Chapter 2

I'd just sent the videos to Damian's company chat groups.

In less than a minute, I was forcibly kicked out of the groups.

Damian's call came through immediately.

He roared into the phone, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"How dare you slander me with fabricated videos?"

"Get your ass to my office right now and explain yourself!"

I clutched the breast cancer diagnosis report in my hand, the edges of the paper almost cutting into my flesh.

I hailed a cab straight to Damian's headquarters at Reed Corporation.

As soon as I reached the first-floor lobby, I saw Damian wearing a custom-tailored suit, looking radiant.

Standing beside him was that young housekeeper, Jessica Shaw.

Jessica was now dressed in designer clothes, carrying a limited-edition handbag.

She looked nothing like a housekeeper.

The receptionists and security guards were fawning over them obsequiously.

The receptionist said, "Mr. Reed and Ms. Shaw are a match made in heaven."

"Ms. Shaw, you look so elegant today."

I walked up and used all my strength to slap Damian across the face.

The crisp sound made the entire lobby fall silent in an instant.

"Damian, you bastard."

Jessica immediately let out a shriek.

She hid behind Damian like a frightened rabbit.

"Mr. Reed, who is this crazy woman?"

Damian covered his rapidly swelling face, his eyes vicious enough to devour someone.

He shoved me away forcefully.

My back slammed heavily into the cold glass door, the pain making my vision go black.

Damian pointed at my nose and cursed.

"Security, throw this lunatic out."

I steadied myself against the door and shouted back, "I'm your wife."

"I sent videos of you messing around at home with this housekeeper to the group chats. Are you going to deny what you did?"

All eyes in the lobby hit me like spotlights.

Jessica covered her mouth, her eyes showing undisguised mockery.

"Are you out of your mind? I'm the Vice President of Reed Corporation. Mr. Reed has always been single—everyone in the company knows that."

I stared at Damian in shock, my heart feeling like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

"You've been pretending to be single at the company? Have you forgotten how you knelt before my father begging for funding?"

Damian's eyes darted away, then were replaced by even greater fury.

"Shut up. You're money-crazy. I don't even know you."

He turned to the security guards and roared.

"Are you all dead? Throw her out!"

Several security guards rushed forward.

They twisted my arms like I was a criminal being apprehended.

I struggled desperately.

"Damian, you'll die a terrible death. You used my father's money to start your business, and now you want to kick me aside?"

Jessica walked up in her high heels and slapped me across the face.

"Shut your filthy mouth. Mr. Reed built his business from nothing—what does it have to do with you?"

"If you keep slandering him, I'll have you thrown in jail."

She lifted her foot and kicked me hard in the abdomen with her heel.

I curled up on the ground in pain, cold sweat instantly soaking through my back.

The dull ache from my breast cancer combined with the sharp pain from this kick nearly made me pass out.

The security guards dragged me across the smooth marble floor like a dead dog.

They threw me at the bottom of the steps outside the company entrance.

My knees scraped across the rough ground, blood seeping out bright red.

Damian walked out and looked down at me from above, his eyes full of disgust.

"If you dare make trouble again, I'll break your legs."

I gritted my teeth and pushed myself up off the ground.

"Damian, we're not divorced yet. You're transferring marital assets and keeping a mistress. I'm going to sue you in court."

Damian let out a scoffing laugh.

"Go ahead and sue. Let's see who'll believe a mental patient."

He turned around and put his arm around Jessica's waist.

The two of them swaggered into the private elevator as if what just happened was an insignificant farce.

I pulled out my phone to call the police.

But I discovered the screen had been smashed by the security guards at some point.

It was completely black and wouldn't turn on at all.

I could only drag my injured leg and walk out step by painful step.