Chapter 3

I limped toward the roadside.

I wanted to hail a taxi.

A black SUV suddenly screeched to a halt in front of me.

The window rolled down, and Jessica sat in the passenger seat.

She took off her sunglasses, her face full of mockery.

"What's wrong? Can't get a cab?"

Damian sat in the driver's seat, his gaze cold, as if looking at a stranger.

Jessica pulled out a stack of bills and threw them out the window, hitting me in the face.

"Take this and buy yourself some medicine."

"Stop fantasizing that you're the CEO's wife."

"Looking like a poor wretch, you're not even worthy of carrying my shoes."

I said nothing and stomped hard on the bills on the ground.

"Jessica, you're getting a superiority complex from being a mistress?"

"When you were a housekeeper at my house, you were on your knees washing my feet."

Jessica's face instantly turned ugly.

She immediately turned to Damian, her voice taking on a whining tone.

"Damian, look at her talking nonsense again."

"When did I ever work as her housekeeper?"

Damian glared at me viciously.

"Try insulting Jessica one more time."

"Jessica graduated from a prestigious university overseas."

"She agreed to do part-time housework at my place to experience life."

"Stop flattering yourself."

I was so angry at his shamelessness that I laughed.

"Experience life? Experiencing her way into the master's bed?"

"A hundred and fifty videos—do you want to watch them again carefully?"

Damian pushed open the car door and strode toward me.

He grabbed my hair and forced me to look up.

"You dare bring up those fabricated videos again?"

"I've already reported you to the police for blackmail and extortion."

"Wait for the court summons."

A tearing pain shot through my scalp.

"Damian, you're truly shameless."

"Those videos are from the cloud monitoring built into your door lock."

"The police will know if they're real or fake with one check."

Damian suddenly lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only the two of us could hear.

"You think the police can find anything?"

"I deleted all the cloud data long ago."

"The backups on your phone have already been hacked by someone I hired."

"What proof do you have now?"

A chill rose from my spine and instantly spread to all my limbs.

No wonder he was so fearless.

He'd already destroyed all the evidence.

Jessica got out of the car and affectionately took Damian's arm.

"Damian, don't waste words on this crazy woman."

"We still need to go look at wedding houses."

"Wedding house?" Those two words pierced my ears like needles.

"Damian, we're not divorced yet."

Damian disgustedly released my hair.

"We will be soon."

"I've already submitted proof to the court that you have schizophrenia."

"Your assets will be managed entirely by me."

"You'll spend the rest of your life in a mental institution."

He pulled out several photos from his pocket and threw them at me.

The photos clearly showed my "medical records" from a psychiatric department.

"When did you forge these?"

I desperately tore up those false documents.

"I have breast cancer, not a mental illness!"

Jessica giggled delicately.

"Mental patients never admit they're sick."

"See, you can't even remember what illness you have."

"How pitiful."

She turned and pulled Damian toward the car.

"Damian, let's go. The baby just kicked me."

I stared at her flat stomach.

"You're pregnant?"

Damian's face showed vindictive satisfaction.

"That's right, Jessica is carrying my son."

"You barren hen should have gotten lost long ago."

The car roared away, splashing mud all over me.

I stood there, chilled to the bone.

I'd managed the household for him for eight years.

I developed breast cancer from years of exhaustion.

Not only did he cheat, but he also wanted to seize my assets.

He even wanted to silence me permanently by locking me in a mental institution.

I absolutely couldn't let him succeed.

I had to seek help from my father's old friends.