I was stuck in holiday traffic on the highway when I scrolled past a post. "What's the most thrilling thing you've ever done in your life?" Underneath, the most liked comment caught my eye. "About to do it. Like, getting it on right under his wife's nose... Should I livestream it for everyone?" Someone replied, asking, "Is it really that thrilling?" She replied: "We're stuck in traffic, and I'm right behind their car. He's going to come back here and keep me company in a minute." Attached was a photo of the back of a car. My breath hitched because the license plate in the photo was exactly the same as mine. 01 At this moment, I turned my head to look at my husband, Arthur, in the driver's seat. The cowardice of his youth was long gone from his features. The poor boy he used to be was a thing of the past. He was currently half-asleep, arms crossed, pretending to rest. A picture of peaceful tranquility. I admit, my mind was blank. I couldn't believe it, and I didn't want to believe it. I had firmly believed that the time, effort, and money I poured into him had nurtured a seed of gratitude and a sincere relationship. But... I looked down at my phone. The comments refreshed again. Someone objected: "Is it really okay to destroy someone else's family?" The user named "Aching for Big Bro" replied quickly. "Lmao, Artie and I have been engaged in our hometown since we were eighteen. Our parents agreed, and we even threw a banquet." "If this woman wasn't rich and couldn't help us establish ourselves in the big city, do you think I'd tolerate my man marrying someone else?" Seeing these words. I couldn't help but recall how Arthur and I met. My heart pounded wildly. It was as if I was glimpsing some shameful conspiracy. I couldn't hold back and typed a reply under the comment. "You guys... didn't approach this woman on purpose, did you?" Almost the next second, "Aching for Big Bro" replied. One after another. Full of smugness and showing off. "Oh my, you guessed it? Baby, you're so smart." "When Artie and I first came to the big city, we were so poor we couldn't even pay rent. But my Artie is handsome, so we came up with a plan. He'd deliver food and specifically target women driving nice cars, looking for a chance to 'accidentally' scrape them." "The first two times were unlucky; we ran into cheapskates who insisted on compensation. It caused us to take out a bunch of online loans and almost drove us to death." "We didn't expect to strike gold on the third try. We ran into this stupid woman. Tsk tsk... really just dumb with too much money. Not only did she not ask for compensation, but later when Artie went to find her to pay her back, pretending to be strong and responsible, she actually took the bait." "And now? After they got married, my house, my car, my bags... which of these wasn't paid for by this stupid woman?" Below that was a pile of comments marveling at the audacity. "Impressed. Sister has opened up a new lane." "Too bad my boyfriend isn't handsome, boohoo..." "Your username is hilarious. Your lover boy sold his body for you, but at least his soul is with you." Only I felt as if I had plunged into an ice cellar, filled with deep humiliation. Obviously, this stupid woman. Was referring to me... Chloe. 02 I finally clicked into the profile of "Aching for Big Bro." Though apprehensive, though uneasy. But I had a deeper fear. That was to remain in the darkness of being deceived. My fingertip fell. The pinned post entered my vision. "August 8th. Of course, there needs to be a special sense of ceremony. Artie says it's thrilling here." The attached photo was clearly taken in a hotel bathroom. In the mirror, the woman took a selfie with a flushed face. Behind her, a man hugged her from behind. The man's face was blocked, but the hand wrapped around the woman's stomach was exceptionally eye-catching. Because, the platinum wedding ring on his ring finger was coldly reflecting the overhead light. This ring was the one I personally picked out and slipped onto Arthur's finger. And August 8th was the day of my wedding. That is to say, on the day of our wedding. Right under my nose. They had a secret rendezvous in the hotel bathroom. Thinking of this, my stomach churned. I covered my mouth, forcing down the urge to vomit. I gritted my teeth and kept reading. "July 1st, the day Artie took wedding photos. The stupid woman was right outside, and we..." Attached photo: Champagne-colored curtains, very familiar. On the wall, a man and a woman's hands pressed tightly against it. And this place was the changing room I had used. My finger mechanically swiped down. "October 15th, Artie let me come to his company! We'll see each other every day from now on." The attached photo was the company's fire escape, a dimly lit stairwell, two hands tightly clasped. "November 3rd, lunch break, conference room date. The soundproofing is great, his wife would absolutely never guess." The attached photo was the silhouette of a hug outside the frosted glass door of the conference room. "December 24th, Christmas Eve. The Benz Artie bought me arrived! Gotta be quick today, he still has to go home to keep that dumb bitch company. Unhappy." Attached photo: Clothes scattered messily inside a car. The most recent post. "Tomorrow the dumb bitch is going back to his hometown with him for the holidays. So annoying. But he said he'd find a chance to comfort me on the road. Looking forward to it..." Having seen everything. The piercing pain in my heart almost sank into my bones. Following that was a wave of resentment, quietly rising from the bottom of my heart. You guys seem to really enjoy finding thrills in various situations, don't you? Then I'll give you more thrills than you can handle. 03 "Chloe, why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell?" Arthur's gentle voice suddenly came from beside my ear. His eyes, as always, were filled with adoration and concern. I forced myself to hide the hatred in my eyes and barely managed a smile. We met three years ago. Just as the comment said. It was an accidental encounter. Arthur, delivering food, scraped my luxury car. His reaction at the time was to hold his head and cry bitterly. Desperately calling me "Miss," begging for forgiveness. I was amused, and in the end, drove off without pressing the issue. What I didn't expect was that he would show up in front of me punctually every month and give me all his salary. "Miss, I asked around, it takes thirty thousand to fix the car. Please give me a few more months." Ridiculous as it sounds, I was moved by his character and sincerity. I was even charmed by his unique rustic simplicity, developing romantic feelings for him. I helped him grow, gave him financial support. Allowed him to go from having nothing to becoming the "Mr. Sterling" everyone else talked about. Now I was even accompanying him to his hometown for the holidays, giving him plenty of face. But now you're telling me. From beginning to end, it was a trap. Any human being wouldn't be able to stand it; their heart would clench in agony. I tried my best to suppress the agitation in my heart and squeezed out words. "I'm fine, just annoyed by the traffic." Arthur shook his head, making a joke. "Everyone thinks they're so smart, choosing to head home early for the holidays, and the result... everyone gets clumped together, stuck right in it." I pursed my lips and didn't speak. My gaze, however, glanced at the rearview mirror. I saw the door of the Benz behind us open. A woman wearing a cashmere coat and little high heels stepped out. The woman's appearance was exactly the same as the blogger "Aching for Big Bro." My brow furrowed slightly, but quickly smoothed out. Only the hatred in my heart grew colder. She walked with a swaying, alluring gait, making no attempt to hide. Arriving at the driver's side, she bent down and lightly knocked on the window. Arthur very naturally rolled down the window, his tone laced with distance. "Hello, can I help you?" The woman's voice was soft and sweet. "Oh my, sorry to bother you. Sir, do you know what's going on ahead? How long will we be stuck here?" As she asked, her gaze casually swept over me in the passenger seat. In that brief moment of eye contact. I saw mockery and pity. As if saying: The mistress is standing right here, and you know absolutely nothing. I knew that if I hadn't accidentally scrolled past that post. I wouldn't have understood the meaning in her eyes at all. My hands resting on my knees. My nails had already dug deeply into my palms. But my face maintained a calm indifference, and I even gave her a slight nod, treating it as the courtesy between strangers. Arthur's performance was worthy of an Oscar. He frowned slightly, shook his head, and his voice was steady. "Not too sure, they didn't say on the radio. Probably an accident up ahead, we just have to wait." His gaze was open, his tone natural. As if he were seeing this woman for the first time. "I see... alright then, sorry to bother you." After saying that, she turned and walked back. As Arthur rolled up the window, he sighed. "Waiting dryly like this really isn't a solution, and who knows how long we'll be stuck. Chloe, how about I go up ahead and check out the situation? See if I can get some news, just to have an idea." In this moment, I understood. The woman coming over to ask was a secret signal between them. I twitched my lips and gave a soft "mm-hmm." Arthur got out of the car, walked forward, and soon disappeared from my sight. I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. Unsurprisingly, he would loop around in my blind spot and get into the Benz behind us. So, I only needed to pay attention to the live comments on "Aching for Big Bro." 04 See, here it comes. I stared at my phone, motionless. "I just walked over to that stupid woman's car. She was sitting in the passenger seat, looking all silly, and even nodded at me? Hahaha, I'm dying." Someone replied: "Sister, you're awesome. That kind of woman is probably so dumb that if she was sold, she'd help count the money." Various mocking comments came flooding in. Someone asked: "Your Artie should be here soon, right?" "Aching for Big Bro" answered. "Hehe, here he comes, here he comes. I wonder if she can feel a little movement in the car in front?" The replies below were in an uproar again. If I had seen this ten minutes ago. I might have broken down, might have gone crazy. But at this moment, my mood was unusually calm. The corner of my mouth even curled into an extremely cold arc. You like thrills? You enjoy the pleasure of cheating right under my nose? You treat me as a stupid backdrop, mocking me wantonly? Very well. Then let's play this game of yours a little bigger. 05 When the comments in the post refreshed again. "Artie is here, we're going to start now." Attached photo: Inside the car, discarded coats, a man's and a woman's hands intertwined with fingers linked. The replies reached a climax. But I slowly closed my eyes and took three deep breaths. When I opened them again, only clarity and resolution remained in my eyes. I looked up at the rearview mirror. That white Benz was parked quietly there. But looking closely, the body of the car was shaking slightly. Once, and then again. Now is the time. Without any hesitation, I pulled out a red window-breaking hammer from the passenger side glove compartment. The cold, hard touch brought me an inexplicable sense of power. I pushed open the car door, got out, and walked straight back. There were many drivers who had gotten out of their cars to chat nearby. In front and behind, there was an endless line of cars. I believed that in a while, this place would be no different from a bustling market. I walked to the front side of the Benz. No hesitation, no cursing. I just raised the window-breaking hammer high, poured all my strength into my arm, and smashed it down fiercely. 06 Crash... An ear-piercingly loud bang suddenly exploded. The tempered glass was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, the center deeply caved in. "Ah..." At the same time. A woman's terrified scream came from inside the car. The loud noise and the scream instantly startled everyone. Everyone cast their gazes over. "What happened?" "A car crash?" "Holy shit, there's a woman smashing a car. Did they get into a fight?" "Look, look, this woman is fierce." Discussions buzzed immediately. The crowd unconsciously gathered towards here. Soon, they formed a circle around the Benz and me. More people pulled out their phones. Lenses were aimed at this scene. I turned a deaf ear, my eyes icy cold, and raised my arm again. Crash... Crash... Crash... A few more consecutive hits. Finally, with a loud smash. The entire windshield completely shattered, collapsing inwards and revealing a large hole. Through this hole, everything inside the car had nowhere to hide. The driver's and passenger seats were reclined, and clothes were messily tossed on the floor mats and center console. Two completely naked people were clearly visible. Arthur's face, which had just smiled gently at me, was now pale as paper. After locking eyes with me, it was filled with unbelievable terror and panic. The woman's smugness was long gone, leaving only the shameful ugliness and pathetic state of being exposed to the light. I looked at them and pulled a cold smile. I looked away, walked to the right side of the Benz, aimed at the passenger window, and raised the hammer again. "Chloe, don't! Listen to my explanation." Arthur finally reacted, an intense feeling of shame making his voice hoarse. "It's not what you think, don't go crazy, stop." Explanation? Go crazy? I acted as if I didn't hear him and smashed down fiercely again. Crash... Smash... The passenger side window shattered in response. The surrounding crowd erupted in even louder gasps and discussions, phones not leaving their hands. "My god, she caught them cheating." "This woman is too fierce, looks like she's from the car in front." "In broad daylight, on the highway, with the wife's car right in front, these two... tsk tsk tsk, really shameless." "If it's catching cheaters, then she smashed it well." "Record it, record it, this is too juicy, this video will definitely go viral." 07 Discussions rose and fell. Mixed with disdain and excitement. Arthur and the woman inside the drafty car. Were even more pathetic, dying of shame and anger. Of course, I didn't stop. After smashing all the windows on the right side. I walked around to the back of the car and continued smashing the rear windshield. Finally, after a few loud crashes on the left side. At this point, all the glass on the entire car—front, back, left, and right—was completely smashed. And I stood there holding the window-breaking hammer, my face icy, only sneering. The accumulated hatred had finally dissipated quite a bit at this moment. Around us, the crowd holding up phones was three layers deep. Some even started live streaming. Although the viewership was high, they were quickly banned. However, the footage had already spread. Arthur had hastily thrown on his coat. His face was an array of colors, his eyes filled with infinite fear for the future. One could imagine how explosive this incident would become. The woman curled up in his arms, covering her face, and let out broken sobs. The cold winter wind was still howling into the car. Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably. I finally spoke slowly, my voice not soft. "Everyone guessed right. The man inside is my husband. He agreed with this woman that they would do something right under my nose. "Since they like showing others, then I don't mind letting everyone take a good look." The crowd erupted in an uproar. They had indeed guessed right. The men watching the excitement couldn't help but instinctively shrink their heads upon seeing me like this. The women, upon seeing it, all cheered me on, cursing the scumbag and the mistress to die a horrible death. I slowly walked over to the car door, pulled it open amidst the woman's screams, cast my gaze upon her, and curled the corners of my mouth. "Little beauty, nice figure, huh? "Oh right, didn't you like livestreaming your affairs online? Then I'll let you livestream to your heart's content." The woman jerked her head up, the terror and shame on her face not yet faded, replaced by shock and sudden realization. She stared dead at me, her eyes filled with extreme resentment and remorse. "So you saw the post..." However, being exposed in such a pathetic state to countless cameras now made her hysterical. "Chloe, you lunatic, you bitch, you'll die a horrible death. You think you've won? Artie and I won't let you off easily, just you wait." Arthur was originally still in a state of panic. Hearing the woman's words, he suddenly reacted sharply. So the reason I found out wasn't a coincidence, wasn't an accident. It was actually because this stupid woman was livestreaming it online! Furious rage instantly flooded his heart. The next second, Arthur directly shoved the woman in his arms away. Because he used too much force, he pushed the woman completely out of the car, and she fell right in front of me. The woman's screams grew even more terrified. She could only squat on the ground hugging her knees, shivering in the cold wind with barely any clothes on. "Mia Lin, you shameless slut." Arthur pointed at her, his face livid. His mind was filled with frustration at her stupidity. At this moment, his brain truly processed the situation. What about his future? With this happening, I would definitely take everything back. Without me, he was nothing. How to choose between Mia and me? It was incredibly simple. He gave me an apprehensive glance and then started cursing at Mia. "It's all your fault! You were the one who kept seducing me. You were the one who wouldn't let go, using those dirty tricks to force me to give in. I've had enough of you." He cursed fast and urgently, spit flying. In an instant, he threw all the dirty water, all the responsibility, onto this woman who was his childhood sweetheart. After cursing, he immediately turned to me. His face rapidly switched to an expression of remorse and pleading, his voice even carrying a hint of crying. "Chloe, honey, listen to me, listen to my explanation. It's all my fault. I had a moment of confusion and was blinded by her. "It was her taking advantage of me when I was drunk... and then she got leverage on me. She kept threatening me like this. You're the only one in my heart, Chloe. "I've only ever loved you from beginning to end. I beg you, forgive me this once. I promise it will never happen again. Let's go home, let's live a good life. I'll listen to whatever you say." He was a bit incoherent, his posture humble to the dust. As for Mia looking up at him with an expression of disbelief, she was completely ignored by Arthur. At this very moment, he only had eyes for me. I scoffed out loud. If Mia hadn't recounted their story. I might have really been fooled by Arthur. I spoke slowly, filled with disdain. "Even at this point, you're still acting? Still lying?" How could I not be disdainful? If he had protected Mia just now, I would have respected him a bit more. "Secretly meeting in the hotel bathroom on our wedding day, did she force you to do that? "Fooling around in the changing room while I was trying on wedding dresses, did she force you to do that? "Using my money to buy her a house, a car, and bags, did she force you to do that?" With every word I said, Arthur's face grew paler. The surrounding crowd couldn't help but gasp and start discussing. "This is too much, isn't it?" "Right? If my husband trampled on me like this, I would tear him apart with my bare hands." "What a pair of dogs..."
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