Chapter 4

Serena's usually proud face showed a trace of disbelief and panic.

"What do you mean? You want a divorce?"

I laughed coldly.

"Divorce? The marriage certificate is fake. There's no divorce to speak of, is there?"

"All these years with you, wasn't I just a free housekeeper?"

The Moore family relatives started chiming in.

"Serena, this man just claimed to be your husband. What's your relationship with him?"

Serena's earlier panic vanished in a flash. She gripped Preston's hand tightly behind her.

"How is that possible? Preston has always been my husband."

"Would I, Serena Moore, ever like a rideshare driver?"

Then Preston smiled and put his arm around her shoulder, sizing me up.

"Oh, it's you. That driver from the other day. I guess it's true---dirty car, dirty person."

I clenched my fists, holding back again and again.

Forget it. Arguing with these people was a waste of life.

But just as I passed by him, Preston lowered his voice and leaned close to my ear.

"She hasn't let you touch her in a long time, right? Want to know why?"

"Because her body is covered with my marks. And you---you're dirty and weak, can't even hold onto your own woman."

Hearing that, my anger finally exploded.

Though I no longer cared about Serena's affair, I couldn't stand the mistress's constant provocations.

But before I could move, Preston suddenly let go and fell backward down the steps.

He slammed hard onto the ground in front of the mansion entrance, blood seeping from the back of his head.

The Moore family members screamed. Serena shoved me aside hard and ran down to hold Preston.

"Preston, Preston, are you okay... Does it hurt..."

Seeing her face full of concern, I found it laughable.

Years ago, when I'd saved her, I'd broken two ribs and used my body to pry open the crushed car door.

I'd been in so much pain that tears streamed involuntarily down my face, yet she'd said coldly, "You're a grown man. Can't handle a little pain? Do you need to cry about it?"

Serena turned her head and shouted at me with red eyes.

"Holden Hayes, have you lost your mind? To get me, you want to kill Preston?"

This was the first time I'd seen her this angry.

I said coldly, "He fell on his own. Are you blind?"

Before I finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through my hand.

It was Serena's illegitimate son. He was hitting my arm with a scalding kettle of hot water.

"Bad man! Don't bully my daddy!"

I frowned and pushed the child away.

But Serena suddenly rushed over and slapped me several times.

She held the child tightly behind her.

"You bastard, you even want to hurt my son?"

"Holden Hayes, do you really enjoy using these dirty tactics?"

Mrs. Moore pulled out her phone and pointed it at me. She was livestreaming.

"Everyone come see! The homewrecker is making trouble at the real wife's house, trying to kill her husband and harm the child!"

I looked at this absurd scene and suddenly felt exhausted.

No matter how I explained, no one would believe me.

They didn't care about the truth. They wanted to ruin my reputation.

Serena kept pounding on me, her eyes full of hatred.

"Holden Hayes, I must have been blind to show you any mercy!"

"You've occupied Preston's place for so many years---how dare you lay a hand on him!"

"Get on your knees and apologize to him right now!"

I almost laughed in anger.

"Why should I apologize for something I didn't do?"

"You chose to marry me. You chose to cheat. What do I owe Preston?"

I looked at them one last time, coldly.

"Serena Moore, you've lied to me for seven years. You're the one who owes me."

"I hope you never regret this for the rest of your life."

With that, I ignored everyone's curses and walked straight out.

After instructing Lynn to pick me up, I stood by the road waiting for the car.

But the next second, a black car suddenly came barreling toward me.

I couldn't dodge in time and slammed directly into the hood.