All Chapters of Unlike Broken Arms, Broken Hearts Don‘t Mend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

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

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

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

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