After Ordering Noodles, We Faced Online Hate

“Daniel is useless to you. If you know what’s good for you, divorce him as soon as possible.”

I was shaking with rage. I had never seen a mistress act so self-righteously.

Daniel Carter gazed at Chloe Miller’s swollen cheek with pity.

Then his face darkened, and without warning he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face.

“Slut! Bitch! Do you think you’re someone important? How dare you hit Chloe?”

“I’ve already had a lawyer draft the divorce papers. If you know what’s good for you, sign them immediately.”

“Otherwise, I’ll kill you.”

Daniel advanced step by step, and if I didn’t agree, I truly believed he might kill me on the spot.

I clutched my son tightly, glaring at them with cold fury.

Just as Daniel moved to strike me again, the sudden wail of sirens echoed from outside. Moments later, uniformed NYPD officers appeared at the door.

“Who called the police?”

The instant I saw them, relief washed over me.

I rushed forward with my son and cried,

“It was me! If I don’t sign the divorce papers, he said he’ll kill me.”

The matter could have been small or enormous, but in the end all of us were taken to the precinct.

On the way there, Daniel and Chloe glared at me with clenched jaws, but in front of the police they dared not act rashly.

Just then, my phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Ethan Walker, whom I had asked to run a DNA test.

When I saw the results, I closed my eyes briefly.

Just as I suspected—Daniel had cheated only a year after our marriage.

Since this was considered a domestic dispute and no real harm had been done, the police couldn’t intervene much.

“You just wait. Once you walk out of this station, I’ll make sure you pay,” Daniel snarled, his face twisted.

“The internet is already drowning you in hate. Let’s see how you manage to survive this.”

I glanced at Chloe, standing proudly at his side, and wondered how I could ever have fallen for a man like him.

Without another word, I took my son’s hand and turned to leave.

Daniel frowned at my cold, indifferent expression. He felt strangely unsettled.

In the past, my whole world had revolved around him. Even if he asked for a divorce, he expected tears, pleading, heartbreak.

But not this icy calm.

As he stepped outside, his gaze was caught by a man stepping out of a car.

Daniel knew him at once—Ethan Walker, my childhood friend.

The heir to the Walker family, though now he ran his own chain of hospitals worth billions.

Daniel’s chest tightened with inferiority and jealousy. He never imagined I still had ties with Ethan.

Watching Ethan shield me and my son as he ushered us into the car, Daniel finally snapped.

“I knew it! No wonder you’re not crying or begging. Rachel Bennett, you bitch—you’ve been cheating all along!”

“Shameless! Just try leaving with him and see what happens!”

I only cast Daniel a brief, mocking glance.

The corner of my lips curled into a smirk as Ethan stepped on the gas, leaving Daniel coughing in the dust of the exhaust.

Looking at Ethan’s calm profile as he drove, I felt an unexpected wave of peace.

“I need your help. I have evidence—proof that everything online is a lie. Chloe set me up deliberately.”

Ethan didn’t even ask what evidence I had. He agreed instantly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they pay for everything they’ve done.”