All Chapters of He Shamed Me, I'll Destroy Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Chief Heath's office door was right in front of me, and through it came Harvey's deliberately lowered laughter."Could Winnifred's temper be due to postpartum depression? Harvey, you'll have to be more understanding." As the police chief, Patrick Heath, spoke, his voice carried a tone of perfunctory sympathy."Depression? She's just spoiled! I was just joking in the group chat, and she has to make a federal case out of it." Harvey's tone was dripping with disdain, as if the woman he'd publicly humiliated was merely an embarrassment to him.I looked down. My baby, Munchkin, was sleeping fitfully in my arms with her small brow furrowed.A searing pain shot up from my pubic symphysis with every step, each one an agony. But instead of retreating, I pushed open the ajar door.The conversation inside ceased instantly.The room was hazy with smoke.Harvey was lounging on the couch, his legs crossed. Across from him, the female officer, Leigh Nicholson—the one who had posted the sweatin

I lifted my top to nurse Munchkin, only to find that my once plentiful milk had completely dried up.When she got nothing, Munchkin cried even more desperately.Helplessness consumed me. I stared at my phone, scrolling through the familiar names on my contacts list.My parents were elderly and poor in health, so I couldn't bring myself to burden them with this now.My friends were all busy with their own lives and careers. Who would take in a troublesome woman with a newborn at a time like this?I couldn't accept this. I really couldn't.I refused to give up. I refused to let them drag me through the mud.I closed my eyes and dug through my long-dormant blacklist, finding a number I still knew by heart.It was the person I risked everything to escape from six years ago.The moment the call connected, I didn't even have the strength to identify the breathing on the other end."Spencer, I regret leaving you. Please help me."There was nothing on the other end of the line but t

The bodyguards in black suits immediately stepped forward and effortlessly hauled Harvey and Leigh up."No! I'm not going! Chief Heath will protect me! This is illegal imprisonment!"Harvey struggled wildly. But in the face of absolute strength, his struggle seemed utterly ridiculous.The motorcade restarted.I leaned back against the soft pillow and fed Munchkin some warm milk Spencer had prepared.I watched the streets blur past the window as the family compound, the place that once felt so suffocating, faded further and further into the distance.I wanted to cry. But at the same time, I could feel the weight on my chest begin to lift.Six years ago, I chose the safe and steady Harvey in order to escape the suffocating control and prejudice of the Goldberg family.I thought peace meant happiness and that marrying my own kind meant security.But I forgot that not all average Joes were decent. After all, evil was never confined to any social class.Ten minutes later, the moto

The road back to the Maynard estate wasn't an easy one. It wasn't because of the road conditions, but because of how nervous I was.As the car pulled up to the gates of the old Maynard family estate, I actually felt an urge to flee.Six years ago, Spencer's mother, Claudia Goldberg, had sat right here, looking at me as if I were trash. She'd said I was after their money and that a woman from a humble background like mine was only fit to be Spencer's plaything.Sensing how tense I was, Spencer took my hand. "Don't be afraid. I told you that no matter what happens, I've got your back."The vermillion gate slowly opened.Mrs. Maynard, dressed in an embroidered silk jacket, sat upright in the rosewood armchair in the main hall, a string of rosary clicking between her fingers.Several relatives stood nearby, clearly eager for a show.When Mrs. Maynard saw Spencer walk in carrying a swaddled infant and leading me, exhausted and worn, by the hand, her expression darkened."So that's w