Taste of My RevengeChapter 1

On New Year's Eve, I got stuck cleaning up my husband's mess at the office. Our daughter was still running a high fever, but my husband was eager to take his mistress and her son home. He even told my daughter that this was a family dinner.

When our daughter and his mistress's son fought, he immediately slapped her without even finding out what happened while saying, "You're just like your mother. Bossy, unreasonable and always bullying others."

He also forced our daughter to apologize. Her face was red because of the high fever, but he thought she was unconvincing. He then locked her in her room as punishment while he took his mistress and her son out for a fancy meal. Our daughter was left delirious from the fever, while my husband played the role of a loving family man with his mistress and her son on screen.

Why should we have to endure this? I wanted those bitchy pair of scumbags to pay for what they'd done to us, to my daughter and me.

New Year's Eve should be a time for family reunions. Instead, I received a call from my daughter. Her voice was weak and tearful.