Chapter 3

Monica didn't even glance at me. Instead, she smiled ingratiatingly at Andrew. "Don't mind him. He's just a loser who thinks he can land someone out of his league. He's been pestering Josephine for ages.

"But don't worry. I know her better than anyone. She'd never fall for a jerk like him. You're the only man worthy of being her husband. I'll have someone throw him out right now!"

Just then, the baby in the housekeeper's arms started crying loudly.

Monica hurriedly took the child over, cooing, "Oh, sweetie, you're awake. Don't be afraid. It's all this loser's fault. I'll give him what he deserves!"

I was trembling with rage as I grabbed my phone and called Josephine. "What the hell is going on at home with the man and the baby? Come home right now and explain yourself!"

On the other end, Josephine's breath caught.

"Wasn't your project still going on? Why are you back already?" she asked, flustered. "I'll explain everything to you. I'm coming over now!"

I hung up and glared at Monica and Andrew. I was dying to see how Josephine would explain herself when she arrived.

Across from me, Andrew snickered. "Oh, right. I remember now. Josephine told me about you. So, you're the ex who left her cold in bed, huh?"

As he spoke, he smacked my cheek lightly, his eyes glinting with provocation.

"She said you only knew one position. You couldn't satisfy her, so she had to fake it every time. You two barely slept together. Just once or twice a month, right?"

Andrew clicked his tongue. "No wonder she was starving. She hadn't known what it meant to truly be a woman until she met me. She even said she'd be happy to die in my bed."

I shook with fury. In the next instant, I lost control and shouted, "You're full of bullshit!"

Without thinking, I punched him hard.

Andrew clutched his cheek, screaming, "How dare you hit me!"

In a flash, several security guards surrounded me.

Andrew's face contorted with rage while pointing at me. "Beat this lunatic to death! Strip him! I'll film it and post it online so everyone can see what an impotent man looks like!"

Before I knew it, my shirt was torn open. Buttons flew in every direction, and my belt was wrenched from my waist.

I struggled desperately, but their strength overwhelmed me. In the end, I was pinned to the ground.

Andrew grinned cruelly, grabbed my jaw, and spat in my face. "Nothing's working down there, is it? Let's just cut it off and be done with it."

I looked up at Monica, hoping she'd help. To my horror, she had her phone out, recording me with delight.

Despair washed over me. I clutched my smartwatch with everything I had and pressed the emergency alert button.

The next instant, they yanked my arms apart, forcing me into a spread-eagle.

Several security guards brandished knives, leering at my groin with wicked smiles.

Just as they were about to rip the rest of my clothes off, a car screeched to a stop right in front of the entrance. It was Josephine.

"Everyone, stop right now!"

The crowd froze. Then, one by one, they released me.

I curled into a ball, trembling uncontrollably with humiliation and rage.

Josephine rushed over, but she didn't spare me so much as a glance. Instead, she went straight to Andrew, cupping his face and blowing on his cheek. "Darling! What happened to your face? Who hit you?"

After that, she turned anxiously to the housekeeper holding the baby and asked, "Is he okay? Was he scared?"

Andrew wrapped an arm around Josephine, looking every bit like the victim as he whined, "He barged in and beat me up! He even called me a homewrecker and scared our baby into crying!"