The suffocating air broke when her phone rang. She fumbled for it, glanced at the caller ID, and muttered nervously, “I won’t divorce you,” before rushing out.
Of course, it was Andrew.
In front of him, she was obedient, pliant, always at his beck and call.
Everything she once did for me, she now gave it to him.
I told my in-laws about Victoria Hayes’s affair.
They only laughed, brushing it aside:
“Every woman has her secrets, especially rich ones. Don’t worry—the Hayes and Emerson families are bound together. No one can steal your place as the first wife.”
They thought I was pleading for support.
But I was warning them. Once love and loyalty rot, all that’s left is the scramble for profit.
I had never wanted to fight Victoria, yet as the saying goes, even if you starve, you still fight for your dignity.
I would not let a mistress take everything from me.
I threw myself into work at the Hayes Group without pause.
One day, needing a gift for an important client’s birthday, I went to the mall to buy the latest luxury watch.
The clerk carefully boxed it up and smiled.
“Hello, sir. That will be 290,000 dollars.”
I handed over my card.
A moment later, the clerk’s voice faltered.