My husband and his mistress went hiking deep in the mountains one night, only to tragically fall off a cliff. By the time I rushed to the hospital, he was unconscious, being wheeled into surgery. The doctor asked me about the resuscitation plan, and I sobbed, screaming, “I’ll spend every last dime! He *has* to live!” Jasmine arrived at the hospital, holding a child and clutching a will, ready to dispute the inheritance with me. “The law states that illegitimate children have inheritance rights. And I have Liam’s will right here. It says 90% of his assets go to my son! Besides the will, you’ll also have to pay me child support every month!” I pointed at my husband, lying paralyzed and speechless from a stroke on the bed. “You said it yourself, it’s a will. Come back when my husband is actually dead.” I got the call about Liam being rushed to the hospital. I was busy investigating and liquidating Liam’s assets, calculating how much I’d get if he cheated and we divorced. Liam was a senior executive at a top tech firm, worth hundreds of millions. When I heard he was cheating, I was ecstatic. When the hospital called, I was over the moon. All his assets would finally be mine. But I never expected Jasmine to block me at the emergency room door, holding a child and a will. “Your husband left a will, and he left all his money to my son.” I glanced at the child in Jasmine’s arms, who looked exactly like Liam. Then I sprinted to the operating room entrance and burst into tears. “Liam, I’m here! You have to pull through!” The doctor rushed up to me, urgently asking for my decision. “You’re the family, right? The patient has severe brain damage. Even if he survives, he might be bedridden for life. The rescue costs and subsequent nursing fees will be incredibly high. Please consider it. We respect the family’s wishes.” I snatched the pen and papers from the doctor’s hand without hesitation: “Please! You *must* save my husband’s life! I’ll lose everything, I don’t care!” The doctor started to say something else, but I boldly signed my name with a flourish. I declared, my voice firm: “Spend whatever it takes! I’ll take care of him for the rest of my life!” The doctor nodded, clearly moved, and quickly turned back into the operating room. Jasmine, holding her child beside me, sneered: “I never realized you were so deeply in love with Liam! What a pity, he loved *me*.” I shot her a glare, my gaze fixed on the closed operating room door. Thankfully, Liam was eventually saved. Thank goodness. He was paralyzed in bed, unable to move anything but his eyeballs. He’d need lifelong care. Seeing Liam in such a state, Jasmine could only negotiate with me. “Liam and I were true love. We even had a child. How about this: you give me twenty million dollars, and I’ll disappear. We’ll consider the will void.” I chuckled, looking at Jasmine: “What Liam and you being ‘true love’ has to do with me? I’m his wife of ten years. Who are you to demand anything? Twenty million? Go look in a mirror. You’re not even worth two bucks!” Jasmine tossed the will onto Liam’s bed, speaking imperiously. “Liam’s will is right here. It says he’s leaving ninety percent of his money to our son. I’m only asking for twenty million now, and you won’t even give that? Don’t wait until Liam dies to regret it.” I rolled my eyes at Jasmine, who was still spouting about “true love.” “If it’s true love, why are you so eager for him to die? You said it yourself, it’s a will. Come back when it can actually be enforced.” 0
The next day, I approached the attending physician, my eyes brimming with tears. “I’m planning to take Liam home. Mainly, the rescue operation cost us a fortune. I simply can’t afford the rehabilitation expenses anymore, so I’ll just do his rehabilitation at home.” “Ms. Hayes, please don’t give up. Our hospital has a fund for low-income families. Seeing how much you love your husband, if you fill out a few application forms, I’d be willing to help you apply.” I quickly hugged the doctor, sobbing uncontrollably. “Even if we get the fund, my family still has to pay a portion. We’ve already incurred so much debt to save him. My mother-in-law is currently picking up discarded items on the streets to earn money. I just can’t bring myself to accept it.” “Let’s leave the fund for those who need it more. Doctor, please believe me, I’ll do a good job with Liam’s rehabilitation at home.” Seeing my determination, the doctor didn’t press further. As she left, she secretly slipped me a sandwich. When I discharged my husband, I submitted a 10,000-word thank-you letter, explicitly naming and praising this doctor’s department. I also, as an anonymous benefactor, donated one hundred thousand dollars to the hospital’s fund. After leaving the hospital, I took Liam to a small rehabilitation center. This was a place I’d scouted through many options before settling on. The specialty here? No one ever actually *dies*. I employed the same tactic, bursting into tears and clinging to the doctor. “We don’t have money, but I want the best possible treatment for my husband. Can you just try to keep him alive for now? I’ll go earn money. Once I’ve saved enough, I promise to get him the most expensive treatment.” The doctor pushed me away with a look of distaste. “We’ll do our best.” With that, she instructed a nurse to arrange a triple room for Liam. I peered through the window at the room’s conditions. Perfect. Dilapidated and dirty, with loud nurses. Exactly what Liam would *love*. After settling Liam, my next step was to quickly get my share of the assets.
I had already investigated his assets when he cheated before. I knew all his liquid and fixed assets like the back of my hand, and I’d secretly memorized all his passwords. So, the first thing I did when I got home was open his phone, log into his stock account, and transfer thirty to forty million dollars in batches to his card. Then, I took his card and flew all over the world, swiping it to buy limited-edition designer bags. I happily bought dozens of bags, each worth hundreds of thousands. I was swiping his card for the very last bag in Dubai when my mother-in-law, Mrs. Hayes, called. Liam usually had a distant relationship with her and was always busy, so she hadn’t suspected anything when she couldn’t reach him, only finding out about his accident two weeks later. Mrs. Hayes arrived at the perfect time. The liquid assets were handled; now it was time for the properties. Thinking this, I quickly flew back home, removed my makeup, and waited for her to arrive. Sure enough, she cried endlessly on my shoulder, tears and snot streaming down her face. To be honest, Liam was a decent person, but he inherited many terrible genes from his parents. Like selfishness, like infidelity. I always thought it was genetic. His mother, who was once a victim herself, an independent woman who decisively divorced her cheating husband, when it came to her son, she’d spout nonsense like, ‘Men need multiple wives to spread their lineage,’ and ‘His cheating just proves how charming my son is.’ She even instructed her son to hit me if I didn’t comply. I suppressed my disgust and handed Mrs. Hayes a tissue: “I didn’t tell you before because I didn’t want you to worry. I’ve already found Liam the best rehab center; he’ll definitely get better.” Mrs. Hayes immediately stopped crying: “Where’s my son? Where is my son?” I quickly forced a smile and said, “Didn’t I tell you he’s at the rehab center? Why don’t you go home for now, and I’ll take you to see him when I have a chance.” “No! I want to see my son today! My son!” she cried, grabbing at me and beating her chest. I rolled my eyes in exasperation and took her to see Liam. Walking into the triple room, Mrs. Hayes’s anger was practically overflowing. She started hitting me: “This is what you call the best rehab center? The conditions are terrible, and it’s a shared room! Quickly, spend money and get him a better place.” I pretended to be wronged, speaking softly: “I don’t even know anything about his money; he probably gave it all to his mistress. The hundreds of thousands for this rescue were borrowed from everywhere.” “Besides, his accident happened because he was playing in the mountains with his mistress and lost his footing.” Mrs. Hayes’s eyes widened, her face changing color several times. “That’s because you’re too difficult! If you hadn’t neglected him, would he have run off to the mountains? It’s all your fault! Give me back my son!” “I want the best, most expensive room! I don’t care; you need to change my son’s room right now!” I rolled my eyes, speechless. The nurse heard the commotion and came in to check. “What’s all the shouting about? If you want to shout, take it outside!” Mrs. Hayes grabbed the nurse’s hand. “When will my son get better? Please, help him. Get him the best room, and get the money from this woman!” The nurse looked at me, bewildered. I shook my head and pointed to my temple, and she instantly understood, pushing Mrs. Hayes away and leaving the room. “Mrs. Hayes, the doctor said the best care comes from family. How about you take Liam home and look after him yourself?” Mrs. Hayes froze for a moment, then immediately put her hands on her hips and pouted at me. “You want me to take care of him at my age?! Do you have any conscience?!” “Since the doctor said he needs family care, you should take Liam home immediately. Don’t think about being lazy and just leaving him here. You’re his wife; you *must* take care of him.” “Fine!” Mrs. Hayes didn’t expect me to agree so quickly and looked somewhat incredulous. In front of her, I called the property manager of our upscale apartment complex, asking them to send a car and staff to bring Liam home. Mrs. Hayes thought I was up to some trick and watched me the entire time. But she didn’t realize I was acting gentle and meticulous throughout. The property manager saw everything and was deeply moved by me. “I never knew you and Mr. Hayes had such deep feelings. To still be willing to care for him after he’s paralyzed, I truly admire you.” I lowered my head and smiled gently: “We’re husband and wife; we always vowed to go through thick and thin together. Now that he’s in trouble, I have to support him.” The young property manager looked at me with even more reverence after hearing my words. Mrs. Hayes, seeing that I had genuinely brought Liam home, put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at me. “Take good care of my son. If even a single strand of his hair falls out, I’ll call the police and accuse you of murder.” I ignored her warning, instead tucking my husband’s blanket in. “Mrs. Hayes, I need to care for Liam. Could you help with dinner?” Hearing this, Mrs. Hayes grabbed her bag and scurried away without a backward glance, clearly afraid of doing any work. I looked at Liam, eyes closed, and couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. *That’s your mother. Your selfish mother.* But thanks to her selfishness, everything fell into place for me.
A week later, I went to the property manager’s office with a red envelope. She greeted me with a wide smile and pulled out a chair for me. I looked slightly troubled, discreetly slipped the red envelope into her bag, and spoke in a hoarse, weary voice. “You know what happened to Liam. The doctors said if he rehabilitates well, there’s still a chance. So, I plan to take him abroad.” “I want to sell the house, but you know Liam is the owner. I’d have to go through court to sell it. Could you help me get a certificate?” The young woman didn’t hesitate to issue the certificate for me, stamping it. She even helped me get a certificate from the community office. I held Liam’s medical records and hospital certificate in one hand, and the primary caregiver certificate in the other. The court ruling came quickly. The real estate agent was even faster. Within a month, all procedures were completed. The downtown penthouse and the suburban villa were all sold. Seventy to eighty million dollars were transferred to my account. But before I could even celebrate, Mrs. Hayes came knocking. Mrs. Hayes, along with Derek, my brother-in-law, and a group of burly men, blocked my door, preventing me from moving. “You actually dared to sell the house! It’s in his name! How did you even sell it?!” Thankfully, Liam didn’t trust anyone. Besides this house, he hadn’t told anyone about his other properties, not even his mother. I quickly shed two tears, sobbing aggrievedly. “I sold this house to pay for Liam’s medical treatment. I was hoping to take him abroad to try and find a solution. How else would I get the money without selling the house?” Mrs. Hayes, hands on her hips, angrily cursed, disbelievingly. “I don’t believe a word you say! You’d love for him to die, with all the mistresses he kept! And you want to save his life?!” Mrs. Hayes had inadvertently hit on my true feelings. Derek snorted: “He’s my brother; he doesn’t need *your* help. Hand over the money from the house sale, and we’ll save him ourselves.” I rolled my eyes to the heavens: “Where were you when he needed care and money? Now that there’s money, you suddenly show up. If I give you the money, who knows if you’ll just abandon his treatment?” Mrs. Hayes trembled with rage and rushed at me: “He’s my son! What are you trying to do by monopolizing him? Give me the money!” I quickly stepped back, as if suddenly remembering something: “I know Liam has another house!” “I’ve already paid the money from this sale to an overseas hospital; here’s the receipt. Why don’t you go get that other house? You can sell it, and I won’t take a single cent.” Derek snatched the papers I held out, looking them over. They were all in English; I knew they wouldn’t understand. I quickly changed the subject and continued. “Your brother bought a villa, probably worth five or six million. Jasmine is living in it now.” “He bought it with marital assets, so Jasmine has no right to live there. Just go reclaim it.” Derek’s eyes clearly lit up at this: “Are you serious?” “Your mother has met Jasmine. Just go to that address, and you’ll know if it’s true.” “I’m not leaving. You can send anyone to watch this place; if I’m lying, you can do whatever you want with me.” Derek heard this, stroked his chin, and eyed me up and down. Mrs. Hayes slapped Derek’s back: “Your brother isn’t dead yet!” “What’s the difference between him and dead? He might as well be dead!” “…” With a family like this, Liam truly had no hope of survival.
Derek was efficient. He blocked Jasmine at the villa that very day. “You’re Jasmine? Pack your bags. This is my brother’s house; we’re taking it back.” Jasmine had only heard that Liam’s younger brother was a scoundrel but never expected him to be such an animal, actually trying to seize the house. Jasmine gave him an impolite glare. “Who are you to say? Liam bought this for me. What does it have to do with you?!” “You good-for-nothing thug, get lost! You’re disgusting me!” Derek got angry hearing this, grabbed Jasmine’s hair, and slapped her twice across the face. “You b*tch! How dare you curse at me? Who do you think you are? My sister-in-law is sitting pretty at home!” Jasmine bit Derek’s shoulder. “You won’t get the house, and you won’t get the money! Your brother already made a will. Once he dies, the house and money all go to my son!” Derek visibly froze: “A will? A son? What do you mean?” “What do I mean? It means your brother never planned to leave you a single cent. He wrote a will leaving all his assets to my son.” “Your sister-in-law is a barren woman; I helped your family carry on the lineage, you should be thanking me!” Derek, usually arrogant, was speechless for the first time. In one swift move, he grabbed Jasmine’s hair and dragged her onto the main street. “You cheap mistress, acting so self-righteous? Everyone, come on, take pictures, look! Look at this mistress’s wretched face!” The onlookers, drawn to the drama, started filming with their phones. Jasmine covered her face and tried to run. Derek yanked her back, tearing her white dress. Exposing half of her butt. “Why are you running? Are you afraid people will know you’re a mistress, Jasmine?” Jasmine’s name was out in the open. She couldn’t care less about anything else. She lunged forward and bit Derek’s arm, holding on for dear life. Derek screamed in pain, pushing her to the ground and slapping her. Their battle intensified. The crowd, watching the spectacle, filmed with their phones and whispered. “I heard this woman raised her child alone every day; I used to feel sorry for her, but she’s a mistress?” “She looks decent, but it turns out she’s nothing but trash!” I watched the video sent by my close friend from the front lines on my phone, laughing uncontrollably at home. Jasmine didn’t return for a long time. Her nanny, fearing something had happened, came out with the child to check. The child looked so much like Liam that Derek recognized him at a glance. He snatched the child and held him high above his head. “You said my brother left all his money to your son? What if he dies?” Jasmine, seeing this, lunged at Derek like a madwoman, frantic and helpless. “Please, please give me the child!” Derek sneered, holding the child even higher. The child’s cries attracted more people. Mrs. Hayes, watching from the crowd, quickly tugged at Derek’s sleeve. “Quick, put the child down! He’s your brother’s child after all!” “Besides, so many people are watching! Hurry up! Hurry up!” Derek impatiently shoved Mrs. Hayes away and pointed at Jasmine. “Three days! If you don’t move out, I’ll kill your son! Let’s see what you’ll inherit from my brother’s estate if your son is dead!” With that, he tossed the child high into the air towards Jasmine. Jasmine visibly froze at Derek’s words. At the moment the child fell, she actually missed him. The child accidentally rolled onto the ground, crying even more heartbreakingly. Seeing this, Derek quickly waved his hand. “You missed catching him! It has nothing to do with me.” With that, he quickly ran into the crowd and disappeared. I hung up the video call, lay on the sofa, rubbed my eyes, and mumbled to myself. “Dog eat dog. What a show.” 0
I heard Jasmine’s child hit his head and needed surgery. Mrs. Hayes had no time for me now, only for her grandchild. I used this opportunity to quickly establish a transnational trading company and found a specialized financial agent. Just as I thought everything was going smoothly, I received a call from Liam’s company. They asked me to return the money. The 800,000 dollars in humanitarian compensation the company had given when Liam had his accident. I rushed to Liam’s company, bewildered. There I saw Mrs. Hayes, Jasmine, and the child protesting with signs in front of the company building, demanding compensation. The security guards dared not touch the old woman, the child, or the woman, so they could only try their best to hold them back. Liam, as a senior executive at a large company, already had a certain reputation. This protest made it common knowledge that he had cheated and had a son. When I arrived, Jasmine was wailing and crying. “My husband dedicated himself to this company for over a decade, and now his son is sick and needs money. Are you capitalists really so cold-blooded?” Mrs. Hayes chimed in beside her. “My son collapsed because he worked himself to death for you, and now he’s lying at home in a vegetative state! We demand compensation! Compensation!” The company’s PR manager was constantly trying to placate them, offering them water, and inviting them inside. They completely ignored him, continuing to wail and cry, pouring out their grievances to the cameras of passersby. They were leveraging the company’s fear of negative publicity affecting its stock price, framing themselves as the vulnerable party against a powerful corporation to gain public sympathy. Seeing this, I smiled, pulled out a megaphone, and yelled at Jasmine, who was still wailing. “Which shrew is out here impersonating me and cursing on the street?” “I am Liam’s legal wife. May I ask who you are?” Jasmine’s eyes, full of hatred, were clear for all to see when she saw me. I gave Jasmine two quick slaps, catching her off guard. “It’s not shameful to extort money for your child, but don’t use my name. The company has been more than fair to Liam. He went messing around with his mistress and had an accident, and the company still paid out humanitarian aid.”
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