I joked with my husband Damian about having an affair. Who would've thought he'd let out a long sigh of relief when he heard the news? "Emma, that's great. Actually, I've been keeping something from you for a long time too." His face bore a relieved smile that made my heart sink. "Since you've cheated, let's break up. Your best friend Chloe is pregnant, and the baby's mine. She's been living in the apartment right below us. Every time I said I was working late, I was actually taking her to prenatal checkups." "I've always felt guilty about this, but now that you've cheated too, I don't feel bad anymore. This house goes to me—consider it compensation for your affair." That night, he even told me outright he was going to sleep with Chloe. Watching him rush to leave, I laughed coldly. Want a divorce? There was no way I'd let him off that easily. A month later, Damian knelt before me with red-rimmed eyes. "Emma, I'm begging you, divorce me already!" "What's with that look?" When Damian saw I wasn't saying anything, his smile became even more unbridled. "We're both adults. Since you found some other guy first, leaving me this house as compensation isn't too much to ask, right?" He straightened his collar, his tone full of calculating entitlement. "Besides, you're usually so dull and boring, and you just lie there like a dead fish in bed. Chloe is so much better than you—understanding, gentle, and adventurous. Not emotionally clueless like you." Listening to his shameless remarks, I felt my stomach churning, disgusted to the point of nausea. "When did you two start sleeping together?" I forced my voice steady, staring at him intently. He shrugged carelessly and answered without hesitation. "About two years ago, right when your dad died." Two years ago. Those three words crashed down on me, freezing every drop of blood in my veins in that instant. Back then, my dad had died suddenly from a heart attack. I'd completely broken down, unable to eat anything. I cried myself senseless every day. I thought Damian was leaving early and coming home late to support our family for me. Turns out, while I was drowning in grief, he was tumbling in bed with my best friend! "You had that miserable look on your face all the time back then—it was so depressing. I couldn't stand seeing you like that." "Chloe saw how stressed I was and invited me downstairs to comfort me. We ended up having sex." He made his affair sound so noble, as if he were the one who'd suffered the greatest injustice. Looking at this man I'd shared a bed with for five years, I felt he was terrifyingly unfamiliar. He didn't care whether I lived or died. He turned toward the door and changed his shoes. He couldn't wait to go downstairs to his gentle haven—he didn't want to stay even one more second. With his hand on the doorknob, he suddenly stopped and looked back at me. "Oh, remember to make some chicken soup for Chloe tomorrow." "She's been having severe morning sickness lately and can't keep anything down. She's lost so much weight." "That chicken soup you made when I was in the hospital last time tasted pretty good. Chloe would definitely love it." Hearing this, the fury in my chest exploded. Last time he was sick? That was a year ago when he'd gotten into a serious car accident, broke two ribs, and nearly died. When I got the call from the hospital, I was terrified out of my mind. I rushed to his bedside and took care of him day and night without rest. To make him chicken soup to help his recovery, I didn't wear gloves while handling almonds, and my hands had an allergic reaction and swelled up red. Enduring the piercing itching and pain, I'd simmered the soup for four whole hours and fed it to him spoonful by spoonful. "That car accident—was that also because you were going to see her?" I forced my voice to stay calm. He paused for a moment, then waved his hand irritably, looking completely impatient. "Oh come on, that's all in the past. Why bring it up now!" "Chloe said she wanted some macarons from that shop on the west side of town. I was rushing to see her and drove too fast, so I crashed into the guardrail." "Anyway, now that we've laid everything out, we can each live our own lives. I wish you and your new lover a long and happy life together too." He revealed the truth so casually, completely shattering the last shred of marital affection I had for him. So that accident that nearly killed him was also to please his little mistress. The scars my hands still bore from tearing them raw for his sake now seemed like the biggest joke in the world! I stood there in despair, too exhausted even to question him further. Before leaving, he didn't forget to bark orders at me. "Pack up my stuff from the study tomorrow." "From now on I'll live downstairs. I'm not coming back—don't want to disturb you and your boy toy." "I'll have my lawyer draft the divorce papers and send them to you. Sign them as soon as possible." BANG—the security door slammed shut heavily. The empty living room held only me. I walked to the window and looked at the lights coming on downstairs, unable to hold back a cold laugh. Did he think one flippant sentence could erase two years of betrayal and deception? Did he think taking my house would let him live happily ever after with his mistress without a guilty conscience? Dream on. Divorce? That would be letting this pair of cheaters off too easily. Since he was so convinced I'd cheated, I'd make that joke come true. I would make them pay a much more painful price. I'd personally smash to pieces the love they were so proud of and the happiness they'd built together.
The next morning, the door was pushed open. Damian came back to move his things, looking smug and pleased with himself. I sat on the sofa, my eyes red-rimmed. "Are you really leaving?" My voice was hoarse as tears fell perfectly onto the back of my hand. "These five years, my whole heart has been with you. How am I supposed to live after this?" He paused in his movements, his face showing undisguised mockery. "Enough with the act. Don't you already have some other guy?" He tugged at his tie. "We were married—you don't need to make it seem like I'm forcing you." I covered my face, sobbing uncontrollably. "I was just saying that to make you angry! There's no one else! I just wanted you to spend more time with me..." I cried as if my heart was breaking. "You're taking the house—where am I supposed to live? I don't even have basic security. Are you trying to drive me to my death?" Hearing that I hadn't actually cheated, he froze first, then couldn't hide the smug satisfaction on his face. So he had such great appeal that I couldn't live without him. "Ah, why put yourself through this?" He sighed, putting on a magnanimous air. "Chloe is kind-hearted and doesn't want to see you homeless. How about this—I'll transfer the three hundred thousand in savings to you. Consider it your living expenses for the future." To prove to Chloe that he could handle me properly, and to show off his wealth, he immediately took out his phone and transferred the money to my account. Seeing the deposit notification, I kept my head down, desperately suppressing the smile at the corner of my mouth. The moment he moved his luggage downstairs, I immediately dropped the pitiful act. Wiping away my tears, I opened the computer and logged into his cloud account that he'd never signed out of. For five years, he'd been so convinced of my cluelessness that he hadn't even changed his password. Those disgusting chat records, call logs, and Chloe's prenatal examination reports—I saved them all. That afternoon, I printed out these photos and chat records and sent them all to Chloe's parents back in her hometown—retired teachers who valued their reputation more than their lives. The next day, fierce arguments erupted from downstairs. Chloe's parents had taken the overnight train and come straight over, breaking down their door. "You shameless bastard! We paid for your education, and you became a mistress for a married man!" The sound of slaps accompanied Chloe's screams. Her father was shaking with rage, cursing viciously. "And pregnant out of wedlock? You've disgraced the entire family! If you don't abort that bastard today, I'm disowning you as my daughter!" Damian rushed over to protect Chloe, only to have Chloe's mother scratch his face bloody. "Who the hell do you think you are! Tricking my daughter into having your baby? If you don't give us a clear explanation today and fifty thousand dollars in compensation, I'll ruin your reputation!" Downstairs had turned into complete chaos while I leisurely sipped a glass of red wine upstairs. Damian must be frantic right now, desperate for money to shut the old couple up. Unfortunately, he couldn't come up with a single cent now. Yesterday, I'd already taken his card to the most upscale mall in the city center. After such a huge shock, I deserved to buy some supplements to take care of my health, right? Truffle oil,caviar, limited edition handbags—I swiped without mercy. When the card ran out of money, I pulled out his credit card. The credit limit of several hundred thousand—I maxed it out in one morning. My phone kept getting notifications about exceeding the spending limit. I blocked his number. Right now, he was being pressured by Chloe's parents to produce money, yet he couldn't even scrape together next month's rent for Chloe.
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.
He jerked his head up, his face full of shock. "Didn't you cheat? Didn't you desperately want to get rid of me?" "I was just messing with you—it was a joke. Did you actually believe it?" I laughed lightly. "This house was left to me by my dad. Why should I move out? I'm going to drag this out with you." Damian collapsed to the floor, his face ashen. "If you won't divorce me, Chloe's parents will kill me!" He grabbed his hair, shouting in complete breakdown. "That's your problem, nothing to do with me." I kicked him aside and shut the door. The next day, I timed it perfectly and went downstairs. Chloe was sneaking out wearing a mask to throw away trash. Once glamorous, she now had greasy hair and a sallow complexion. Seeing me, she turned to run as if she'd seen a ghost. "What are you running from? Afraid I'll eat you?" She watched me warily. "What else do you want? Damian doesn't want you anymore!" I scoffed and leaned close to her ear. "He doesn't want me? Last night he was on his knees begging for my forgiveness." Chloe's eyes went wide. "You're lying! He said today he'd divorce you!" "Divorce? He hasn't even drafted the agreement." "He personally promised me this house will always be mine, to support me in my old age." "As for you, his exact words were: Chloe is just a breeding tool. Once she gives birth, he'll give her some money and send her away." "You're lying! Damian isn't that kind of person!" Chloe was shaking with rage, her nails digging deep into her palms. "Don't believe me? Then go ask him why he still refuses to go to the courthouse with me." I glanced contemptuously at her belly and turned to leave. Back upstairs, I took out my phone. It contained dozens of chat screenshots. Recently, to recover his performance metrics, Damian had been frantically flattering a "wealthy female client." He had no idea this generous woman was someone I'd hired. In the chat records, Damian was extremely obsequious. "Baby, I'm so sick of those two crazy women at home." "Some bitch got pregnant and uses that lump of flesh in her belly to pressure me for fifty thousand and marriage every day. She should take a good look at herself in the mirror—as if she's worthy." "You're so much better—understanding and considerate. Once I get rid of them both, I'll come keep you company." I packaged these screenshots and sent them directly to Chloe's SnapChat. Calculating the time, my mother-in-law should be downstairs serving her right about now. Sure enough, in less than three seconds, ear-splitting screams erupted from downstairs. "Damian! Get back here right now!" The downstairs door wasn't closed properly, and the arguing came through clearly. "What are you yelling about! What if something happens to the baby in your belly? Hurry up and take your medicine. Your main task right now is to give me a child!" "Give birth for your ass!" Chloe completely lost it, accompanied by the crisp sound of a water glass shattering. "Damian is garbage! A scumbag juggling three boats!" "He lied and said he'd transfer the house to me, but behind my back he told his wife I'm a breeding tool!" "Now he's out there seducing some old woman! Absolutely disgusting!" Immediately after, urgent footsteps echoed in the hallway. Damian came running back out of breath. "Chloe, what's wrong? Why are you so angry?" "You still have the nerve to ask!" Chloe shrieked. "Look at your phone yourself!" Damian clearly saw those screenshots, his voice instantly panicking. "Chloe, let me explain! That was all to close a business deal! That woman is a client!" "A client? Does doing business require you to call me a crazy woman who's forcing you into marriage?" "You're a complete liar! You want to get something for nothing—make me have your baby for free!" My mother-in-law heard this and wasn't having it. "What do you mean for free? Bitch, you're lucky to marry my son!" "Hurry up and drink this medicine! If you hurt my grandson, I won't forgive you!" "I'll make your whole family unable to have descendants!" Chloe screamed hysterically. "I'm going to abort this bastard right now! None of you will get a single cent!" "You dare!" My mother-in-law shrieked. Then came violent shoving sounds, followed by Chloe's painful screams.
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