On the day of my mother’s sixtieth birthday banquet, Ethan Grant’s mistress slipped in. She put intimate photos of herself and Ethan on the banquet hall’s giant screen, then took the microphone and confronted me in front of everyone. “Mrs. Grant, please divorce Ethan.” “He says I’m better in bed than you ever were. I’m the one he loves.” My mother was so furious she had a heart attack and was rushed straight to the ICU. With that, Monica stripped away the last shred of dignity my marriage to Ethan had left. I became a complete laughingstock. The next day, I asked Monica Shaw to meet me and invited her to watch a livestream. In the room next to ours, more than a dozen women were taking turns with Ethan until his eyes lost focus. I smiled at Monica. “He seems to like them even more than he likes you. Still want him?” … “Vivian Hart, you’re even sicker than I thought.” Monica grabbed the water beside her and threw it in my face, screaming at me to let Ethan go. The two bodyguards behind me stepped forward at once. One pinned Monica down. The other handed me a towel, then poured another glass of water and set it in front of me. I wiped my face, picked up the glass, and poured it over her head. The water was still hot enough to make Monica scream. “Vivian, how dare you? Do you have any idea who my father…” Before she could finish, a voice crackled through the walkie-talkie. “Ms. Hart, he can’t hold out anymore.” I looked up. On the screen, Ethan had passed out. I checked the time and clicked my tongue. “Already? Have the doctor handle it.” The needle sank into Ethan’s skin. His eyes slowly opened. His mind had not fully come back, but the drugs had already dragged his body back into that ridiculous mess. Soon, the familiar panting came from the television again. The color drained from Monica’s face. “Vivian, you’re insane. This is a crime.” “Miss Shaw, that’s a bit dramatic. I’m only helping my husband take care of his needs.” I gave her a faint smile. My eyes were cold. Monica shivered, as if she had finally realized what I was capable of. She started to break down. “You still can’t do this to him, Vivian. No matter what Ethan has done, he’s still your husband. If you keep this up, he’ll die.” The woman’s voice continued on the screen, but Ethan had already started begging in pain. When Monica saw I would not budge, her tone softened. “Vivian, this is my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten involved in your marriage. I shouldn’t have provoked you at your mother’s birthday banquet and ruined your reputation.” “But this has nothing to do with Ethan. If you want revenge, take it out on me. Please let him go.” I looked at Monica and shook my head. “You really do love my husband, Miss Shaw.” “But don’t worry. I know who did what. What happened between him and me was his mistake. I won’t take it out on you.” Two hours later, the person on the walkie-talkie told me even the drugs were no longer working. I called it off, then took Monica to the room next door. The second the door opened, Monica rushed in. She threw her arms around Ethan and sobbed. “Ethan, are you okay? What happened to you?” Ethan no longer had the strength to answer. His eyes were empty, and he lay on the floor like a boneless heap. I walked over. “I’m still standing right here, Miss Shaw. Don’t you think you’re getting a little too comfortable with my husband?” Ethan finally lifted his head. The hatred in his eyes was unmistakable. “Vivian, you really are insane.” “Let’s get divorced.” Ethan had been with many women. Plenty of them had caused trouble in front of me. Whenever those women came to provoke me, I made sure Ethan paid for it in full. But this was the first time he had asked me for a divorce. “No.” I gave Monica another slow look. “Ethan, don’t forget I gave you your chance five years ago. Back then, you refused to divorce me, and you put my mother in the hospital with a heart attack.” “Now you want out so you can run off with someone else?” “Keep dreaming.”
Monica really was different from the others to Ethan. Before this, no matter how I hurt him, he had taken it in silence. This time, he reported me to the police. Monica handed over a video and accused me of unlawful detention and ordering others to sexually assault Ethan. She wanted the police to arrest me. She waved her arms around as she spoke. “Officer, she’s an attorney. She knows the law and still breaks it. Someone like that practicing law is terrifying. You have to arrest her.” The police asked me if what she said was true. I shook my head. “No. It’s slander. She was sleeping with my husband and wanted to replace me. I refused to divorce him, so the two of them set this up to frame me.” The way the officers looked at Monica changed at once, contempt written across their faces. Monica panicked. “There’s video, and you’re still calling it slander? I have a witness too.” With one call, she brought in one of the girls who had been in the room that day. The girl admitted that I had told her to do unspeakable things to Ethan, and she even produced the drugs. Monica looked smug at once. “Witness, physical evidence, all of it is here. Vivian, what else can you say?” I said nothing. I calmly laid out one piece of evidence after another. Chat records of Ethan arranging to meet several girls. Surveillance footage of Ethan opening the door for them. Proof that the drugs had been bought through Ethan’s own account. Even the room itself was one Ethan often booked. The evidence showed that Ethan had arranged the meeting himself, taken things too far, and then tried to pin it all on me. Monica’s face flushed with anger. “You forged all of this. Ethan would never do that.” “Why wouldn’t he?” I pressed a hand to my chest, pretending to be hurt. “Miss Shaw, you really don’t know my husband very well. This is exactly the kind of fun he likes. You’re still young. Leave the scumbag while you can.” Monica took my sincere advice as mockery. She kept insisting I had forged the evidence and demanded that the police investigate it properly. But after they looked into the matter, nothing proved I had done it. In the end, even that witness changed her statement. She produced transfer records and said Monica had paid her to lie. Monica went pale with rage. “That’s bullshit. That day, you were the one who worked him the hardest.” As she spoke, she moved to strike. I stopped her. “Miss Shaw, she was kind enough to testify for you, and now you’re hitting her? That’s not very reasonable.” Seeing how familiar I was with the other woman, Monica understood at once. “You two are working together.” No matter how much she raged, the police ultimately let the matter drop. They told Monica to come back when she had solid evidence, then sent us out of the station. I had just sent the witness away when Monica stormed over and slapped me. “Vivian, Ethan stopped loving you a long time ago. You keep clinging to him. Have you no shame?” I had always believed in an eye for an eye. So before she could finish, I grabbed her by the hair and slapped her twice. “Am I the shameless one? Or is it the mistress who showed her own intimate photos at someone else’s mother’s birthday party?” At that, Monica gave me a strange smile. “Ethan was right. Your mother really is your weak spot.” My stomach dropped. “Monica, I have always believed that when a man cheats, it means I failed to keep my own man in line. That’s why I punished Ethan and left you alone.” “But if you dare touch my mother, I’ll make sure both of you are finished.” “Oh? And how exactly are you going to finish us?” Monica smiled like she had already won. “Vivian, aren’t you curious why Ethan isn’t here today?” My pulse kicked up. I was about to grab her hair again and force the answer out of her when my phone rang. After I answered, I froze.
My mother had been thrown out of the hospital. When I arrived, she was lying in the hospital corridor. The caregiver told me that someone claiming to be my husband had come to arrange a transfer. But once the paperwork was done, he left my mother there and walked away. She had called me several times, but none of the calls had gone through. She tried to find a doctor and get my mother readmitted, but the hospital required a family member to handle it in person. There was no question. Ethan had done this. By then, my mother’s face had turned purple as she lay in the corridor. I had no time to confront Ethan. I rushed to find a doctor and get her admitted. But when I reached the office, I was stunned. The doctor told me my mother’s condition was too serious for them to take her. I exploded. “What did you just say? Last night you told me my mother’s condition had improved and she could have surgery. Now you’re telling me you can’t admit her?” The doctor backed away, frightened. “Ms. Hart, please calm down. A patient’s condition can change. She was stable last night. Today, it may have worsened.” I asked him: “If she’s so critical, why did you allow someone else to discharge her?” The doctor spread his hands. “Your husband insisted on the discharge. We respected the family’s wishes.” After a few exchanges, even a fool could tell someone had given orders behind the scenes. Otherwise, no doctor would have dared do this. I left the office and called Ethan, asking him why he had done it. “To teach you a lesson, of course.” Ethan did not bother to hide it. “Vivian, I think Monica was right. I’ve been too good to you, and that’s why you think you can walk all over me. It’s time I took back my pride.” I could not take it anymore. “Your pride means killing my mother? Ethan, don’t forget who picked you up when you were begging on the street.” I could not believe Ethan would go after my mother. When he was thirteen, his relatives threw him out. In the dead of winter, he almost froze to death on the street. My mother was the one who brought him home and fed him. At the mention of the past, Ethan wavered. He spoke. “Fine, then…” “Ethan, are you really going to let this go?” At the crucial moment, Monica’s voice cut in. “Don’t forget why we’re doing this.” Ethan stayed silent for a few seconds, then spoke coldly again. “Vivian, if you want your mother admitted, come sign the divorce agreement.” “Never.” I cursed him. “Ethan, don’t forget that five years ago, after you made my mother so angry she was hospitalized, you promised her there would only ever be widowhood between us, never divorce.” “If I divorce you now, even if my mother wakes up, she may die from the shock.” “What does that have to do with me?” Ethan’s words hit me like ice water. “Bottom line, if you refuse to divorce me, your mother can die waiting for a hospital bed.” He hung up. When I called again, his phone was off. I had no time to keep arguing with Ethan. I started arranging a transfer for my mother. Only after several hospitals in the city refused to admit her, and my assistant sent me Monica’s information, did I understand what Ethan meant by letting her die waiting. Monica’s father was chairman of the largest pharmaceutical company in the country, with ties to every hospital in the city. There was no doubt. Monica had spoken to all of them. Years as a lawyer had taught me that people like us did not stand a chance against that kind of money and influence. Even when people like them broke the law, even when evidence was found, someone would always be willing to take the fall. Just as despair closed in, the caregiver called out again. “Ms. Hart, hurry! Your mother isn’t breathing.”
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