As I approached my front door, a shadow stirred in the dimly lit entryway.Monica emerged, clutching a dagger that glinted under the porch light. Before I could react, she drove it into my abdomen.A guttural groan escaped me as pain seared through my core, my vision swimming in black spots.In that fleeting moment before darkness, I saw her yank the blade out, only to plunge it in again, her face twisted into a mask of feral rage.Then a figure rushed up and tackled her, sending her crashing to the ground.My knees buckled, and the world faded to black.The attack triggered a sweeping overhaul of the villa community's security protocols. Monica's breach exposed a fatal flaw. The lax entry checks had allowed her to slip through.When I opened my eyes again, the white ceiling of the hospital greeted me.My parents lingered at my bedside, their faces etched with worry and relief."Alex, thank God you're awake," my mom whispered."Does it hurt, son?" my dad asked, his eyes glass
The paternity test was conducted under strict watch to prevent tampering.I paid extra for the results to be rushed in 36 hours.During that tense wait, Monica refused to sleep, tormenting the guards with incessant demands to see me.Her family camped outside my villa, clutching the child and proclaiming it my heir.The child's cries pierced the night. Through my window, I caught Mary pinching her arm to provoke wails.Though I knew the child wasn't mine, my stomach churned at the abuse. I recorded the scene and sent it to the police.Officers swooped in, detaining the Bowmans and delivering a bombshell.It was Monica who had initiated the affair with Jake. Their connection sparked at a glitzy networking event.I cursed my blindness, but Monica was a master manipulator, weaving lies so convincing she'd fooled even herself.The 36 hours passed in a blur, and the paternity results landed like a thunderclap.The child belonged to neither me nor Jake.Monica and Jake lunged at e
The government assigned a top-tier attorney to me.He reviewed the case and confirmed Monica's actions constituted marriage fraud, which provided grounds for a full annulment.With the legal side in motion, I prepared to head home, but my parents showed up at the station.Seeing their graying hair, I felt a pang of guilt. I'd poured everything into my career and Monica, neglecting the people who mattered most."Mom, Dad, let's go home," I said, my voice thick with emotion."You've been through hell, son," my dad said, clapping my shoulder. "But it's made you stronger."To lift my spirits, they insisted on a detour to my favorite childhood diner.As they fussed over me, I couldn't shake the regret of not being there for them. I'd spent three years in that secret institute, and when I emerged, I'd raced to Monica instead of my family.On the way home, I made a stop at a florist, picking a bouquet of vibrant lilies for my mom and a handcrafted teapot my dad had eyed for years.Wh
Facing the ironclad proof, Monica ran out of excuses.While waiting at the precinct, I sent an aide to handle a pressing task.I needed to see her one last time and ended things with her.I pushed open the interrogation room door, and there she was, slumped in the metal chair.Her eyes were red and puffy as she looked up."You're here," she sniffed, reaching out as if expecting an embrace.I sneered, my feet planted like roots."I messed up. Please forgive me, honey," she whimpered, biting her lip.Her face, once so familiar, now felt like a mask of deceit.I scoffed, "Couldn't stand a few months of loneliness, huh?""No, it's not like that." She strained against the cuffs, collapsing back when they held firm. "Jake was behind it all. At an investor gala, he got me drunk and took advantage of me. I don't even like him. I just couldn't shake him off. You're the only one I've ever loved."Her voice dripped with desperation as she continued, "Please, talk to the officers and ge
The crowd started to complain."Ms. Bowman, is this true? Is this guy really your husband?""He is a top researcher. Why did you hide it?""Were you playing us?"The crowd turned, their scorn now aimed at Monica and Jake."Slaving for scum like you? Disgusting!""Ugh, I aided a mistress!"They spilled every sordid detail of Monica and Jake's indiscretions."They paraded as a couple at the annual party, and they had a wedding photo. We didn't know Ms. Bowman was already married.""She ordered us to jump him. We had no choice."The lead officer raised a hand to silence them. "Everyone involved, you're coming with us to the station for statements."The room stirred as the group was herded out. Monica and Jake, wrists bound in cuffs, were marched to the police cars like criminals.The same man who'd boasted he could ruin me now shuffled forward with his head low.A quick medical check confirmed I'd sustained no serious injuries, so I followed them to the precinct.Monica sat
The room froze in shock, though Monica feigned composure amid the chaos.But when police officers followed, faces drained of color across the board."You called them?" Jake yanked my collar, only to be booted aside by a bodyguard.Supported to my feet, I spat out the debris."Officer, these intruders assaulted company personnel!" Jake wailed, scrambling up. "This delivery guy caused trouble here and brought his men to hit me. Check my bruises. Everyone saw it."The lead officer eyed me, then the culprits. "Your side?"My protectors produced fresh clothes for me. "Hi, here are our credentials."I was an elite national researcher, and round-the-clock security was standard, though I'd ditched them for this personal visit."Officer, my wife is guilty of bigamy, orchestrating this mob to batter and degrade me," I explained.Monica lunged at me, but my guards quickly restrained her.The officers verified my credentials before swarming me with handshakes. "Mr. Rossi, your reputation