Wendy rested her chin on her hand, mischief twinkling in her eyes as she looked at me. She blinked and asked, "That night when those scumbags were having sex in the bathroom, we didn't get a chance to confront them. Since she's here today by sheer coincidence, wouldn't it be rude to let her off lightly?"I immediately understood what she meant. How could I not want to confront the mistress?Although my feelings for Max, that scumbag, had died, my hatred for him and the mistress who humiliated me remained strong. Wendy was right; this was an opportunity sent from heaven. Not taking advantage of it would be a waste.I nodded and smiled, "Absolutely!"Wendy, always quick-thinking, flashed her bright, clever eyes and immediately came up with a plan. She confidently tilted her chin at me and said, "Watch me."Just as Wendy was about to get up, I grabbed her hand and shook my head slightly, saying firmly, "Wendy, let me handle this."Wendy looked surprised. "Hmm?""She's messing with

Cindy wasn't stupid; she had a natural inclination towards aggression. She tried to pull and grab at me, attempting to get a hold of my hair. However, since I hadn't washed it in a few days and had it tied up, she couldn't get a good grip.In a fight, both parties are bound to get hurt. Her long nails scratched my cheek, causing a sharp pain—I most likely had a visible mark now.Fueled by anger, I fought back with all my might. There was no need for pretense or subtleties; I wanted to confront her directly. In the videos she sent me, flaunting her affair, her face was clearly visible. It would have been pointless to play innocent and look for an excuse to attack her. This confrontation was much more satisfying."Your parents might have raised you, but they clearly didn't teach you any manners. I'm not afraid to step in!" I said through gritted teeth, delivering a hard slap across Cindy's face. "Today, you'll learn that stealing from others comes with consequences."After being slap

"I'm not interested in other people's husbands; I just like stealing yours. So what?" Cindy, completely shameless, asked me, "Is it illegal to be a mistress? What can you do about it?"I frowned, almost laughing at her audacity. "You don't know about bigamy laws, do you?""Bigamy?" Cindy scoffed. "Are you trying to lecture me on the law? Jen, I haven't lived with your husband as his wife, nor have we gotten engaged, had a wedding, or registered our marriage. How does that qualify as bigamy?"Wendy and I exchanged a glance, both amazed at Cindy's brazen attitude.I said, "Really? You always stayed in hotels, right? Those expenses came out of our shared marital funds. I don't mind investigating and reclaiming every cent."Cindy smirked, "You'll be disappointed. We never used his money for hotels. I paid for it all."I couldn't help but laugh. "So you're saying you willingly let my husband have sex with you for free?"Cindy took a deep breath, her composure unshaken. "We love each

"Mr. Walker?" Wendy asked, "The Mr. Walker you're talking about, is he Luke?"Taylor nodded and replied, "Yes, Ms. Middleton, it's Mr. Walker from JL Capital."At that moment, Taylor had already reached the car. The door opened automatically, revealing Luke's profile gradually. As he turned his face, our eyes met, and in that instant, I could see the cold and indifferent arrogance in his eyes. Today, Luke seemed distant and appeared to be in a bad mood. He was dressed in a black suit, with neatly combed hair and gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He exuded a refined yet aloof vibe. Black, often associated with mystery and coolness, seldom looked as noble and clean on anyone as it did on Luke. His fair skin contrasted well with the black suit, making him seem even more distinguished and detached.Undeniably handsome."Oh wow, Mr. Walker, what a coincidence!" Wendy greeted cheerfully, sitting next to Luke and striking up a conversation. "Although Jen and I are not in the sa

When I arrived home, Max was already there, sitting on the sofa with his phone, still in his business suit, looking visibly unhappy. He glanced up when he heard the door.I assumed that Cindy had complained to him, and news of our fight this afternoon had reached him. It was to be expected. Since I had dared to hit Cindy, I was prepared for Max to find out. In fact, I had already thought about how to explain everything to him before I took any action.I was ready to counter any move he made.If he wanted to put on a show, I would give him the stage and the opportunity.Given the situation of being provoked by a mistress in public and getting into a fight that led to the police station, my natural reaction would be one of displeasure. I had every reason to be suspicious that Max was still in contact with Cindy; otherwise, why wouldn't she let go?"Honey..." Max called out to me.I ignored him, changed into my slippers, put down my bag, and headed to the bedroom.Max quickly got u