"Phoebe, stop messing around. This meeting is really important," Nathan's voice, unusually flustered, broke through the receiver. "Besides, there's no way I can get home in ten minutes from the office."Phoebe's response was cold and simple. "Your time starts now."Then she hung up.A few minutes later, Clara, half-dressed, was shoved out of the car. Nathan sped off, his Maybach disappearing from the garage in the blink of an eye. That left Clara standing there, humiliated, clutching her belongings against her bare skin.Phoebe adjusted her seat, settling into a more comfortable position, and turned on her headlights. The bright beam fell directly on Clara.The darkness hid many things, but light has a way of exposing what shouldn't be seen. Clara, caught off guard, wrapped her arms tightly around herself. "Who? Who's there?!"Phoebe couldn't be bothered to answer. She simply drove past, her car sweeping smoothly by.Through the open window, Clara caught a glimpse of Phoebe's co
Phoebe couldn't understand it. How had their relationship come to this?From the moment she and Nathan met, fell in love, and eventually married, they had always been the couple everyone envied. When he proposed, holding her hand tightly, he had promised her with such solemn sincerity, "They say men change after marriage, but don't worry, Phoebe. Even after we get married, I won't change. I'll spoil you, indulge you, and make sure you'll always be the princess in our fairy tale."And after they married, he had kept his word. He treated her with the same devotion as when he had first pursued her. Every day, he sent her flowers and often surprised her with thoughtful gifts. Whatever she wanted appeared on her bedside table the next day without her even needing to ask.It was as if he could read her mind.Even her closest friends, the ones who always viewed things with a skeptical eye, praised him, calling him a one-in-a-million husband.But this one-in-a-million husband had still
"Clara, if you see something you like, just say the word. I'll buy it for you," Bethany said, holding Clara's hand with a motherly warmth Phoebe had never witnessed before."Mom, why are you so kind to Clara but always cold and sharp with Phoebe?" Nathan asked with a sigh. "Phoebe is your daughter-in-law, and she's carrying your grandchild. Can't you treat her better?""Because Clara doesn't stir up trouble and turn you against me like Phoebe does," Bethany snapped, her face darkening."Mom, I've told you many times, Phoebe never—" Nathan tried to explain, but Bethany had no patience to listen."Enough, Nathan," she cut him off. "We came here to shop and enjoy ourselves. Can't you stop mentioning Phoebe? It's killing the mood.""Alright, alright. I won't bring her up," Nathan said, raising his hands in mock surrender. With a light smile, he added, "Today, I'm just here to serve Her Majesty and Her Royal Highness. I'll pay, I'll swipe my card, and I won't say another useless word."
"Mom, stop joking around. Phoebe needs to focus on her pregnancy, she doesn't have time to take care of a cousin," Nathan said, noticing the change in Phoebe's expression. He was quick to refuse on her behalf.But the next second, Phoebe smiled. "I don't mind. Let her move in."And just like that, Clara moved in.That evening, the housekeeper came in again with a tray. The same three things as always: soup, walnuts, and grapes.Phoebe had had enough. With a swift motion, she knocked the tray to the floor. "How many times do I have to say it before you understand? I don't want to eat these!"Nathan rushed over, his face tense as he pulled her into his arms. "Phoebe, are you okay? Did the soup burn you?"She shook her head, saying nothing.Seeing that she was unharmed, he exhaled in relief. His gaze turned cold as he glared at the housekeeper. "If she doesn't want to eat it, don't force her! How useless can you be? You can't even take care of a pregnant woman properly!""Phoebe,
Phoebe fell seriously ill. A relentless fever burned through her, and no matter what she ate, it came back up. "A bunch of useless doctors," Nathan snapped. "I paid you all this money, and you can't even bring down a simple fever?" If the butler hadn't been holding him back, he might have struck someone. "Madam is pregnant," the doctor explained, his face tight with helplessness. "Most medications aren't safe, and your parents specifically instructed us to avoid using medicine. Right now, the best approach is through dietary therapy to strengthen her body, but she can't keep anything down." Nathan carried a bowl of porridge to her bedside. He took her hand, his usual coldness replaced by something raw and pleading. "Phoebe, please. For me, for our child, eat something. Just a little, okay?" Phoebe turned her face away without a word. In just a few days, she had become a shadow of herself. Her skin was pale, her cheeks sunken, and her once graceful frame had thinned alar
Phoebe had no intention of keeping the baby.Quietly, she reached out to her brother. Under his arrangement, she transferred to another hospital."Phoebe, why the sudden transfer?" Nathan asked, confusion in his voice. "You're scheduled for a C-section soon. Isn't it risky to change hospitals now?""My brother arranged it," Phoebe replied coolly. "He said the doctors here work directly with the military. They're more reliable."Nathan's doubts eased. "If it's your brother's recommendation, it should be fine."Phoebe's brother had always been the authority figure in their family. Nathan trusted his judgment without question.The transfer proceeded smoothly.The new hospital's plan remained the same—an early delivery. The surgery was scheduled for the following day.Nathan cleared his schedule. He moved into the hospital to stay by Phoebe's side."You don't have to do this," Phoebe said flatly. "You're busy. It's okay if you're not here for this."The truth was, she didn't want
"Mr. Marshal, your wife has suddenly developed a high fever and lost consciousness. We can't wake her up." The doctor, following Phoebe's instructions, called Nathan. His voice was tense over the phone. "For her safety, we have no choice but to perform the C-section ahead of schedule. Where are you? You should come immediately.""...What? The surgery is early?" Nathan's breathing sounded unsteady. "...Okay, wait for me. I'll be there right away."At the same time, Phoebe made a video call to Clara and pressed record. As expected, Clara answered."Master, you wouldn't leave me now, would you?" Her voice was soft and sweet, dripping with feigned innocence. "We just started the foreplay. We haven't even gotten to the good part yet.""I don't have time. Phoebe is about to give birth. I need to be with her." Nathan hurriedly pulled on his clothes."You're not a doctor. What good will you do there?" Clara stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. "What she needs now is a doctor
The plane pierced through the clouds, disappearing into the pitch-black night.Meanwhile, Nathan finally rolled off Clara. After two exhausting hours, the fire raging inside him had burned out, leaving him feeling thoroughly satisfied. Yet beneath that satisfaction, a faint trace of guilt lingered.It was one thing to cheat on his wife on an ordinary day, but tonight—of all nights—was the day Phoebe was supposed to have her C-section. Everyone said giving birth was like stepping through death's door, but while she was walking that edge, he had failed to resist temptation.The more he thought about it, the more he felt like a bastard.But what else was he supposed to do? He was a man with needs. Phoebe had been sick for weeks, and he'd stayed by her side the whole time, with no opportunity to find relief elsewhere. He had held it in for an entire week—any longer, and he would have exploded.Better to release than to suppress. The more you hold it in, the more you want it. Letting i
The words "death sentence" struck Bethany like a thunderclap. Her vision darkened, and she nearly fainted on the spot.Fortunately, Henry offered a glimmer of hope. If she was willing to spend enough money, there might still be a way to save Nathan."Mr. Specter, as long as you can get my son out, I'll pay whatever it takes," Bethany said hurriedly. "Even if I have to sell my house, I will save him!"Henry explained that the only way forward was to bribe a hospital into issuing a certificate declaring Nathan mentally ill. If they could prove he had a psychiatric disorder, the law would absolve him of criminal responsibility. Instead of being sentenced to prison, he would be confined to a psychiatric hospital."Once Nathan is admitted," Henry continued, "we'll find a way to get him out. But it will take a lot of money to smooth things over. If you want to save your son, start raising funds immediately."Without hesitation, Bethany rushed home and began selling everything she could.
Blood covered Clara from head to toe, but Nathan showed no signs of stopping. His eyes burned crimson, and the way he struck her again and again, it was as if he meant to beat her to death right there on the street.In the end, it was only thanks to the hospital's security staff arriving in time that he was restrained. If they had been a moment later, Nathan might have killed her in his blind fury.But even though the security guards had intervened, the damage was already done. The crowd of onlookers had captured every brutal moment on their phones, and soon, the footage spread like wildfire across the internet.By nightfall, Nathan's name dominated the headlines again. This time, the news was even more sensational. [Nathan Marshal Loses Control, Beats Mistress in Public, Nearly Causes Fatality!]When the initial affair scandal broke, Larry had spent a fortune trying to suppress the news, hoping to contain the fallout. But before the dust had settled, this new video emerged and sur
Lately, Nathan's mind had been consumed by Phoebe. He had spent his days spiraling out of control outside the hospital, oblivious to the storm brewing online.It wasn't until he overheard the murmurs of passing strangers that he remembered something Ian had said before leaving. Something about uploading a video online.His heart sank. With trembling fingers, he pulled out his phone and searched. Sure enough, the video was everywhere.When Ian released the footage, he had blurred Phoebe's face and those of the doctors who performed her surgery. But Nathan and Clara? Their faces were laid bare for the world to see.The video detonated like a bomb, sending shockwaves through social media. Outraged viewers flooded the comment sections with condemnation.[I can't believe it. Nathan, the so-called 'Nation's Most Ideal Husband,' is actually this disgusting behind closed doors. I used to like him, but after seeing this, I feel like I swallowed a live cockroach.][I always knew he was a f
"Clara," Nathan said coldly. "You seemed pretty pleased with yourself in that video. Did you really think that once Phoebe left me, you could take her place and become my wife?"He laughed, the sound harsh and full of scorn. "Dream on. Why would I ever marry a cheap slut like you? In my eyes, you're no different from those women who sell themselves in nightclubs. I only slept with you a few times. Don't let it get to your head."Without warning, Nathan grabbed her by the throat. His fury burned hot and uncontrollable, and Clara had walked straight into the fire. He shoved her against the wall, his rage spilling over as his fists landed on her without mercy."You dared to provoke Phoebe?" he spat, his voice rough and venomous. "Who gave you the guts to do that? A filthy woman like you isn't even qualified to be compared to her. You're not worth a single toe of hers—comparing you to Phoebe is an insult to her."But hitting her wasn't enough to cool his anger. He grabbed a fistful of
Nathan rushed to the hospital the moment he could. In his naive assumption, Phoebe was still there, resting in a hospital bed. What he didn't know was that while he had been entangled with Clara, Phoebe had already boarded a flight to another country."Let me in! My wife is inside! I need to see her!" he shouted the moment he arrived, only to find himself in a heated argument with the security guards at the hospital gate.The hospital exclusively served the military and was not open to the public. Previously, Ian's influence had granted Nathan access, but now that privilege had been revoked. Without Ian's permission, the gates were firmly shut against him.Nathan tried to force his way inside, but the guards were not ordinary retirees. They were former soldiers—tall, broad, and thoroughly trained. If not for the hospital's strict policy against physical confrontation with civilians, they would have easily pinned him to the ground.When brute force failed, Nathan switched tactics.
Larry and Bethany had far too much faith in their household staff.Ian and his men had all served in the military. Ordinary people didn't stand a chance against them. Ian didn't even lift a finger. With a simple gesture, one of his subordinates took down the entire group of servants as if they were nothing more than paper dolls.The flash drives remained in Ian's possession. Worse still, several guests had recorded the chaotic scene on their phones. Once those videos made their way online, the Marshal family's already crumbling reputation would be completely shattered.In the middle of the commotion, Ian drove off in his SUV, leaving nothing behind but a cloud of dust. Bethany, on the other hand, collapsed to the floor. Tears poured down her face as she wailed. "Oh, dear heavens, what are we going to do? The Harris family is trying to destroy us!""You disgraceful fool!" With Ian gone, Larry had no one left to vent his rage on but his own son. He marched over and struck Nathan ha
In that moment, Phoebe didn't record a video. She only captured Bethany's voice. After all, she had been there herself and couldn't aim the camera directly at Bethany. But the audio alone was explosive enough."Did I hear that right?" someone gasped. "Bethany actually suggested letting the mistress move into her son's home? What is she thinking? Is that something a sane person would do?""And she even lied to Phoebe, saying the mistress was Nathan's cousin… Seriously, what kind of mother does that?""Do you think Bethany believes that since Phoebe is pregnant and can't take care of her son, she should find a young and pretty mistress to do it instead?""What century is she living in? A mother-in-law bringing a mistress into the house while her daughter-in-law is pregnant—it's unbelievable. This whole family is insane!"When the video finally ended, the Marshal family had lost every shred of dignity they had left. But for Ian, this was only the beginning. He had no intention of let
The moment Phoebe's tear fell, the camera shifted, zooming in on Nathan. At that exact time, he was in one of the VIP suites in the hospital, caught up in a steamy nurse role-play with Clara.The sight sent a ripple of fury through the crowd. Even Nathan's own relatives, usually inclined to defend him, couldn't help but curse him silently as a scumbag. The other guests, however, had no reservations about voicing their outrage aloud."My God, is Nathan even human? His wife is lying on the operating table giving birth, and he's out there fooling around with his mistress!""This is the so-called model husband? The city's beloved 'good man'? What a joke!""Disgusting! Now I understand why Phoebe chose to abort the baby. If it were me, I'd do the same. I'd never give birth to a child for a man like that."As the crowd's anger swelled, Bethany, unable to sit quietly any longer, spoke up to defend her son. "That video is obviously edited," she said. "Nathan made mistakes, but I know my s
Every time Clara seduced Nathan, she would send a provocative text message to Phoebe, inviting her to watch their adultery.Her intention was simple—to provoke Phoebe, to push her over the edge. If luck was on her side, maybe the shock would cause Phoebe, with her heavily pregnant belly, to miscarry. And if, by some cruel twist of fate, Phoebe bled out and died on the operating table, well, that would be even better.What Clara didn't know was that every time she lured Phoebe to witness their entanglement, Phoebe would quietly take out her phone and record everything. What she also didn't know was that in the hospital where Ian had arranged for Phoebe to stay, every room was equipped with hidden surveillance cameras.The hospital wasn't open to the public. It served the military exclusively, and at that time, there were no injured soldiers occupying the rooms. Ian had anticipated Nathan's infidelity. He knew that while accompanying Phoebe during her hospital stay, Nathan wouldn't