Since I was planning my revenge, I needed to carefully strategize and execute my plan. Max, the jerk, was not an average guy; he had graduated from a prestigious doctoral program. He was not someone easy to outsmart.So, how could I protect myself and my assets while gathering evidence of Max's asset transfers, drugging our child, and his infidelity? It required serious planning.With no one else to trust, I turned to my friend, Wendy. I discreetly slipped away to the bathroom, plugged in my headphones, and dialed her number.Wendy is my childhood friend, a stunning beauty with a straightforward personality. She has the body of a model and the cool demeanor of an actress. She works in crisis PR at Johnsonville's largest firm. While I was dealing with Max, she was climbing the corporate ladder. At only twenty-eight years old, she became a director and earned a respected reputation in Johnsonville's social circles.Last month, their CEO opened a new branch in Samsterdam and needed st
It suddenly occurred to me that when pushed to their limits, people can unleash incredible potential. Despite experiencing the loss of my parents and child, I had never cried as intensely as I did in that moment. Max paused, his sharp eyes scanning my face, searching for any hint of genuine heartbreak. His brow furrowed, lips pursed, as if on the verge of speaking. Without giving him a chance to respond, I poured out my grievances, tears streaming down my face."Max, what did I do to deserve this treatment from you? Didn't you promise to cherish and love me for a lifetime? All those vows you made, were they all lies? It's only been a year since we got married, Max. And yet, you're cheating on me, seeing another woman... What have I done to deserve this?"As I spoke, I grabbed the printed and signed divorce agreement from the bedside table and thrust it at him."So, you want to hit me and accuse me of infidelity just to divorce me and have fun with other women, right? Fine, I'll gran
I pretended to be anguished as I responded to Max's performance. "Max, I want to forgive you too, but what about the future? Every time I think about your affair, it feels like I'm stabbing myself."According to my script, I shouldn't forgive Max too quickly, or he might become suspicious. It wouldn't fit the image of a woman who has been deeply hurt by her husband. Instead, I should appear conflicted, in agony, but unable to be completely cruel to him.Max knelt before me, earnestly looking up at me with tears shimmering in his eyes. "Honey, can you bear to let me go? We've been together for six years..."With such a passionate display, it seemed as if I was the heartless one who had strayed!With a tearful voice, I pretended to hesitate. "Max, let's get a divorce. The house, car, and savings in my name were all left to me by my parents and don't count as marital property. The only joint asset we have is the company. I won't take any of the operating income apart from the original
Early the next morning, Max began his performance. He seized every opportunity to express his remorse, admit his mistakes, inquire about my well-being, and maintained a humble and persistent demeanor.To be honest, I deeply admire men like Max - flexible, resilient, and unwavering.A man who hadn't cooked a meal since his wedding got up early to prepare breakfast for me. There was a wide spread of dishes laid out on the table.I was genuinely disgusted. I didn't even glance at it and said coldly, "You don't have to do these things."Max's mother, a typical ignorant tradwife, couldn't understand that her son was stooping to conquer, biding his time, and feigning affection in order to gain forgiveness. She thought it was unnecessary for her son to humble himself in front of me. Who am I? After the divorce, I would be a depreciated secondhand item, and I certainly would not dare to divorce her son.Seeing me not even look at the breakfast her son had worked hard on for an hour or two
The villas here are cottage-style houses, each with its own small garden. When my mother was alive, she filled the garden with climbing roses. When the flowers bloomed, the roses would cover the walls, creating a beautiful sight in an instant.After getting married, Max was concerned that I might feel melancholic seeing these things and suggested that we move out. So, we decided to buy the spacious 300-square-meter apartment where we currently live.As I stepped out of the car, a luxurious car drove past the corner.With the window partially open, I caught a glimpse of the stern and cold face of the man in the driver's seat within seconds.Strange, why was Luke here?Although I wasn't close to Luke, whenever he visited our house to discuss matters with my dad, my dad would often insist that Luke stay for dinner before heading home. He would say that it was a long journey for him to travel on an empty stomach, implying that he didn't live nearby.So, what was he doing here?As I
”Almost killed you?” Steven looked puzzled. "Miss Middleton, what are you saying?""Are you sure this person named Cindy is Max's mistress?"Steven replied calmly, "I can't guarantee it's one hundred percent certain, but I'm ninety-five percent sure."Wendy mentioned that Steven was a well-known private detective in Johnsonville. He was skilled and resourceful, and his team usually handled cases for the wealthy. They were so popular that they had a waiting list. It was common knowledge in the industry that Steven charged high fees, but his professional skills justified the cost. If Steven was ninety percent sure about something, then it was almost a certainty.I couldn't help but sneer, feeling a chill run down my spine.So, she had tried to kill me!Clutching the call records in my hand, I tried to keep my voice calm. "About six months ago, I met Cindy once.""I was six months pregnant at the time, and according to the doctor's instructions, I had to go for prenatal screening a
After making that statement, I called my husband, Max, on the phone and urgently said, "Honey, please help me call the police. I need to go to the hospital right away. My stomach is in a lot of pain, and I'm really worried about the baby..."In that moment, I was sweating profusely from the pain and didn't realize that Max was silent on the other end of the line while I was speaking to the person responsible for the accident.Despite my dislike for her, I got into Cindy's car and allowed her to drive me to the hospital. I couldn't risk the safety of my baby.During the car ride, Cindy asked me, "You're pretty far along, about five or six months pregnant, right? Why didn't your husband take you to the hospital? Does he really love you? What's the purpose of your marriage?"At the time, I was naive and simply thought she was a reckless and rude woman. Looking back, it's clear that she was intentionally trying to provoke me!Upon arriving at the hospital, Max joined us shortly after.
"Miss Middleton, life is not like a novel. Those privileged children from wealthy families, who have witnessed the deception and rivalry in aristocratic circles, are far from innocent. Cindy comes from such a background. In marriages like hers, personal decisions are often overridden. Max may not even come close to reaching the level of the Lansworth family even in a decade. Doesn't Cindy realize that?"Indeed, the daughter of Devon Electronics and a self-made man from humble beginnings were completely different worlds. The beautiful love stories between a wealthy heiress and a poor commoner only exist in novels. In real life, most relationships consider social status and financial gain."While I don't have concrete evidence yet, my intuition tells me that Cindy's target is you, not Max," Steven chuckled. "From my perspective, Cindy wouldn't be so foolish. Whether she fell head over heels for Max or just wanted to have some fun, if she truly wanted him, she could pressure him to divo