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I knew that Drake hadn’t realized the depth of his mistake yet. He was more afraid of losing everything he owned as it had all come from me. Once we divorced, I’d take it all back, and he’d return to being a pauper. Even if he wanted to claim some of my assets, it would be impossible. With the evidence of his infidelity alone, my family’s legal team would crush any attempt he made.The comments section of Nelly’s livestream erupted.[So, in the end, this so-called 'wife’ was the mistress all along!][Whoa, that plot twist came out of nowhere! Guess we shouldn’t choose sides too quickly.][What kind of ‘CEO’ is he? Just some random freeloader! She’s the daughter of a jewelry tycoon! The ones who attacked her are in big trouble now.]Finally, everything was out in the open.Drake still tried to cling to me, but I pushed him away and walked toward the door. As for Nelly and her friends, I didn’t need to say another word. The evidence was clear, and the police would handl
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If I weren’t my father’s daughter, with the family wealth, he never would have stayed with me. The more I thought about it, the more disturbing it felt. He might have known who I was from back in college and had deliberately pursued me."You know exactly how well I treated you, Drake!"“Don’t give me that!” he yelled, his face twisted in fury. He was on the verge of madness. “Don’t think I don’t see it—you’ve always treated me like a dog on a leash. You never really loved me.”I froze. I finally understood why he was with Nelly. I had seen it the last time. Nelly genuinely loved him. She clung to him, not because she thought he was rich, but because her devotion was absolute.Since I was young, I’d been trained to be independent, rational, and clear-headed like any self-respecting heir. I viewed marriage as a partnership between equals—based on mutual respect. My love was quiet, restrained. Even though I adored Drake, I could never fawn over him as some women would.In h
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I had just stepped out of my car, ready to head into the mall for some shopping when I noticed a group of people charging toward me from across the street. They clutched phones and megaphones as if broadcasting a live stream, and through the loudspeaker, they shouted about teaching some mistress a lesson.I shook my head. These days, it seemed live streams were getting more bizarre by the day—no wonder they pulled in so much attention.Then, suddenly, I noticed the woman holding a baby in the center of the group. It was Nelly Brooks, the university student my husband, Drake Conner, had been sponsoring.Years ago, Drake told me he wanted to support some students from poor backgrounds, explaining that he had come from a modest family himself and wanted to offer a hand to others. I thought his empathy came from experience, so I encouraged him.Nelly was one of the students he sponsored. I’d seen her profile and picture before. Her family was destitute. Her parents had both pas
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Nelly eyed the jewelry I was wearing. Then she reached out and forcefully yanked the earrings from my ears. Pain shot through me, and I winced, certain I was bleeding.“Have you lost your mind, Nelly? I told you I don’t know your husband!”Just as Nelly opened her mouth to respond, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and smiled sweetly.“It’s my husband. He’s probably calling to check on me.”Her friend chimed in, “Put it on speaker so this filthy woman can hear how good your husband is to you.”“Sure.”As soon as she answered, the fierce Nelly transformed into some docile creature. “Honey, I’m out shopping with the baby and some friends.”The man on the other end replied, “Just don’t stay out too late. Take good care of the child.”I froze. I’ve known Drake for so many years, that I instantly recognized his voice.Before that, I believed Nelly had made a mistake. But now, it felt like something inside me had broken.I looked at Nelly, who had just hung up the ph
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Nelly lifted the bracelet high above her head, a malicious smile spreading across her face. “The more you care, the more I want to destroy it. After all, you’re the mistress who wrecked my family!”Then she let go. “No!” I screamed.With a loud crack, the bracelet hit the ground and shattered into a million pieces. I trembled as anger coursed through my body. The bracelet held immense significance for me. When I was a child, my parents were always busy, and so I was raised by my grandmother.She passed away two years ago, leaving me with the bracelet as a parting gift. Wearing it felt like having her by my side. Now it lay in pieces, and my last connection to her was gone. I glared at Nelly and her friends, my eyes burning with rage. I gritted my teeth and glared at them. “You’ll regret that. Even if you get on your knees and beg for your lives, nothing can fix this. Not one of you will escape!”Nelly's expression turned vicious. “Look at this filthy mistress still
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When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed. The doctor informed me that I had multiple injuries, a concussion, and a fractured arm. I glanced at my wrapped arm and let out a cold laugh. "I’ll deal with those idiots one by one."Suddenly, a woman in the adjacent bed spat at me. "You're that little mistress, aren't you? Have some shame. You ruined someone else's family, and you deserve to be beaten."I shot her a glance but chose to ignore her. The live stream had been cut off after I lost consciousness, so no one knew the truth. Everyone took Nelly at her word.I requested a private room and thankfully the hospital complied. A few minutes later, I lay in the VIP room and picked up my phone. The screen was shattered but still functional. I noticed numerous missed calls from Drake. I hadn't answered any of them so he sent me a message instead.[Where are you, Megs? Please answer the phone. I'm worried sick.]He must have seen the live stream. After all,
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Drake’s call broke through my reminiscing. I dismissed it and called my secretary, Gloria Chase instead. Under my guidance, she prepared a divorce agreement for me. Then she visited me at the hospital with the document in hand. Nelly and her group of friends had been taken away by the police. I got out of bed and, with Gloria's support, walked out of the hospital and made my way to the police station. The moment Nelly saw me, she fumed. "Why aren't you arresting her instead?"I glanced at her before walking up to the police officer. "Hello, officer. Nelly Brook and her accomplices assaulted me, damaged my car, and destroyed my valuables worth more than two hundred million dollars. “I want to pursue this matter thoroughly, so I appreciate your assistance." Nelly cackled. "You liar! How could your worthless junk be worth so much? You may as well go rob a bank instead!" One of her friends nodded in agreement. "Yeah, don't think we don't know they’re all fakes!" Gloria
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If I weren’t my father’s daughter, with the family wealth, he never would have stayed with me. The more I thought about it, the more disturbing it felt. He might have known who I was from back in college and had deliberately pursued me."You know exactly how well I treated you, Drake!"“Don’t give me that!” he yelled, his face twisted in fury. He was on the verge of madness. “Don’t think I don’t see it—you’ve always treated me like a dog on a leash. You never really loved me.”I froze. I finally understood why he was with Nelly. I had seen it the last time. Nelly genuinely loved him. She clung to him, not because she thought he was rich, but because her devotion was absolute.Since I was young, I’d been trained to be independent, rational, and clear-headed like any self-respecting heir. I viewed marriage as a partnership between equals—based on mutual respect. My love was quiet, restrained. Even though I adored Drake, I could never fawn over him as some women would.In h
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I knew that Drake hadn’t realized the depth of his mistake yet. He was more afraid of losing everything he owned as it had all come from me. Once we divorced, I’d take it all back, and he’d return to being a pauper. Even if he wanted to claim some of my assets, it would be impossible. With the evidence of his infidelity alone, my family’s legal team would crush any attempt he made.The comments section of Nelly’s livestream erupted.[So, in the end, this so-called 'wife’ was the mistress all along!][Whoa, that plot twist came out of nowhere! Guess we shouldn’t choose sides too quickly.][What kind of ‘CEO’ is he? Just some random freeloader! She’s the daughter of a jewelry tycoon! The ones who attacked her are in big trouble now.]Finally, everything was out in the open.Drake still tried to cling to me, but I pushed him away and walked toward the door. As for Nelly and her friends, I didn’t need to say another word. The evidence was clear, and the police would handl
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Nelly was momentarily stunned."Honey, I’m right here!" she called out to Drake.Drake ignored her, trying to keep his composure. I noticed that he was sweating despite the cold."Listen to me, Megs. This isn’t what you think. Just give me a chance to explain, please?" he asked nervously.I sneered. "Explain how you cheated, used my money, lived in my house, and kept a mistress while having a child with her?"Nelly lunged forward and clung to Drake’s arm. "Honey, did you mistake her for me? I’m your wife! What’s going on?"Drake shook her off. "Shut up! Megs is my wife. We’re legally married. You’re not—get out of my sight and stop ruining my life."So, the marriage certificate he’d given her was fake.Nelly looked at Drake in disbelief."This has to be a joke…" she stammered.When she got pregnant, Nelly had insisted on getting married. Drake had been unable to refuse her request so he had forged a marriage certificate instead. He’d also let her stay in my villa where sh
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Drake’s call broke through my reminiscing. I dismissed it and called my secretary, Gloria Chase instead. Under my guidance, she prepared a divorce agreement for me. Then she visited me at the hospital with the document in hand. Nelly and her group of friends had been taken away by the police. I got out of bed and, with Gloria's support, walked out of the hospital and made my way to the police station. The moment Nelly saw me, she fumed. "Why aren't you arresting her instead?"I glanced at her before walking up to the police officer. "Hello, officer. Nelly Brook and her accomplices assaulted me, damaged my car, and destroyed my valuables worth more than two hundred million dollars. “I want to pursue this matter thoroughly, so I appreciate your assistance." Nelly cackled. "You liar! How could your worthless junk be worth so much? You may as well go rob a bank instead!" One of her friends nodded in agreement. "Yeah, don't think we don't know they’re all fakes!" Gloria
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When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed. The doctor informed me that I had multiple injuries, a concussion, and a fractured arm. I glanced at my wrapped arm and let out a cold laugh. "I’ll deal with those idiots one by one."Suddenly, a woman in the adjacent bed spat at me. "You're that little mistress, aren't you? Have some shame. You ruined someone else's family, and you deserve to be beaten."I shot her a glance but chose to ignore her. The live stream had been cut off after I lost consciousness, so no one knew the truth. Everyone took Nelly at her word.I requested a private room and thankfully the hospital complied. A few minutes later, I lay in the VIP room and picked up my phone. The screen was shattered but still functional. I noticed numerous missed calls from Drake. I hadn't answered any of them so he sent me a message instead.[Where are you, Megs? Please answer the phone. I'm worried sick.]He must have seen the live stream. After all,
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Nelly lifted the bracelet high above her head, a malicious smile spreading across her face. “The more you care, the more I want to destroy it. After all, you’re the mistress who wrecked my family!”Then she let go. “No!” I screamed.With a loud crack, the bracelet hit the ground and shattered into a million pieces. I trembled as anger coursed through my body. The bracelet held immense significance for me. When I was a child, my parents were always busy, and so I was raised by my grandmother.She passed away two years ago, leaving me with the bracelet as a parting gift. Wearing it felt like having her by my side. Now it lay in pieces, and my last connection to her was gone. I glared at Nelly and her friends, my eyes burning with rage. I gritted my teeth and glared at them. “You’ll regret that. Even if you get on your knees and beg for your lives, nothing can fix this. Not one of you will escape!”Nelly's expression turned vicious. “Look at this filthy mistress still
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Nelly eyed the jewelry I was wearing. Then she reached out and forcefully yanked the earrings from my ears. Pain shot through me, and I winced, certain I was bleeding.“Have you lost your mind, Nelly? I told you I don’t know your husband!”Just as Nelly opened her mouth to respond, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and smiled sweetly.“It’s my husband. He’s probably calling to check on me.”Her friend chimed in, “Put it on speaker so this filthy woman can hear how good your husband is to you.”“Sure.”As soon as she answered, the fierce Nelly transformed into some docile creature. “Honey, I’m out shopping with the baby and some friends.”The man on the other end replied, “Just don’t stay out too late. Take good care of the child.”I froze. I’ve known Drake for so many years, that I instantly recognized his voice.Before that, I believed Nelly had made a mistake. But now, it felt like something inside me had broken.I looked at Nelly, who had just hung up the ph
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I had just stepped out of my car, ready to head into the mall for some shopping when I noticed a group of people charging toward me from across the street. They clutched phones and megaphones as if broadcasting a live stream, and through the loudspeaker, they shouted about teaching some mistress a lesson.I shook my head. These days, it seemed live streams were getting more bizarre by the day—no wonder they pulled in so much attention.Then, suddenly, I noticed the woman holding a baby in the center of the group. It was Nelly Brooks, the university student my husband, Drake Conner, had been sponsoring.Years ago, Drake told me he wanted to support some students from poor backgrounds, explaining that he had come from a modest family himself and wanted to offer a hand to others. I thought his empathy came from experience, so I encouraged him.Nelly was one of the students he sponsored. I’d seen her profile and picture before. Her family was destitute. Her parents had both pas
