Semua Bab The Mistress Came to Kill Me on Our Anniversary Night: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Amidst the torrent of insults, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand, though the pain was excruciating and blood pooled around me. The neighbors blocked the elevator, refusing to let me use it, leaving me no choice but to drag my blood-soaked body down the stairs step by step. By the time I reached the apartment building’s entrance, not a single driver was willing to take me to the hospital. They all refused, afraid my blood would stain their cars.In the end, a kind passerby took pity on me and brought me to the hospital. But it was too late. Because of the massive blood loss, I couldn’t save the baby.My own life hung by a thread, and I needed an urgent blood transfusion. However, my blood type was extremely rare, and finding a match on such short notice was nearly impossible.The hospital contacted my husband. When he learned of the situation, his response was a tirade of curses. “You’re unbelievable! You’ll go as far as causing yourself to bleed out just to manipulate

I struggled to get up, half of my face swollen and blood dripping from the corner of my mouth. Shielding my abdomen, I spoke coldly, “What child? How could someone like me, a ‘vicious woman,’ possibly have the honor of carrying the great CEO’s child?“Amazing, really. You’re such a loyal and devoted husband. Truly touching. But you don’t have to worry about the child anymore. It’s gone.” I turned to Lisa with a sharp smile. “Oh, and congratulations, Lisa. You’ve finally picked up the trash I threw away. Enjoy these last few days of bliss because, soon enough, all your comforts will be enjoyed behind bars.” James furrowed his brows, his tone harsh. “Answer me! Where’s my child? I’m the child’s father! Once we divorce, I’ll fight for custody no matter what!” Looking at him now, everything became clear. I had thrown away my family's carefully selected match, all for this man I'd worshipped with such naive devotion. How foolish it all seemed.Noticing James’ focus on me, Lisa cried

For years after our marriage, I had been a housewife to James, leaving behind many of the skills I had once honed to manage the family business. After the divorce, returning to my family meant starting over, and the first step was relearning everything I had lost.I asked my parents to conceal my identity and joined one of the family-owned companies as an intern, beginning with an entry-level management position. However, the aftermath of the online harassment was far worse than I had anticipated. On my first day, I was immediately ostracized by my colleagues. Gossip about me circulated in whispers that were anything but discreet. Even my manager took pleasure in making my life difficult, assigning me endless tasks that kept me working late into the night. But this was exactly what I needed. I poured all my energy into learning and rebuilding myself, ignoring the social challenges. My only focus was on becoming capable enough to take over the family business as quickly as possi

As the doctor tended to my wounds, my parents stayed by my side. When my mother saw the scar on my abdomen, she broke down in tears, sobbing over how I could have been treated so cruelly. I reached out to comfort her. "Mom, don’t worry. Everyone who has hurt me will pay the price." While I was recovering in the hospital, Lisa sent me another video, flaunting her life once again. This time, it was of James lighting fireworks for her. Meanwhile, James bombarded me with furious text messages, demanding to know why I had "killed" the baby. He called me a cold-hearted and vicious woman. I laughed bitterly to myself. In his mind, I was always the villain, and Lisa was the eternal innocent. I didn’t bother replying. I blocked his number and focused on resting in the hospital. During this time, my family cared for me attentively. I also requested the security footage from my company that showed James assaulting me and handed it over to my lawyer. As the day of their proposal drew