After Beating My Rapist, He Cheated With an Untouched Woman

When my boss tried to force himself on me, Cormac Duffy stormed into the office and beat him so badly he’d never walk the same again.

Soon after, Cormac was ambushed in retaliation and ended up with a broken leg.

I asked him if he regretted it.

He just said, “Nothing is more important than you, Stacia.”

We fought our way to the top together, just so no one could ever hurt us again.

Eventually, we built a company of our own, serving as co-CEOs.

After we got married, he protected me like a rose.

But no matter how he tried to hide it, his affair showed itself.

One day, the woman he was keeping stood in front of me, her pregnant belly on full display, taunting me.

“Cormac said he likes clean women. You’re too dirty for him.”

Just one sentence. That was all it took for me to know that Cormac and I were done.

In turn, I decided to make him suffer—starting with the child in his mistress’s belly.

——

I struck fast.

I did it so fast that his mistress didn’t even have time to react.

She clutched her belly, staring at me in disbelief as blood trickled down her legs.

“You’re insane!” she shouted. “You just killed Cormac’s child! He’s never going to forgive you! You have no idea how much he loves me!”

Her pale little face looked almost pitiful.

Too bad I was never one to soften at a scene like that.

I flicked my hand.

With that, my bodyguard threw another punch at her belly.

This time, she couldn’t even scream.

“Take her to the hospital,” I ordered coldly. “Make sure she doesn’t die.”

As they carried her into the car, I watched her like I were already watching a dead person.

When I got home, I smashed everything in sight.

By the time Cormac arrived, after the butler called him, he walked in on the wreckage.

He stood calmly in the doorway, watching as I shattered the expensive vase he’d just bought last month.

“You’re done with that woman,” I panted, my chest heaving.

When I finally stopped, he slowly pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“She’s nothing special,” he said in an almost lazy tone. “She likes to make a scene, but she’s not a threat, honey. You will always be my wife.”

His indulgent tone sounded less like reassurance and more like a confession of how much she meant to him.

He said it so casually, right in front of his wife, who had stood beside him through ten years of storms!

That made me laugh.

Under his puzzled gaze, I showed him a photo.

“A mistress is still a mistress,” I replied. “If she dares to provoke the wife, teaching her a lesson is only right. Don’t you agree?”

The words [Miscarriage caused by violence] on that report must have set him off.

He had always been calm and composed. But the next thing I knew, he had his hand around my throat.

“Stacia!” he roared. “She’s just a young woman! Why did you have to go that far?”

The last time I’d seen him lose control like this was when my boss had stripped me naked and tried to force himself on me.

Cormac had crippled that beast of a man then.

Seeing him lose control again now only made me feel more satisfied.

“Because she was pregnant,” I said.

His grip tightened, and for a moment, I swore I heard something crack.

“Daddy…”

Our son’s voice snapped him back to his senses.

He loosened his hold slightly, and I seized the chance to hit him hard in the chest.

“Stacia!”

He staggered back, clutching his chest, staring at me like he couldn’t believe what I’d just done.

“You really never change,” he spat.

I told the maid to take our son back to his room. Then, I pulled out the divorce papers.

“Sign these.”

But Cormac didn’t even glance at them before tearing them apart.

“I told you,” he said, his voice low and hard, “you will be my wife for the rest of your life. Not a single day less.”

Then, almost helplessly, he added, “Hillerin won’t compete with you for anything. Why do you have to make this such a big deal?”

He sighed in resignation, adding, “Let’s just forget this ever happened. I’ll even make amends for you.”

Just like that, he strode off, heading straight to comfort that homewrecker Hillerin—without even hearing the last words I said.