Chapter 6

The next day, I called my lawyer right in front of James. Without hesitation, I told him I was planning to sue my husband for transferring money to his mistress during our marriage and that I would recover every last penny. James heard every word, but didn't say a thing. Without a response, he simply turned and walked out of the hospital room, heading to the obstetrics department to schedule Lindsay's abortion.

And that's when it really hit me, Lindsay was completely out of the picture. I'd won, but it didn't feel like a win. It felt... empty.

Surprisingly, James didn't try to stop me from suing him. Instead, he handed me the financial records, every cent he'd spent on Lindsay. He said he didn't want to risk the evidence being dismissed in court.

I noticed the hopeful glint in his eyes, but I kept my face neutral. I took the records, not hesitating for a second, though a small part of me felt like Lindsay didn't deserve this level of betrayal, especially not after everything.

The day of the abortion arrived, and Lindsay had already received the lawyer's letter. But she didn't show up.

Curious, I quietly slipped out of my hospital room and hid just around the corner. I watched as frustration slowly crept over James's face. He lost it, yelling into his phone like he used to yell at me.

For a full hour, he ranted, dredging up grievances from the past year, even digging into issues from when they first split a decade ago. He tried to threaten her with the house and shares, but Lindsay didn't budge. In the end, the procedure was canceled.

Feeling a small sense of satisfaction, I snuck back to my room unnoticed.

That evening, James received a call from the company. Lindsay had filed a formal complaint under her real name, blowing the whistle on their use of substandard materials, false advertising, and tax fraud.

The scandal went public in a flash. An investigation team was dispatched, operations were shut down, and if the company couldn't deliver their orders on time, they'd face massive penalties for breach of contract.

James slammed the phone down in fury, then hurled it across the room.

I feigned surprise and asked, "What happened?"

Seeing my concerned expression, his anger softened a little. He responded, "Nothing. Just some work trouble."

I nodded sympathetically. "You should go back then. I'll be discharged in a couple of days."

Without hesitation, he quickly packed up his things. Before leaving, he stopped at the door and said, "Text me when you're discharged. I'll come pick you up."

As soon as he was gone, I sprang into action. I contacted a famous paparazzo and hired him to stake out Lindsay's villa, not to gather evidence for a lawsuit, but to ruin James's reputation.

And sure enough, after leaving the hospital, James headed straight to Lindsay's place. But when he arrived, he found her completely naked in the arms of a younger man. It couldn't have been more obvious.

James flew into a rage, shouting about the paternity of the child she was carrying, threatening to take back the house and shares, even threatening to sue her for fraud if she didn't comply.

What James didn't know was that Lindsay had already sold the shares for cash.

The confrontation quickly escalated into violence. The paparazzo snapped photos and recorded videos, sending them directly to my phone.

Without a second thought, I posted everything in the comment section of Lindsay's public complaint about the company.

The scandal exploded online, with all the shocking twists and turns playing out in real time. By the time the police showed up, they had to physically tear the three of them apart, James, Lindsay, and the younger man, all of them bruised and battered.

That same night, while I was being discharged from the hospital, Lindsay was being admitted. James had beaten her so badly, she lost the baby.