I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.
View MoreWith everything finally settled, I returned to the company’s headquarters a few days later to officially take up my position. I dedicated myself to my work, managing the business with great success. A month later, my lawyer informed me that James’ company had suffered a massive stock crash due to the scandal, leading to its eventual bankruptcy. Not long after, James took his own life in prison, unable to face his downfall. As for Lisa, she lost her sanity after learning in prison that I was the heiress of a powerful family. Consumed by jealousy and hatred, she was eventually sent to a psychiatric hospital. Bound in a straitjacket, she now lived a life worse than death. I shook my head lightly and said, “There’s no need to tell me about them anymore. They have nothing to do with me now.” The sun streamed through the window, warm and golden. Stretching lazily, I began to think about where I should go for my next vacation.
As the doctor tended to my wounds, my parents stayed by my side. When my mother saw the scar on my abdomen, she broke down in tears, sobbing over how I could have been treated so cruelly. I reached out to comfort her. "Mom, don’t worry. Everyone who has hurt me will pay the price." While I was recovering in the hospital, Lisa sent me another video, flaunting her life once again. This time, it was of James lighting fireworks for her. Meanwhile, James bombarded me with furious text messages, demanding to know why I had "killed" the baby. He called me a cold-hearted and vicious woman. I laughed bitterly to myself. In his mind, I was always the villain, and Lisa was the eternal innocent. I didn’t bother replying. I blocked his number and focused on resting in the hospital. During this time, my family cared for me attentively. I also requested the security footage from my company that showed James assaulting me and handed it over to my lawyer. As the day of their proposal drew
During my time at work, Lisa remained relentless, constantly sending me intimate photos of her and James. She even had the audacity to send me pictures of them in bed. They spent this time traveling to various destinations, with James pulling out all the stops—fireworks displays and every other romantic gesture he had once used to win me over, now lavished on Lisa. Looking at these photos, I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. Whenever I blocked her number, she’d immediately find another way to send more photos. Her persistence was almost admirable in its absurdity. A few days later, our company had an important business meeting. Thanks to my growing competence, my manager decided to bring me along. Only when we arrived did I realize our client was none other than James. When Lisa saw me, there was a fleeting moment of surprise before her eyes gleamed with disdain. “Well, if it isn’t Kailey,” she sneered. “How do you even have the nerve to show your face in public? What kind
For years after our marriage, I had been a housewife to James, leaving behind many of the skills I had once honed to manage the family business. After the divorce, returning to my family meant starting over, and the first step was relearning everything I had lost.I asked my parents to conceal my identity and joined one of the family-owned companies as an intern, beginning with an entry-level management position. However, the aftermath of the online harassment was far worse than I had anticipated. On my first day, I was immediately ostracized by my colleagues. Gossip about me circulated in whispers that were anything but discreet. Even my manager took pleasure in making my life difficult, assigning me endless tasks that kept me working late into the night. But this was exactly what I needed. I poured all my energy into learning and rebuilding myself, ignoring the social challenges. My only focus was on becoming capable enough to take over the family business as quickly as possi
The insults from the crowd grew even more vicious after hearing her words. “This woman is a total psychopath! Absolutely terrifying! Now she’s trying to retaliate!” “I’ve already called the police! She needs to pay for what she’s done!” “She still has the audacity to stand here? Why hasn’t a car just run her over yet?” Soon, the onlookers weren’t just hurling insults but began throwing garbage at me as well. James stood there with a smug, self-righteous look, his voice dripping with disdain. “Apologize to Lisa right now! Everyone has seen exactly what you’ve done! You can apologize, but only after you kneel and beg forgiveness for killing my child! You’re the worst kind of person! I must’ve been blind to marry someone like you. Let’s get this divorce over with. Right now!” Lisa’s face lit up with satisfaction at his words, her triumphant smirk making her feelings clear. I brushed the trash off my clothes, my expression indifferent. Let her laugh while she still could. We
I struggled to get up, half of my face swollen and blood dripping from the corner of my mouth. Shielding my abdomen, I spoke coldly, “What child? How could someone like me, a ‘vicious woman,’ possibly have the honor of carrying the great CEO’s child?“Amazing, really. You’re such a loyal and devoted husband. Truly touching. But you don’t have to worry about the child anymore. It’s gone.” I turned to Lisa with a sharp smile. “Oh, and congratulations, Lisa. You’ve finally picked up the trash I threw away. Enjoy these last few days of bliss because, soon enough, all your comforts will be enjoyed behind bars.” James furrowed his brows, his tone harsh. “Answer me! Where’s my child? I’m the child’s father! Once we divorce, I’ll fight for custody no matter what!” Looking at him now, everything became clear. I had thrown away my family's carefully selected match, all for this man I'd worshipped with such naive devotion. How foolish it all seemed.Noticing James’ focus on me, Lisa cried
James clearly didn’t expect me to agree and sneered, “Who do you think you are? You’re threatening me? Do you honestly think anyone would want you after divorcing me? That bastard child of yours is unwanted trash!“You worthless woman! You’re as stupid as a pig! I only put up with you because you were pregnant, but now you dare to push your luck?“Where are you right now? Do you actually think I’m scared to divorce you just because you’re pregnant? Fine, divorce it is!”I replied calmly, “Alright. I’ll send you the papers immediately. Don’t forget to sign them.”Before he could say another word, I hung up.His stream of insults reminded me once again that this man no longer loved me. The slap he’d planted on my face earlier still stung, not just my skin but my very soul.The other patients in my hospital room were still chatting, oblivious to my pain.“Hey, did you see the news? The CEO of that multinational corporation used a helicopter to rush his lover to the best private hospital.
Amidst the torrent of insults, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand, though the pain was excruciating and blood pooled around me. The neighbors blocked the elevator, refusing to let me use it, leaving me no choice but to drag my blood-soaked body down the stairs step by step. By the time I reached the apartment building’s entrance, not a single driver was willing to take me to the hospital. They all refused, afraid my blood would stain their cars.In the end, a kind passerby took pity on me and brought me to the hospital. But it was too late. Because of the massive blood loss, I couldn’t save the baby.My own life hung by a thread, and I needed an urgent blood transfusion. However, my blood type was extremely rare, and finding a match on such short notice was nearly impossible.The hospital contacted my husband. When he learned of the situation, his response was a tirade of curses. “You’re unbelievable! You’ll go as far as causing yourself to bleed out just to manipulate
I sat at the dining table, staring at the elaborate anniversary dinner I had prepared for James Fletcher. Since I became pregnant, he hadn’t come home much, always saying work kept him busy, often requiring him to travel. This time, he told me in advance that he would celebrate our anniversary with me. Overjoyed, I pushed through the discomfort of being five months pregnant to cook him a feast.When I heard the doorbell, I thought James had returned. I rushed to open the door, only to find Lisa Smith standing there, holding a kitchen knife.She lunged at me with the knife. Panicked, I ran down the hallway, banging on neighbors’ doors for help. I tried to escape through the emergency stairwell, but Lisa pushed me down the stairs.The neighbors, hearing the commotion, rushed out to see what had happened. I lay on the staircase landing, wracked with pain, blood pooling beneath me. Meanwhile, Lisa had already slashed her own arm with the knife, pretending I had attacked her. Tears stre
I sat at the dining table, staring at the elaborate anniversary dinner I had prepared for James Fletcher. Since I became pregnant, he hadn’t come home much, always saying work kept him busy, often requiring him to travel. This time, he told me in advance that he would celebrate our anniversary with me. Overjoyed, I pushed through the discomfort of being five months pregnant to cook him a feast.When I heard the doorbell, I thought James had returned. I rushed to open the door, only to find Lisa Smith standing there, holding a kitchen knife.She lunged at me with the knife. Panicked, I ran down the hallway, banging on neighbors’ doors for help. I tried to escape through the emergency stairwell, but Lisa pushed me down the stairs.The neighbors, hearing the commotion, rushed out to see what had happened. I lay on the staircase landing, wracked with pain, blood pooling beneath me. Meanwhile, Lisa had already slashed her own arm with the knife, pretending I had attacked her. Tears stre...
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