After my husband's affair, I gave him and his mother a taste of their own medicine—They threw the first punch, after all. 1 In the two months before I discovered his infidelity, Mark, who never cared for grooming, began secretly spraying cologne. A woman's innate intuition told me he might be having an affair. Just a week prior, he had come home utterly intoxicated. I watched him, insensible with drink, and quickly helped him to bed, then brewed him a sobering broth. It was then that his phone screen suddenly lit up. A message appeared on the display: [I’m pregnant, Mark! You’re going to be a father! Aren't you happy?] I unlocked his phone. A torrent of explicit messages and brazen flirtations unfurled before my eyes. I couldn't believe these words, exchanged with another woman, came from Mark—the husband who had shared my life, who supposedly cherished our child, our home, and me. My hands trembled as I held the phone, reading each piercing word. Tears streamed from my eyes, large drops splattering onto the screen. I clapped a hand over my mouth, terrified my sobs would awaken Mark. I couldn’t fathom that the husband who, to outsiders, appeared utterly devoted and loving, was in fact this kind of man. Finally, I understood why Mark, who had once adored me, had recently grown so critical, his eyes betraying faint disdain and disgust. He had, it seemed, already found a cherished paramour outside our home! I forcefully wiped away my tears, took a deep breath, and compelled myself to calm down quickly. Then, I pulled out my own phone, saving their chat logs, as well as the mistress’s personal information and address. Afterward, I placed Mark's phone back where it belonged, pretending as if nothing had happened. The next morning, Mark, as usual, sprayed his cologne, preparing to leave for work. I stood by the doorway, holding our son, and asked him: "Will you be home for dinner tonight?" Mark lowered his head, continuing to put on his shoes. He remained silent for a moment. I pressed on: "Tonight's our son's birthday. Please come home for dinner!" Mark finally straightened up, merely grunting, "Hm," without turning, and then left. I watched Mark's retreating back, my heart turning to ice. That evening, the table was laden with an array of exquisite dishes. Mark sat at the table, holding our son, clapping and singing "Happy Birthday." I raised the wine glass before me, observing this charade of a devoted father. Mark glanced at me, his face showing impatience, and urged me to begin the meal. "All you're good for is cooking. And your looks are mediocre at best. Now, after childbirth, you've gotten fat and even uglier. You can't even earn a penny. Tell me, what use are you?" Mark's words stunned me so completely that I couldn't react for a long moment. I couldn't believe those words had come from his mouth. Every past memory, every tender moment, now felt like a performance. At this moment, I finally erupted! I slammed the glass onto the table, pointing at Mark's nose. "Regretting it now? Did you feed your eyes to the dogs back then?" "Evelyn, please understand your place. Don't bark orders at me, and certainly don't point your finger! You're no longer the pampered lady you once were! If it weren't for me, you'd be out on the streets, scraping for scraps. This house? Only my word counts here! You do what I say. Otherwise, you can get out!" "Mark, have you forgotten something? This is my house! My parents bought this property for me! What right do you have to tell me to get out?!" "Yours? What do you mean 'yours'?! Don't forget, when your family went bankrupt, it was my money that bailed you out! Now you can't pay it back, so the house is collateral! If it weren't for you giving the Thorne family a healthy son, I'd have thrown you out long ago!" "You're utterly shameless! What do you mean 'your money'? That was my dowry from my parents! After we married, you clung to me like a leech, starving yourself for three days, subtly coercing me into entrusting the money to you! Now it's 'your' money again? You want us to repay a debt, do you? No chance!" Mark's words at that moment made me want to tear him apart. I had never imagined he could be this kind of person, completely unlike the Mark I once knew. The man before me was utterly despicable and cruel! Mark was about to continue arguing with me, but our son's frightened cries interrupted him. I quickly snatched our son from his arms, soothing him as I turned and entered the nursery. Looking at my sleeping son in my arms, an idea suddenly sparked in my mind! I would divorce Mark, and I would repay all the hurt and pain he had inflicted on me tenfold, hundredfold, a thousandfold! I would make him suffer dearly! Every night, Mark habitually ate an apple before sleeping. So, under the pretense of slicing his apple, I also prepared a bowl of warm porridge. This was no ordinary porridge; it was a special blend I had concocted. Upon entering the master bedroom, I feigned an apology to Mark, humbling myself and flattering him in various ways. Under my coaxing, he finished the specially prepared porridge. After eating, Mark contentedly licked the corners of his lips, praising my cooking profusely, and asking me to prepare a separate bowl for him every morning. 2 And so, following Mark's request, I prepared a bowl of my 'special' porridge for him every morning. However, beneath my outwardly amiable and gentle demeanor, my plan was unfolding. After Mark left for work, I took our son to my parents' home. I recounted everything that had happened recently to my mother, Martha. Martha said nothing, but turned into the kitchen, retrieved a packet of fox nuts and water chestnuts, and handed them to me. She said: "Since he's so fond of other women, you, as his wife, mustn't be ignorant. It's just a man; let her have him. Remember, when you go home, don't argue with him. Just brew these fox nuts and water chestnuts into a broth for him. It will help him 'strengthen his constitution.'" With that, Martha firmly patted my hand several times, deliberately emphasizing the words "strengthen his constitution." I understood her subtle meaning and accepted the fox nuts and water chestnuts. After lunch, I left my son at my parents' house and took a carriage alone to a Muay Thai training hall far from home. That's right, I enrolled in Muay Thai. Like Mark, I also needed to 'strengthen my constitution,' just in a different way. Every day, I shuttled between my home, my parents' house, and the Muay Thai hall. And I never forgot to prepare the fox nut and water chestnut broth for Mark every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. One day, as I passed by the study, I heard Mark on the phone with his mother, Agnes. He was saying that his mistress was four months pregnant, and he wanted Agnes to come to the city to care for his future daughter-in-law. He also asked Agnes to hold onto the deed to the house for him. On the other end of the line, Agnes’s voice immediately rose several octaves upon hearing "house deed." She happily agreed. I peered through the crack in the door, seeing Mark about to exit the study. I pretended to be just passing by. Mark saw me approaching and called out. "What is it?! Something wrong?" I asked. "My mother is coming to stay in the city for a while. You can go stay at your parents' house then!" I looked at him with utter bewilderment. He must have thought I hadn't understood, so he repeated himself. Before he could finish, I snapped at him loudly, "Why should I go back to my parents' house? Your mother can come if she wants. Is she some blushing maiden who can't be seen? This house is enormous, with so many rooms; isn't that enough for just her? Does she need me to move out too? Is she an octopus, needing a room for each leg?!" I no longer spoke to him with my former meekness. "Oh, what way is that to speak?! I just thought you two wouldn't get along, alright? What if I go to work and you two start fighting at home?!" "I'm not insane. As long as she doesn't cause trouble, I won't do anything to her!" Seeing that I was being difficult, Mark found himself with no recourse and had to let me have my way. Two days later, Agnes, Mark's mother, arrived at our house, laden with heavy bags, looking travel-worn. The moment she stepped inside, she tried to assert her dominance. Agnes stood at the doorway, extending her dust-laden shoe, subtly indicating that I should bend down to remove it for her. I pointed to the slippers on the floor and said: "Mother-in-law, the slippers are right there. You can change into them yourself." "I'm old, I can't bend down." "Old? Then why are you carrying such heavy bags all the way from the village?" Agnes was momentarily speechless, choked by my retort. I quickly added more fuel to the fire: "If you can't even bend down to put on shoes, I wonder what Mark was thinking, asking you to come help with the child. I'll have to speak with him later; he's truly unfilial!" "Nonsense!" Agnes was flustered, quickly coming to her son's defense. "Mark… Mark is not unfilial? Mark is the most filial and accomplished child in our village! My Mark, he is the most devoted to me! He promised to buy a grand house and bring me here to live, and hasn't he done just that?!" The moment she mentioned the house, I immediately flared up. "Mother-in-law, please understand that this house was bought by my parents for me. Mark's name was added as a mere formality. Under current law, Mark didn't contribute a single penny; this house has absolutely nothing to do with him." "How can it have nothing to do with him? What do you, a woman, know! What's yours is my Mark's! Husband and wife shouldn't differentiate between 'yours' and 'mine.' Besides, what does a woman need so many houses for? In our village, a woman's words don't count for much. At home, everything must be decided by the man." "Yes, Mother-in-law. Tomorrow, I'll go to Elder Mr. Davies’s house in our village and tell him to marry you quickly! That way, you won’t feel like your words don't count for much in the village anymore, and you’ll have a man at home to keep you in line." I retaliated with biting sarcasm. Elder Mr. Davies was an old bachelor in Mark’s village. Ever since Mark’s father passed away, The two of them had often exchanged suggestive glances. Elder Mr. Davies would frequently come under the guise of bringing food to the "widow and orphan," but secretly, he and Agnes had started an affair. When Mark found out, he chased Elder Mr. Davies for miles with a knife, intent on harming him. After that incident, Elder Mr. Davies never dared to associate with Agnes again. This was a piece of gossip I had overheard when I last returned to Mark’s village. Agnes, after hearing my words, seemed to recall something. She glared at me, and in an instant, her face turned crimson with embarrassment. 3 One day, when I returned from the Muay Thai training hall, I heard sounds of pleasure emanating from the bedroom. I tiptoed to the bedroom door, pressing the doorknob, and quietly opened the door a crack. Peering through the gap, I saw two naked bodies entwined. It was Mark and a woman with long, curly hair, both stark naked, engaged in unspeakable acts. Watching the two of them performing such lewd acts on the bed, I trembled with rage. Just as I was about to burst in and slap them both silly, I remembered my mother’s recent advice: always have evidence. With irrefutable proof, he wouldn’t be able to deny it! I suppressed my disgust, pulled out my phone, and began recording the shameless pair, securing my evidence. Just then, the woman on the bed suddenly asked in a sickeningly sweet voice: "Darling, what's wrong now? Why are you not performing? You used to last at least half an hour, and now you can't even make it twenty minutes! Tell me, are you seeing other women while I'm not looking?" "Oh, my little darling, how could I dare mess around behind your back! You're pregnant now, aren't you? We have to be careful for the baby's sake!" "Hmph! Even if I gave you ten times the courage, you wouldn't dare mess around behind my back! And, have you found that woman's house deed? You promised me that after I joined you, you'd move me into a house even bigger than this one. Don't tell me that when the baby's born, we'll not only lack a big house, but you'll make my child and me sleep on the streets!" "Don't you worry! My little darling, tomorrow I'll make my mother force her to hand over the house deed. I refuse to believe I can't handle that old hag!" Hearing Mark and his mistress's conversation, I finally fully understood that for all these years, he had married me solely for my family's fortune. Now that my family was bankrupt, he was setting his sights on this house. This house was bought by my parents for me when Mark and I got engaged. At the time, it cost over 400,000 Crowns. Its location was excellent, and if sold now, it would be worth at least 800,000 Crowns. I closed the door, then turned and rushed straight to the attic, where I found the house deed. Mark would never in a million years guess I’d put the deed in the attic. Before the wedding, my mother had warned me to be clever in all things, saying Mark was no easy man to deal with. At the time, I foolishly believed Mark loved me, and that once married, there would be no secrets between us. But fortune is fickle, and I was too naive back then. I never imagined Mark would cheat. Ever since I found out about his infidelity, I became more cautious and secretly hid the house deed in the attic. I took the house deed back to my parents' home and gave it to my mother, Martha, who hid it in the most secure place in our house. Three days later, I was hanging clothes on the balcony. Agnes, Mark's mother, approached me with a fawning expression, calling, "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law." I glanced at her, asking coldly, "What is it? Why so affectionate? Our relationship isn't usually this warm, is it?" "Oh, look at you! We're family now, what's all this about good or bad relationships?" "Do you need something?" Agnes pretended to smooth a sheet I had just hung, then said, "Oh, your mother-in-law doesn't have much to say, just wanted to ask you, you've been married to my son for so long, who manages the money?" "Why do you ask?" "No reason, Mother-in-law was just asking. I was chatting with the ladies in the neighborhood, and they said women in the city manage the money, don't they? So you manage Mark's money too?" "Not at all. I'm not as fortunate as them. I can't manage your son's meager funds." Hearing this, Agnes’s face grew even more smug. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said: "Actually, your mother-in-law has wanted to say this for a long time. It seems you have some self-awareness. I also think you're unlucky. Your family went bankrupt just a few years after you married. Your parents should have had a son back then, why a daughter? She'll just be a money-losing commodity when she marries! Look how lucky my son is! He's a general manager at a young age, and lives in such a grand house!" "Your son is lucky, but whether he can afford such a grand house depends entirely on the blessing of this 'money-losing commodity'! Otherwise, for a country boy like him, he'd work his whole life and never afford such a grand house!" "You…" Agnes, furious, was about to retort, when she suddenly remembered something and instantly changed her demeanor. "Yes, yes, Evelyn, you're right. My Mark owes all his success today to your blessing. If it weren't for you, my Mark wouldn't even have a wife by now." "Mother-in-law, just say what you want directly! No need for all these twists and turns, beating around the bush." "Then your mother-in-law will be direct, alright? It's about the house deed, you have it, don't you?" "Yes, I do! What about it?" "It's nothing much, just that I see you work hard with the child. Such a valuable thing as a house deed should be entrusted to your mother-in-law for safekeeping!" "What? Did I hear that right! Mother-in-law! Why should I entrust the house deed to you! You didn't pay for the house, and besides, wouldn't it be safer somewhere else than in your hands?!" "Hmph, what way is that to speak, girl! You're refusing a toast and asking for a penalty, are you? Since you married into our family, you must obey your in-laws, obey your man! Your man is your sky! And you dare not defy the sky, or you will be struck by lightning!" "Oh, so I married into your family to suffer tribulation, did I? And be struck by lightning? If your son is so powerful, tell him to try and strike me down!" Agnes's face turned beet red with rage. She grabbed the clothes hanger, intending to strike me, muttering furiously, "You little wretch, are you rebelling now? If you upset me, tomorrow I'll tell Mark to divorce you!" "Divorce then! Divorce! If we divorce, this house won't have a single penny to do with him! Go ahead and hit me. After you're done, I'll immediately get a medical report and call the Royal Bailiff to have you arrested, and you can rot in jail for life!" Agnes flinched when she heard me threaten to call the authorities. She immediately stopped her movements. She certainly didn't want to end up in the jailhouse just for trying to get a house deed. She quickly forced a yellow-toothed smile and said, "Mother-in-law was just scaring you, dear. How could I ever hit you! Look how precious you city girls are, a mere scare and you want to send your mother-in-law to jail! If people in our village found out, wouldn't they laugh at the wife our old Thorne family married?!" "Good that you know. This is a lawful society now, not your village where you can just hit people as you please. Hitting someone will cost you money and a jail sentence!" I glared at Agnes, snatched the clothes hanger, and turned to leave. 4 That evening, Mark called to say he wouldn't be back for dinner; he was meeting with a client. I simply said, "Oh," and hung up. After dinner, I received a call from Lady Eleanor, inviting me to a tavern. I left my son with Agnes, changed my clothes, and went out. Upon arriving at the tavern, I spotted a man whose back resembled Mark’s. I quietly approached and, indeed, it was him! He stood near the entrance, chatting merrily with a few other men. I trailed them. After watching them enter a private room, I discreetly noted the room number. Half an hour later, estimating the time, I found an excuse to tell Lady Eleanor I needed to step out for a moment. When I reached Mark’s private room, I pushed open a crack in the door, observing the suggestive atmosphere inside. A woman was wrapped around Mark's neck, sitting on his lap, her hands roving over his body. In a short while, the woman and Mark were openly engaged in intimate acts in front of everyone. Seeing this, the others in the room also followed suit. I pulled out my phone and recorded the entire scene. "Hello! Is this the Royal Bailiff? I want to report a public disturbance at The Golden Bell Tavern, room number 111. There's an illicit gathering in progress." I hid in the darkest corner of the stairwell, watching as the Royal Bailiff burst into the room and took Mark and the others away. I handed a tip to a tavern servant, asking him to call the mistress and inform her to collect him from the precinct.
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