'll break your legs." I gritted my teeth and pushed myself up off the ground. "Damian, we're not divorced yet. You're transferring marital assets and keeping a mistress. I'm going to sue you in court." Damian let out a scoffing laugh. "Go ahead and sue. Let's see who'll believe a mental patient." He turned around and put his arm around Jessica's waist. The two of them swaggered into the private elevator as if what just happened was an insignificant farce. I pulled out my phone to call the police. But I discovered the screen had been smashed by the security guards at some point. It was completely black and wouldn't turn on at all. I could only drag my injured leg and walk out step by painful step.
I limped toward the roadside. I wanted to hail a taxi. A black SUV suddenly screeched to a halt in front of me. The window rolled down, and Jessica sat in the passenger seat. She took off her sunglasses, her face full of mockery. "What's wrong? Can't get a cab?" Damian sat in the driver's seat, his gaze cold, as if looking at a stranger. Jessica pulled out a stack of bills and threw them out the window, hitting me in the face. "Take this and buy yourself some medicine." "Stop fantasizing that you're the CEO's wife." "Looking like a poor wretch, you're not even worthy of carrying my shoes." I said nothing and stomped hard on the bills on the ground. "Jessica, you're getting a superiority complex from being a mistress?" "When you were a housekeeper at my house, you were on your knees washing my feet." Jessica's face instantly turned ugly. She immediately turned to Damian, her voice taking on a whining tone. "Damian, look at her talking nonsense again." "When did I ever work as her housekeeper?" Damian glared at me viciously. "Try insulting Jessica one more time." "Jessica graduated from a prestigious university overseas." "She agreed to do part-time housework at my place to experience life." "Stop flattering yourself." I was so angry at his shamelessness that I laughed. "Experience life? Experiencing her way into the master's bed?" "A hundred and fifty videos—do you want to watch them again carefully?" Damian pushed open the car door and strode toward me. He grabbed my hair and forced me to look up. "You dare bring up those fabricated videos again?" "I've already reported you to the police for blackmail and extortion." "Wait for the court summons." A tearing pain shot through my scalp. "Damian, you're truly shameless." "Those videos are from the cloud monitoring built into your door lock." "The police will know if they're real or fake with one check." Damian suddenly lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only the two of us could hear. "You think the police can find anything?" "I deleted all the cloud data long ago." "The backups on your phone have already been hacked by someone I hired." "What proof do you have now?" A chill rose from my spine and instantly spread to all my limbs. No wonder he was so fearless. He'd already destroyed all the evidence. Jessica got out of the car and affectionately took Damian's arm. "Damian, don't waste words on this crazy woman." "We still need to go look at wedding houses." "Wedding house?" Those two words pierced my ears like needles. "Damian, we're not divorced yet." Damian disgustedly released my hair. "We will be soon." "I've already submitted proof to the court that you have schizophrenia." "Your assets will be managed entirely by me." "You'll spend the rest of your life in a mental institution." He pulled out several photos from his pocket and threw them at me. The photos clearly showed my "medical records" from a psychiatric department. "When did you forge these?" I desperately tore up those false documents. "I have breast cancer, not a mental illness!" Jessica giggled delicately. "Mental patients never admit they're sick." "See, you can't even remember what illness you have." "How pitiful." She turned and pulled Damian toward the car. "Damian, let's go. The baby just kicked me." I stared at her flat stomach. "You're pregnant?" Damian's face showed vindictive satisfaction. "That's right, Jessica is carrying my son." "You barren hen should have gotten lost long ago." The car roared away, splashing mud all over me. I stood there, chilled to the bone. I'd managed the household for him for eight years. I developed breast cancer from years of exhaustion. Not only did he cheat, but he also wanted to seize my assets. He even wanted to silence me permanently by locking me in a mental institution. I absolutely couldn't let him succeed. I had to seek help from my father's old friends.
I dragged my injured body to a pay phone booth. I dialed Mr. Harrison's number. Mr. Harrison was my father's former business partner. The startup capital for Damian years ago was pooled together by Mr. Harrison and my father. The phone connected, and I cried out. "Mr. Harrison, it's Claire." There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. "Claire, what do you need from me?" I told him everything about Damian's affair and transferring assets. "Mr. Harrison, can you help me?" Mr. Harrison let out a long sigh. "Claire, it's not that I won't help you." "Damian is now the chairman of Reed Corporation." "My company depends on him for orders." "Your marital affairs—I'm an outsider, it's not appropriate for me to interfere." My heart sank to the bottom. "Mr. Harrison, if it weren't for my father back then, he wouldn't be where he is today." "You can't just watch me die." A shrill female voice came from the other end. "Harrison, don't meddle in other people's business. Be careful or Mr. Reed will cut off our supply." Mr. Harrison immediately said, "Claire, I have a meeting. I've got to go." The phone was hastily hung up. I leaned against the cold glass of the phone booth in despair. Damian now had absolute power. Everyone chose to stand on his side. What could I do? Just then, several thugs with bleached hair surrounded me. The lead thug had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, reeking of cheap tobacco. He looked me up and down. "You're Claire?" I backed away warily. "What do you want?" The thug sneered coldly and spat out his cigarette. "Someone paid for one of your legs." "Do it." Several thugs rushed at me. They pinned me to the ground, fists and feet raining down on me like hail. I protected my head and screamed for help. "Help! They're attacking me!" Passersby all avoided the scene. No one dared come forward. A thug pulled out a gleaming steel pipe and aimed it at my right leg. "Bitch, you should've watched yourself." I closed my eyes, waiting in despair for the excruciating pain to come. Suddenly, the piercing wail of a police siren grew from distant to near. A patrol car stopped at the roadside. The thugs saw this, cursed, dropped the pipe, and ran. The police came over and helped me up. "Ma'am, are you alright?" I was covered in blood and shook my head weakly. "I need to report a crime. Someone hired people to hurt me." The police took me back to the station. I gave my statement, identifying Damian and Jessica as the instigators. The police checked the surveillance footage and quickly caught the lead thug. But in the interrogation room, the thug insisted stubbornly. "I don't know any Damian." "This woman owes us loan shark money." "We were just collecting the debt." The police told me, "Ms. Williams, there's no evidence proving Damian was behind this." "He's just a debt collector. We can only detain him for a few days." I sat in the chair in despair. Damian had covered his tracks completely. He'd already arranged a scapegoat. I left the police station covered in injuries. My stomach suddenly cramped sharply. The dull pain from my breast cancer also began to flare up. I had to go to the hospital to get medication. I took a cab to City Central Hospital. Just as I reached the obstetrics department entrance, I heard a commotion. Damian was carefully supporting Jessica as she came out of the examination room. Jessica held an ultrasound report in her hand, her face full of coy shyness. "Damian, the doctor said it's a boy."
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