A group of unwelcome visitors suddenly show up at a relative's funeral. The man in the lead claims to be my wife's boyfriend and wants to punish me. Apparently, I'm her fresh-faced lover. I don't want this to turn into a big deal because we're at a funeral, so I tell him we'll settle this after everything's over. Unexpectedly, my wife's boyfriend causes a huge fuss and instructs his men to pin me to the ground, wanting me to get on my knees and grovel at his feet. The rest of my relatives are unmoved by this. They watch as my legs get broken. I sneer and say, "Your girlfriend bought this urn for my mom. She spent a fortune on this, you know!" Sure enough, the man is furious. He clamors and wreaks havoc, ultimately smashing the urn to pieces. "How dare you parasites latch onto my girlfriend and try to exploit her! Don't think you're getting a cent out of her!" What he doesn't know is that the "mom" whose funeral is being held is my wife's mother and my mother-in-law. The funeral that is crashing is hers, and her urn is the one he's just smashed.
View MoreI had indeed sworn to Mona that I wouldn't call the police that time, but I never promised I would tolerate it this time. So, I submitted all the surveillance footage from this incident, along with the injury assessment results. While Lester's involvement was unexpected, visiting Rosalie's hometown had been part of my plan from the start.As the previous time had been an accident, no solid evidence was left.This time, however, I was prepared for my visit back to Rosalie's home. I deliberately stepped into their trap while recording every move in high definition.I hadn't expected to catch an idiot like Lester in the act, too. Just what did Rosalie see in him? Then, I realized she was just as foolish. The only one who had been blind was my younger self.I chuckled bitterly; I'd already paid my price. Now, it was time for others to pay theirs.Night had fallen by the time I finished giving my statement. As I stepped outside, my phone lit up—first with Rosalie's email refusing to
Noticing my gaze, Rosalie softened her tone and tried to reassure me."Zayne, I'm just protecting your dignity! Without any videos of what happened, what good would a lawsuit do?"Zayne, I won't cast you aside because of this. Let's pretend today never happened. No one else has to know. Didn't you always want a child? We can adopt one as soon as we get back. What do you think?"My mind was in turmoil. Rosalie had a point. After all, she had pulled me back from death's door. And my phone and computer were still in their hands. If news about my business leaked, who knows what Mona might use against me next?Visibly conflicted, Suzy was about to say something when Rosalie shot her a cold glance. "This is between my husband and me. It's none of your business."At her command, her bodyguards dragged Suzy out of the room.Rosalie then smiled at me. "Honey, let's go home. You can rest and recover there; no need to go anywhere."After that day, Rosalie's actions made it clear she ha
Before long, an argument broke out above me as they fought over the small knife."That's cheating! Hand over the knife!""How is this cheating? The rules didn't say we couldn't use tools! Besides, you all jumped in yourselves!"Amid the struggle, the knife slipped from their grasp and lodged itself into my inner thigh. Blood immediately soaked through my pants, and only then did everyone pause, panicked, scattering in all directions.I was discarded to the side like trash, stripped of all dignity.In despair, I turned my head, and that was when I saw Mona, who'd been nowhere to be seen until now. She was hurrying over, half a peanut shell still stuck to the corner of her mouth.Thinking she'd come to help me, I stretched out my hand toward her, signaling for her to call 911. Mona finally reached me. However, instead of helping, she swatted my hand away. She pulled out a new phone. Ironically, it was the one I'd given her just last week.She began snapping pictures and record
As dusk fell and Rosalie still hadn't returned, the wedding festivities had already reached the traditional wedding pranks stage. In this village, where women outnumbered men, the custom of teasing the groomsmen had been preserved. Mona had wandered off somewhere to chat, leaving me alone with a group of men and women I didn't know.Soon, I was surrounded by bridesmaids in dresses, while villagers nearby had already raised their phones, their faces lit with anticipation.The bridesmaids, eager to begin, grabbed at me. Seven or eight hands started pulling me toward the grassy area's center. I hadn't noticed until then that a chain had somehow been hooked onto my clothes—one end connected to the base of a wooden doghouse, the other held by the bridesmaids.By the time I realized and tried to resist, a dozen people had already rushed in, forcing me to the ground and crudely binding my hands and feet with iron chains.I instinctively reached for my pocket. However, the villagers
My feelings for Rosalie started three years ago. Ironically, they ended three years ago as well. When I first met her, she had just come out of a rough relationship and would drink herself senseless at the bar every night. One evening, while passing by a bar, I ran into some rivals from a recent business deal. They cornered me in an alley, seemingly intent on "teaching me a lesson".However, Rosalie stepped in, her voice trembling as she warned them, "If you want to hurt him, you'll have to go through me."I was so young and naïve back then that I fell in love with her from that very moment.After we got together, I invested a large sum to help her start her business, which eventually became the now-renowned Clarke Group.Meanwhile, my decision to cancel an arranged marriage to be with Rosalie led to my parents cutting me off.I thought she'd leave me to find someone wealthier, but instead, she started treating me even better.Back then, whenever the company hired a new male
The moment Rosalie's eyes fell on the photograph, she stopped dead in her tracks, shudders wracking her frame. In disbelief, she reached out to pick up the shattered portrait.She broke down the moment she saw that the person in the picture was her mother."What did you say? How could this have happened to Mom? Why, out of nowhere… Why didn't anyone tell me that something happened to Mom?"Unable to cope with the shock, Rosalie held the portrait and sat on the floor, sobbing.Shards of broken glass embedded in her smooth arms, drawing trickles of blood. Even so, she seemed oblivious to the pain as she held the picture tighter.She desperately tried calling Mona."The number you have dialed is no longer in service...""The number you have dialed is no longer in service..."I threw the cremation certificate at Rosalie and looked straight at her, informing her, "Mom fell down the stairs three days ago. She was too weak to be saved. Your relatives couldn't reach you, so they had to
Lester was still happily daydreaming while I had already tidied up my appearance, ready to leave.Rosalie, hearing about the eight million dollars, suddenly remembered the matter at hand and pulled me aside, asking urgently, "What's going on? Who passed away? What was the eight million dollars for?"I glanced at the photo knocked down to the floor by Lester and smirked.Rosalie hadn't realized it was her mother's funeral.Although Mona had been staying here, Rosalie assumed it was the funeral of my relative, as this property was bought fully by me.Rosalie continued to berate me as if I was on Mona's property. "Also, did you ask for Mom's consent before you held the funeral here? Why would you do something so unlucky—""Before she passed away, she insisted on a custom box for the remains. Just the box alone cost eight million dollars." I interrupted Rosalie, ignoring her previous question and answering her earlier one instead.Without a second thought, Rosalie accused me, "Don't
The scene was chaotic. After Lester was knocked down, he took a few solid punches himself.Clutching his face, he screamed, "Help! Help! He's trying to kill me! If I die here, none of you in this village will be safe!"Hearing this, the middle-aged men and women playing cards in the corner finally started inching over, hesitantly watching us. I didn't know where I found the strength, but I fought with a frenzy, keeping ten or so people at bay.Lester, terrified, held up a wad of cash and shouted, "I have money! I'll give 20 thousand dollars to whoever pins down that pretty boy!"Almost instantly, the onlookers charged forward. One of them grabbed a chair and smashed it into my calf. As the metal leg of the chair dug into my flesh, I felt my blood pouring out, draining the force of my punches.The others piled on, grabbing my hands and kicking my injured legs mercilessly. "Kneel! Didn't you hear us tell you to kneel?"After I used the last of my strength, I collapsed onto the
Lester sneered. "You pathetic, worthless leech. Even your family doesn't stand with you. Who's going to help you now? You're an embarrassment to all men!"Lester glanced at the memorial photo, and then at the scattered gifts in the house. He scoffed, "That photo must be of your mother, right? And all these gifts are probably from Rosalie."You're living off the dead. Don't you have any shame? Your whole family's a bunch of parasites. Don't think for a second you'll get a penny from my fiancée even if someone's dead!"With that, he directed his group to smash everything in sight. Only then did I realize Lester had brought over two or three dozen people, each one holding a club or stick. As the memorial photo crashed to the ground, glass shards scattered across the floor. My newly purchased porcelain vases, each worth tens of thousands, toppled one by one, sending sharp fragments flying and cutting into my legs.I wanted to speak up to stop them, but seeing the recently installed s
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