Betrayed by Love, Reborn for Revenge

Ronan always kept his whereabouts secret. I was just his scapegoat. How could I possibly know where he was?

I said bluntly, “He’s a grown man with arms and legs. How am I supposed to control where he goes? I’m not his dad!”

Not getting the answer she wanted, Liora’s eyes instantly turned cold.

She slapped me hard across the face.

Her long fingernails left deep, bloody scratches on my cheek.

Rage surged through me.

But at the same time, I was looking forward to it.

Already this angry? There’s still a whole lot more anger waiting for you.

Seeing my defiant expression, Liora began rhythmically slapping me as she gritted her teeth and said, “You think if you keep your mouth shut, I can’t do anything to you?”

As she spoke, she pulled my phone from my pocket, turned it on, scanned my face to unlock it and started going through my contacts.

When she saw my emergency contact, a cold smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

She made the call.

“Hubby, what’s wrong?”

My wife, Rhea Monroe, answered in her usual gentle voice.

I was just about to speak when one of the bodyguards suddenly clamped a hand over my mouth, silencing me completely.

“You’re Evren’s wife, right?”

Liora spoke coldly, her tone laced with disdain.

“Who are you?”

Hearing an unfamiliar voice on the other end, Rhea’s tone instantly rose, clearly anxious.

Facing me directly, Liora continued with deliberate provocation.

“I’m Evren’s ex. But don’t worry, I’m married now. I have zero interest in him.”

Rhea went silent for two seconds, then asked, “Then why are you calling me with his phone?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to tell you a few things about your dear husband.”

“He’s a mess. His private life is a complete disaster. When he was with me, he was always sneaking around and cheating.”

“I found it disgusting, so I dumped him.”

“All these years, he’s been living off my husband, leeching off him to survive. Borrowed our villa to house his mistress, got addicted to gambling, maxed out my secondary credit card so my husband could pay his debts.”

“Maybe you don’t even know that your husband got another woman pregnant.”

“Not long ago, he even went to the hospital to treat a venereal disease. I suggest you get yourself checked out, too.”

“Marrying such a filthy man, don’t you feel ashamed?”

“Women like you are just pathetic, treating a stinking pile of rotten cabbage like it’s a treasure. Disgusting. If I were you, I’d have killed yourself already.”

Liora unleashed a barrage of insults, dragging me through the dirt.

On the other end of the line, Rhea fell into a long silence.

Since our marriage, our relationship has always been strong. She was kind, generous, gentle and soft-spoken.

No matter how badly we argued, she always remained patient and tried to talk things through.

She never gave me the cold shoulder, never lashed out.

But this time, it seemed Liora had pushed her past the edge. She didn’t say a single word.

Liora hung up and looked at me with a smug expression.

“So? Still not going to tell me where Ronan is?”

The bodyguard finally removed his hand from my mouth.

“You broke into my house, restrained and assaulted me, slandered me; these are all illegal.”

I glared at Liora, rage burning through me. I wanted nothing more than to tear this woman apart.

Seeing me still hold firm, Liora’s fury deepened.

“Illegal? Then I’ll show you what real illegality looks like!”

She gave orders to the other bodyguards. “Smash up his house!”

At her command, the bodyguards began tearing my home apart in a frenzy.

The once clean and tidy apartment was reduced to a wasteland within minutes.

Not a single item was left intact.

I gritted my teeth and said, “Liora, you’re acting so lawlessly, aren’t you afraid of legal consequences?”

Liora sneered, her face full of disdain. “The law punishes disgusting, morally bankrupt men like you. Messing around is one thing, but do you even know how much money you’ve drained from Ronan over the years? Everything in your home, what wasn’t paid for with Ronan’s money? I’m smashing my own stuff. What’s the problem?”

Every word out of her mouth was forceful and self-righteous.

As if she weren’t committing a crime, but delivering justice to someone who deserved it.

I glanced at the time, less than half an hour left until her best friend’s miscarriage.

The show was about to begin.

Suppressing my rage, I looked at Liora with a mocking smile and said, “Why not wait a little longer? Your husband will be contacting you very soon.”

Seeing my calm expression, Liora snapped.

“Still acting tough, huh? Then today I’ll make sure you’re completely ruined!”

“Take him away!”

The bodyguards immediately dragged me toward the residential complex gate.

Such a scene quickly attracted the attention of nearby residents.

Seeing the growing crowd, Liora began airing my “crimes” in public on purpose.

In no time, people were pointing fingers at me.

“This is way too much. At his age, still leeching off his cousin like that, he’s obviously just hurting people! That cousin of his must be too kind. If it were me, I’d have kicked him out long ago!”

“This is the classic blood-sucking relative. Jealous of the rich, contemptuous of the poor, lazy, greedy and good-for-nothing. Just leeches off everyone around him. My husband’s cousin screwed him over so badly he ended up bankrupt and paralyzed!”

“This guy’s just a parasite. Whoever he clings to ends up miserable!”

“Worst part is he’s filthy, always messing around with women. Just living in the same complex as him grosses me out.”

The insults came like bullets, one after another, as if I were some kind of monster.

Liora looked down at me with disdain and taunted, “So? Still not ready to give in?”

She thought she had her hand on my throat, just waiting for me to beg.

I let out a cold laugh and said indifferently, “This is your big move? A crowd of neighbors yelling at me? So what? I’ll just move out and it’s over. If you really want to ruin me, you should’ve invited some internet influencers for a livestream. That way, maybe I’d be completely disgraced and infamous.”

Liora’s face darkened. She gritted her teeth and snapped, “Fine, I’ll give you what you want!”

With that, she made another call.

Inside, I grew more eager.

Let it blow up. The bigger the scene, the better.

Let the whole world see what her wonderful husband had really been up to.