Chapter 3

Just as I was contemplating my next move, the next morning, there was suddenly a knock at the door.

"Open up! You little bitch, get out here right now!"

As soon as I opened the door, my mother-in-law barged in aggressively.

"My son just found someone else who can actually bear children, and you're making a fuss about it?"

"You're a useless woman who can't even have children, can't even keep your man's heart, and you still have the nerve to spend our family's money?"

Spittle flew from her mouth as she spoke, as if she wanted to tear me apart.

"Hand over the property deed right now! This house needs to go to the child in Chloe's belly!"

"You jinx, hurry up and divorce him with nothing. Stop taking up space!"

She rummaged wildly through the house. When she couldn't find the property deed, she furiously lunged at me.

I sidestepped, and she missed, tumbling awkwardly onto the sofa.

"The property deed has my name on it. It's my premarital property. If you want to steal it by force, I'll call the police right now."

I looked at her coldly.

My mother-in-law's eyes went wide as she pointed at my nose, jumping with rage.

"Bullshit! My son pays so much for the mortgage every month—how can it be your premarital property? You're even scheming to take our family's money!"

"Mortgage?" I laughed coldly. "You must be senile. My dad bought this house in full for me. Your son never paid a cent of the down payment—where's this mortgage you're talking about?"

My mother-in-law was rendered speechless, so she simply plopped down on the floor.

"I can't go on living! Evil daughter-in-law bullying her mother-in-law! Bullying us helpless women!"

Too lazy to deal with her, I called building security directly and had her removed for trespassing.

Then I opened the building residents' group chat.

"Everyone, please help me judge this situation. I'm pregnant, but not only does my husband refuse to acknowledge it, he's also been sleeping with my best friend who lives in the apartment below me."

"The woman in the photos is Chloe from Unit 102 in Building 3. Not only is she pregnant with my husband's child, but now the mistress's parents and my mother-in-law come to my door every day forcing me to divorce and trying to steal my house. I really can't go on living..."

As soon as the message went out, the group chat exploded.

The aunties and uncles in the group hated this kind of moral depravity the most.

"That woman usually looks so innocent, but she's actually a homewrecking mistress!"

"So shameless! Even rabbits don't eat the grass near their own burrow, but she's stealing her best friend's husband!"

"These morally bankrupt cheaters deserve to die!"

The combat effectiveness of these aunties was legendary.

In less than half a day, Chloe's reputation had spread throughout the entire complex.

Whenever she went out, the uncles and aunties would point and gossip, and some even splashed dirty water and threw rotten vegetables at her door.

She was so scared she kept her door locked tight, not even daring to go downstairs to throw out the trash.

This was just the appetizer I'd prepared for her.

My husband proposed to Chloe to appease her.

But Chloe's parents weren't buying it at all. They laid it out straight.

"Want to marry our daughter? Get divorced first! Then give our daughter fifty thousand dollars and transfer the house into Chloe's name! Miss even one thing, and you can forget about marrying her!"

Damian was cornered with no way out, so he could only pin his hopes on work.

Unfortunately, I'd already blocked this last escape route for him too.

I'd sent all his dirty laundry to his company's client group chat long ago.

His boss was furious and immediately removed him from the important partnership project he'd been working on for six months.

Colleagues who used to be polite to him now took detours to avoid him, afraid of being contaminated by association.

In just one week, he'd been tortured beyond recognition.

That evening, there was a knock at the door.

I opened it to find Damian with heavy dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair, and a haggard face.

With a thud, his knees buckled and he dropped heavily to his knees before me.

His eyes were red-rimmed, his voice thick with tears.

"Emma, I'm begging you, divorce me already!"

"I don't want anything anymore—the house is yours, the money is yours. Please just let me go, okay?"

Looking at his pathetic state, I felt not a ripple of emotion in my heart.

"Divorce?"

I looked down at him from above, laughing coldly.

"What's the rush? The game is just getting started."

I was calculating my last trump card—it would be enough to let him taste true despair.