Blurb：
In a shocking confrontation, a wife’s world shatters when Sophia, her husband Michael’s mistress, aggressively confronts her. Trapped in a car and humiliated, she discovers Michael’s infidelity after three years abroad recovering from a difficult labor. As Sophia boldly claims Michael’s love and money, dismissing the wife’s title, the betrayed spouse must navigate a tumultuous divorce, asset preservation with lawyer Peter Richardson, and emotional turmoil. This gripping tale of betrayal, love triangles, and strong female resilience explores themes of marriage, revenge, and self-discovery. Will she reclaim her dignity or succumb to the chaos? Dive into this intense drama filled with twists, heartbreak, and empowerment.
Content：
Driving home with my husband, a provocatively dressed woman forced our car to stop.
She pounded on my window, demanding furiously that I get out.
I was completely confused, but then my husband got out and soothed the woman with a hug.
Sweetheart, calm down. I didn’t mean to miss your calls. I was just swamped with the family gathering today.
My heart clenched.
I was opening the car door to step out, but my husband shove me back into the passenger seat.
“Stay inside! Don’t you dare scare her!”
The woman gestured wildly at me and shouted,
“You home-wrecking b**ch! Michael is mine!”
“If you ever stop him from taking my call again, I’ll claw your face to shreds!”
I was trapped by Michael in the passenger seat like I was the shameful mistress.
It felt like being struck by lightning.
After a three-year overseas recovery from a difficult labor, I’d return only to have my husband’s mistress confront me like she was the wronged party.
Michael abandoned me right there on the street, sweeping the other woman into his arms and walking away.
I had just finished digging up all her information when her call came through:
“Don’t you dare threaten Michael with divorce to make him dump me!”
“Let me spell it out for you: I don’t give a damn if he divorces you or not!”
“A title is nothing but a burden to me. His money and his love are both mine anyway.”
I almost laughed. What an amusing mistress she was.
?
“Only shallow women like you care about a stupid title!”
“I’m handing the title over to you. Just behave yourself and don’t interfere with mine and Michael’s relationship.”
Sophia sounded nothing like the other woman and everything like the scorned wife issuing a warning.
Her audacity entirely came from the confidence Michael gave her.
A fireball of rage built in my chest. I gripped the phone tightly:
“If you really had what it takes, you wouldn’t be making a spectacle of yourself in front of me!”
“And Sophia? The title wasn’t handed to me by you.”
“It’s something you crawl on your knees begging for and will never get!”
I enraged her. She hissed down the line,
“You’ll regret those words. I’ll make sure you see exactly how much Michael loves me!”
Click. She hung up.
I sat rigidly, feeling like this was all some horrific nightmare.
If this woman hadn’t forced her way into my reality, I’d never have believed Michael, who swore he’d never leave my side, had betrayed me.
The man who spent a fortune, exhausting his resources to get me the best treatment abroad, had been unfaithful.
I texted Peter Richardson, the lawyer my father trusted most.
“I need asset preservation. Please investigate Michael’s accounts. He’s cheated on me.”
Making that decision felt like tearing myself in half. The pain was suffocating.
Michael finally returned.
He sat slumped across from me, looking like a guilty man with no excuses, silent.
I stared at him for a long time, picturing him at eighteen, picking wildflowers by the roadside, a shy smile on his face as he handed them to me.
The heartache was unbearable, making me want to scream.
My eyes welled up.
Maybe seeing my tears, his guilty gaze suddenly turned panicked.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Yet he could barely hold my gaze for a second before dropping his eyes in shame.
“Is that all you have to say to me?”
My voice cracked, trembling with tears.
“Sophia doesn’t want the title. I’ll work hard to balance things between you both.”
His words stole my breath.
He actually wanted both of us?!
Biting my lips, I forced calm into my voice,
“Let’s divorce. I’ll set you both free.”
He looked up sharply, his eyes radiating absolute refusal.
“I married you, and I’ll be responsible for you for life.”
“Especially after what you went through for the past three years.”
“I’ll spend my life making it up to you. Just… please don’t make things hard for Sophia.”
I laughed, a bitter sound.
“Making it up to me? By sleeping with someone else?”
He faltered, looking utterly cornered.
“I’m sorry. But I tell you from the bottom of my heart that I love you both. I can’t let either of you go.”
The tense silence shattered with the ring of his phone.
Seeing the caller ID, his face tightened with anxiety.
He rushed out “I won’t divorce you” again and left.
No need to guess. It was Sophia calling.
Around her, he jumped at her command.
All the ways he once loved me were now poured onto Sophia.
I told Michael’s parents about the affair.
They laughed it off, dismissive,
“What man doesn’t have someone on the side, especially a wealthy one?”
“Don’t worry, the marriage between our families is solid. No one can take your place as his wife.”
They thought I was begging for their support.
But I was informing them: when loyalty dies, only the fight for assets remains.
I refused to let a mistress steal everything I had.
I quickly returned to work at the family corporation.
Needing a gift for an important client’s birthday, I went to a luxury boutique to select the latest emerald necklace.
The sales associate packaged it politely.
“That will be $400,000, Madam.”
I handed her my card. She processed it.
“I’m sorry, Madam. This card has insufficient funds.”
I froze for a second. This was the unlimited card Michael gave me five years ago. I rarely used it.
I was about to call Michael when sharp footsteps approached from behind.
“Jenny! Wrap up every single new arrival for me.”
It was Sophia.
She gave me a contemptuous glance and pulled a black card from her new Hermès Birkin.
I recognized it to be Michael’s unlimited primary card. Mine was the secondary card, its limit controlled by his.
The associate addressed her politely.
“Miss, that comes to $7 million.”
She waved a hand dismissively and paid. Smugly, she pulled a cigarette and put it between her lips.
The shop staff instantly fawned, scrambling for a lighter.
She blew smoke in my face, sneering,
“A man’s heart is where his money is. No cash? You shouldn’t even be in a place like this.”
The smoke hit me. I stared coldly, pulling out my phone.
“911? My husband’s card has been stolen. Please respond immediately.”
Sophia only flinched for a second. She remained defiant.
“Just wait until Michael gets here! He’ll slap that smug look off your face!”
She immediately dialed Michael, shrieking,
“Michael! She is causing trouble for me again!”
“Get here in twenty minutes and put her in her place! If you’re one minute late, we’re done!”
She was shamelessly unafraid of anyone knowing she was the other woman.
Talk about a proud mistress unaffected by judgment!
The police arrived moments before Michael rushed in, breathless.
Instinctively, he shielded Sophia, shooting me an annoyed look.
“What are you doing?!”
Sophia lunged and slapped me hard across the face:
“You b**ch! How dare you call the cops on me!”
“I just spend my man’s money. It’s none of your damn business!”
Her sharp nails scratched a bloody line on my cheek.
One slap wasn’t enough. She came at me again.
Michael grabbed her from behind, soothing,
“Baby, calm down. Let me handle this, okay?!”
Even then, he wouldn’t raise his voice at her.
Furious, I swung back at Sophia.
But my hand stopped mid-air, wrist locked in Michael’s iron grip.
He frowned, pleading:
“Just go. Please!”
By protecting Sophia, Michael was practically making me a public spectacle.
The man who swore to protect me forever was now helping his mistress bully me.
Heartbreak fueled me. I swung my other arm, landing a stinging slap on Michael’s face.
“You’re taking her side against me?!”
He silently took the blow. Sophia was furious.
“How dare you hit him!” she screamed, launching herself at me again.
“You b**ch! Touch my man and I’ll destroy you!”
“Only I get to hit him! No one else touches him, ever!”
Michael held her back, soothing her with his gentle tone again.
Cling to each other, they almost looked like the devoted couple.
The police separated us, asking about the stolen card.
Red-eyed, I showed them my phone, pulling up our marriage certificate via my banking app.
“We’re married. My husband’s card is in another woman’s hands.”
“She spent over seven million without permission. That’s theft!”
Sophia was defiant.
“I didn’t steal it! My boyfriend gave it to me! Spending my boyfriend’s money is my right!”
“Honey! Tell them! Did you give me that card, or did I steal it?”
She confidently turned the tables on Michael.
Michael hesitated, glancing at me. Sophia didn’t like that. She slapped his arm.
“Michael! What’s that look?! Are you having second thoughts about her?!”
“No, Sophia,” he soothed, his hand naturally settling on her waist.
To the police, he stated,
“It’s a misunderstanding. I gave her the card. She used it with my permission.”
His words made me the pathetic fool.
The officers recognized a domestic dispute.
“Sort your personal issues out. Don’t waste police resources.”
As they turned to leave, Sophia yelled indignantly,
“Wait! This b**ch filed a false report! She slandered me! I demand she faces legal consequences!”
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