I had a pretty intense libido. That’s why I chose my current husband, a man who seemed to share my interests. I thought we could just go wild and have fun after getting married. Yet, a hundred days into our marriage, Liam and I had barely been intimate, and when we were, it was never satisfying. Every single time we started to get into the mood, my stepmom would interrupt us. Finally, after the tenth time my stepmom disrupted us under the guise of a broken lightbulb in her room, I completely snapped. “Liam, you’re not going tonight.” “Honey, Dad is a vegetable now, and it’s because of me. Eleanor is helpless and alone; it’s really hard for her. We should be a little more understanding of her feelings. It’ll get better in a while.” He still went. I didn’t make a scene like I used to. The next day, I slapped the divorce papers right onto his face. “Divorce! If you can’t satisfy me, then don’t stop me from finding someone who can.” Liam and I gave each other the silent treatment for two weeks before we finally made up. We were wrapped in each other’s arms, giving in to our desires. Just as things were heating up, his phone rang. I pretended not to hear it, wrapping my arms tighter around him, pressing closer. “Oh, Liam…” But the ringing just kept going, like a swarm of buzzing mosquitoes, killing the mood. The desire in Liam’s eyes finally dimmed. He pushed me away, got up, and answered the call. I was still longing for the warmth we’d just shared, the rush of desire hadn’t completely faded from my chest. I glared at him resentfully. Then I heard Eleanor, my stepmom, speaking in a soft, fragile voice from the phone. “Liam, I had a nightmare. I’m so scared…” Liam didn’t hesitate for a second. He immediately got ready to get out of bed and put on his clothes. I hadn’t been satisfied yet, so I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, breathing softly as I tried to hold him back. “Liam, just a few more minutes. Can’t you go after we’re done?” He coldly pulled my hands away, buttoning the last button of his shirt. “Chloe, you understand. Dad is in this state because of me. I can’t just ignore her.” His words infuriated me. “Liam, is Liam the only one in this house? We have so many staff! Can’t she call someone else if she needs help?” “Except for the few days I’m on my period, she calls you over every single night. Do you honestly think that’s normal?” “And why is it always at night?” “Stop talking!” Liam’s face instantly changed. “Don’t think such terrible things about Eleanor.” I looked at him defending another woman, and the man in front of me felt utterly foreign. Perhaps sensing my displeasure, Liam softened his tone, turned, and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll just go check on her. I’ll be right back if nothing’s wrong.” Liam left. I lay alone in bed, and the more I thought about it, the more something felt off. Liam, like me, had a strong libido. Every single time we tried to be intimate after we got married, his stepmom interrupted us with all sorts of excuses. Plus, we’d just been giving each other the silent treatment for two weeks. By all accounts, tonight he should have been unable to control himself, but when he answered the phone, he didn’t struggle at all? Had he already found release somewhere else? This thought spiraled wildly in my mind. I immediately got out of bed. I had to see if my dear stepmom was truly having a nightmare or if she had something else in mind. As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, Liam sent me a message. “Eleanor just dreamed of Dad and is having a hard time controlling her emotions. I need to comfort her. I don’t know when I’ll be back. You should go to sleep early.” When I tiptoed to my stepmom’s door, I heard her voice from inside. “Your dad is just a living corpse now. How am I supposed to live alone?” Through the slightly ajar door, I saw Liam’s hand gently stroking Eleanor’s back. He was murmuring soft words of comfort. This endless, pitiful laments, like a broken record, had been performed by my stepmom no less than ten times since I got married. Every single time, our intimacy was interrupted by her phone call. And Liam would abandon me without hesitation. And whenever I came to her door, I always saw a similar scene.
There was a reason Liam acted this way. Liam and his father, Richard, had a fierce argument during a board meeting about a strategic issue. His father became emotionally agitated and suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, becoming a bedridden vegetable ever since. At that time, Eleanor, twenty years younger than Richard, had only recently married into the family. Barely married and effectively widowed, and it was because of him. So Liam looking after his stepmom, I could completely understand. I even thought it was his duty as a son. It wasn’t until our wedding night that I noticed his stepmom was a little different with Liam. That night, we were burning with passion in bed when she came knocking, wearing a camisole nightgown and looking distressed. “Liam, I think I saw your dad move a little… Could you come take a look?” Liam didn’t hesitate. He got dressed and immediately followed her to her room to check. Though annoyed, I didn’t think much of it, considering she was so young to face such a sudden misfortune. But when I got up, tidied myself, and passed her door, I saw her completely wrapped around Liam, crying, her whole body shaking. “Oh, Liam, with Richard like this, what am I going to do? I’m just a woman.” Liam kept gently patting her back, comforting her. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll take care of everything.” Their posture was too intimate. My female intuition told me this wasn’t right. Sure enough, in the days that followed, I found Eleanor’s presence everywhere. During the day, when Liam was at work, she never appeared in front of me. But as soon as Liam came home, she would appear, dressed provocatively, wandering around us. Once, in the middle of the night, just as we were about to reach the peak of pleasure, she actually burst in, asking if we needed bathwater prepared. Then she’d stare at Liam with teary eyes, looking like she had no intention of leaving. What was even worse was that she once, right in front of us, tried on her newly bought lingerie in the living room. She even commented that the size was too small, without any shame. I was incredibly upset. I tried to subtly remind her to be careful, but she seemed not to understand. Or she would just get red-eyed, looking like she was suffering a great injustice. Her antics made me incredibly frustrated. I even spoke to Liam about it, but he always said I was overthinking things. Until that night Liam was away on a business trip. I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Passing her room, I accidentally heard her watching adult videos. “Oh, Liam… *pleasure me*…” It was like a lightning bolt struck me. I instantly felt sick to my stomach. After discovering her sordid intentions, I immediately suggested moving out. But Liam thought I was just causing trouble. “We’re living perfectly fine together, why are you making a fuss again?” I had no proof, and I couldn’t just blurt out such an absurd thing without reason, so I had to endure it for now. But who knew Eleanor would become even more outrageous? She precisely kept track of my menstrual cycle. Except for those few nights, for the remaining twenty-something days, she’d find all sorts of reasons to call Liam away. “Liam, the light in my room is broken.” “Liam, your dad seems to have moved.” “Liam, I had a nightmare, I’m scared to be alone.” “Liam…” Later, I couldn’t take it anymore and confronted her directly. “Eleanor, Liam is my husband, not an electrician or a doctor. If you’re not feeling well or need help, you can find a professional.” Eleanor clutched the corner of her dress, her eyes instantly reddening. Liam immediately cut me off, his face dark. “How can you talk to Eleanor like that?” “I already told you, she’s my elder. With Dad in this state, I’m just showing her more care.” “Even if you’re upset, there should be a limit, right?” “Fine, I won’t make a fuss anymore. You two go play your sweet mother-son routine.” In a fit of anger, I stormed off to my parents’ house. That was the most serious argument we’d had since we started dating and got married. The next day, Liam came over with gifts to apologize. He knelt before my parents, swearing he would draw a clear line with Eleanor. But I still wouldn’t forgive him. He came to see me every day, trying every trick in the book to win over my parents. Plus, my mother-in-law, Victoria, personally came to guarantee that she would frequently visit and help Eleanor look after Richard, allowing Liam and me to move out. My mother-in-law, Liam’s birth mother, had divorced his father, Richard, due to irreconcilable differences, which was why Richard then married Eleanor. After I got married, Victoria had always been very caring towards me. Thinking of her efforts, and seeing the man I had given eight years of my life to, the sincerity in his eyes swayed me. Even though Eleanor was out of line, Liam’s intentions might truly have been out of filial piety. After all, we had spent wonderful college years together. He had carried me to the emergency room when I had gastroenteritis during a rainstorm and had always put thought into preparing gifts for every holiday. “I’m giving you one last chance.” I warned him as I accepted his apology gift. “If there’s a next time, we’re completely over.” Though I agreed to come home, a thorn remained in my heart, so my attitude towards him became much colder. The next period of time was indeed peaceful. Eleanor seemed to have truly changed. When we occasionally met at family gatherings, she remained polite and distant. Finally, after nearly two weeks of the silent treatment, Liam and my marriage life returned to normal. But just as I started to have a normal married life, Eleanor began causing trouble again. Thinking back carefully, there were so many staff in the family. Why did every small matter require Liam’s personal presence? I had endured the previous nine times, but this time, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Liam.” My voice echoed in the silent mansion. He abruptly turned around, his eyes filled with shock. At the same time, he subtly released Eleanor’s hand, which he had been holding. A flicker of disappointment crossed Eleanor’s face. “Chloe? Why are you here…” “I came to learn from you.” I was blunt. Fearing they wouldn’t understand my implied meaning, I pulled out a cold smile. “After all, my husband is very busy right now. At night, he not only has to take care of me but also needs to help take care of other women.” Eleanor’s face instantly turned pale, her fingers clutching the sofa armrest tightly. “Chloe, don’t jump to conclusions. I was just…” “Just what? Just happened to slip and twist your ankle while going to the bathroom in the middle of the night?” I walked step by step towards them, staring at her. “What a coincidence. Every time we’re halfway through being intimate, you always seem to have a little ‘accident’.” Eleanor buried her head deeper, her shoulders trembling slightly as she began to cry silently. “Enough, don’t say another word.” Liam abruptly stood up, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me towards the guest room. He lowered his voice, questioning me. “Are you out of your mind? Dad is still lying in his room!” “Ha, so you remember your dad is lying in his room? Then what exactly are you and Eleanor doing, cuddling here?” “You’re absolutely unreasonable. Eleanor and I are innocent; there’s nothing going on.” He was clearly furious, his grip strong, as he forcefully pushed me into the guest room. “Let go!” I struggled with all my might, my nails leaving several red marks on his hand. “You’re hurting me!” The guest room door clicked shut. Liam gripped my hand tightly. “Chloe, let me explain.” He released me, his tone suddenly softening. “Eleanor really did slip and twist her ankle. I just helped her up.” “So, helping her up requires a hug and comfort?” I sneered, rubbing my reddened wrist. “Does it require you to stay up all night, talking to her and comforting her? Does it require you to—” “Enough!” Liam, exasperated, punched the wall. “Can your mind not be so filthy?” “She’s my dad’s wife!” “My dad is in this state because of me. Is it wrong for me to look after her on his behalf?” I looked at his bloodshot eyes and suddenly found everything incredibly laughable. “Liam, do you dare say you’re *just* looking after her?” He was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. The words “Stepmom” on the screen stung my eyes. Liam hesitated for a moment, then answered. “Okay, wait for me. I’ll go with you.” He hung up, looking at me with hesitation. “Eleanor’s ankle is swollen. We need to go to the hospital.” “So?” I leaned against the headboard, my eyes full of sarcasm. “Are you leaving me again?” “I’ll be quick.” He tried to reach out and pat my shoulder, but I shifted, dodging him. “Wait for me at home. I promise I’ll be back soon.” “Get lost!” I closed my eyes, listening as his footsteps and Eleanor’s voice faded away down the hallway. A chill spread through my limbs. A “ding” sound echoed, like a new message notification. I opened my eyes, stood up, and searched for the source of the sound. Finally, on the second shelf of the nightstand to the left, I found a phone with its screen lit up. This was Liam’s work spare phone, which he usually used for company business. Why was it in the guest room? A wild idea drove me to pick it up. The lock screen showed a blurry photo, vaguely revealing two silhouettes. I entered his common password. The moment the phone unlocked and I saw its contents, I began to tremble uncontrollably.
What I saw were explicit videos and all sorts of extremely provocative, vulgar messages. The main characters were none other than Liam and Eleanor. In the video, Eleanor was straddling Liam, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. Her lips were wildly kissing his. And Liam, my husband who had sworn he only felt familial respect for Eleanor, showed no resistance at all. He even lifted his hand, stroking Eleanor’s hair in return. Their movements were practiced and synchronized, clearly not their first time. “Liam, give me a child, please. I’m so lonely, just give me…” In the throes of passion, Eleanor moaned softly. I felt all the blood rush to my head. My stomach churned. I rushed into the guest bathroom and vomited until I was dizzy. So, the so-called filial piety, the so-called responsibility, were all just pretexts for their affair. Every single one of my compromises and concessions had become a joke in their eyes. Liam and Eleanor, those disgusting animals, had made a fool out of me. I leaned against the wall, wiping the stains from my mouth. I didn’t cry, and I didn’t make a fuss. Instead, I calmly walked to the bed and picked up the phone. I saved the video, which was enough to destroy everything they had. Then I sent it to my private email. After doing all that, I changed my clothes and left that disgusting place without looking back. I drove aimlessly through the streets. As dawn approached, I parked my car in front of a twenty-four-hour coffee shop. I needed a plan. A plan that would ruin them and make them pay a heavy price. My phone rang then. It was Liam. I hung up. He called again quickly, persistent. I hung up again, then blocked his number. Soon, his messages flooded in. “Chloe, where did you go? Why aren’t you home?” “Why aren’t you answering my calls? Are you mad at me?” “Eleanor’s ankle isn’t serious, just a soft tissue contusion.” “Please come back, okay? Let’s talk things through.” “I admit my attitude was bad last night. I apologize.” Looking at those hypocritical words, I just found them laughable. I took out my phone and dialed my college friend. She was the most famous divorce lawyer in the city. “Hey, it’s me, Chloe.” “I need your help. I want a divorce.” “And I want my husband and his wonderful stepmom to leave with nothing.” My friend, Sarah, on the other end, paused, wanting to speak but quickly stifled her curiosity and returned to her professional demeanor. “Send me all the documents. I’ll start processing it for you tomorrow when I’m at work.” “Okay.” After hanging up, I packaged that video, along with all the times and reasons Eleanor had interrupted us that I had documented, and sent them over. The evidence was irrefutable. I closed my eyes, the disgusting scene of Liam and Eleanor entwined flashing in my mind. Liam, Eleanor. Your karma begins now.
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