A Wife's Revenge: Subduing Her Husband's First Love

I put away my smile and said, "My leg isn't fully healed yet. I can't get it wet."

Coldness flashed in Patric's eyes.

"This is your punishment for hitting someone without cause. You can't refuse," he said.

"As for your leg, you can go see a doctor after you're done cleaning."

I stared at him, bitterly asking, "What if I just don't go?"

He sneered, "Then I'll have the bodyguards force you into the pool."

As he spoke, the bodyguards quickly gathered behind him.

They were ready to take me away on his command.

My last bit of hope vanished.

The atmosphere was so intimidating that even the onlookers retreated.

Even Kelsey fell silent.

I glanced at the four tall, stern-faced bodyguards.

I scoffed, "Mr. Andrews, I signed a contract. Treating an injured employee like this could land you in court."

He pressed his lips together, unwilling to back down. "Do you think that threatens me?"

"I wouldn't dare threaten you. I just want to remind you not to forget that I have the backing of the Harding family," I replied.

Kelsey clung to his arm.

"Patric, I'm fine. Don't cause trouble with Shelley because of me," she said.

I found it amusing.

"Miss Montes is so kind. I was wrong to hit you. How about you just dock my pay for today?" I said.

Kelsey nodded eagerly.

Then she coaxed Patric to leave with her.

As they entered the office, I plopped down on a chair.

Seeing no one around, I sent the video I had just recorded to my lawyer.

I asked him to edit out the parts showing their intimate actions and add them to the previous videos. I instructed him to have the notary office handle it specially and keep it safe.

After sending the message, I rubbed my palm.

I remembered my lawyer saying that proving infidelity was difficult and required a lot of evidence.

Patric usually had many bodyguards around.

He was a hypocrite and never openly showed affection to Kelsey.

My people couldn't get any evidence.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be suffering here.

In the evening, I returned to the villa.

The maid said Patric had just called, saying he wouldn't be home for dinner.

I asked her to boil an egg for me.

I sat on the sofa, using the hot egg to soothe my face, when a message came from my assistant.

He said there was a lead on the driver who caused the accident.

The driver was drunk and had already been arrested.

But he was diagnosed with a mental illness, so his sentence wouldn't be severe.

It was also discovered that he had no family.

There was a high possibility that it was intentional.

After all, delivering goods to the villa area required multiple security checks, so how could he be drunk and speeding?

I thought for a moment and told my assistant to check the driver's bank statements.