After Beating My Rapist, He Cheated With an Untouched Woman

Just as I was ready to throw everything away and fight Hillerin to the bitter end, my assistant came rushing out, carrying my son in a panic.

“Ma’am, Daryl can’t breathe!”

We rushed him to the hospital just in time. Thankfully, his condition stabilized soon after.

When Cormac tried to come see him, I shoved him out of the room.

“Stacia,” he said, “stop making a scene. He’s my son, too.”

The bodyguards around us stayed in place, blocking him.

“My son doesn’t need a cheating father,” I shot back.

Seeing that he still wanted to argue, I cut him off with a single question.

“You don’t actually think I’m going to just let her off, do you?”

His face darkened instantly. Without another word, he turned and walked away.

All that fatherly act—still no match for the mistress waiting outside.

I returned to my son’s hospital bed and gently tucked the blanket around him.

He was such a sensible child. Even now, he had never once asked about his worthless father and never questioned me about what was happening between us.

“Mommy,” he said softly, his big eyes fixed on me, “if you and Daddy divorce, I’ll stay with you.”

Suddenly, my heart melted into a puddle.

“Alright,” I whispered, brushing his hair back, “then Mommy will give Daddy one last chance.”

After my warning, Cormac made sure to guard Hillerin like she was a national treasure, keeping her hidden away as tightly as possible.

While I stayed at the hospital with my son, Cormac stayed with his mistress, basking in their sweet little love affair.

He knew me well. As long as Hillerin didn’t parade herself in front of me, I wouldn’t bother with her.

He thought he had it all figured out. But he underestimated just how badly Hillerin wanted to take my place.

She broke away from the bodyguards one day and came straight to me, her face glowing with the arrogance of a victor.

She deliberately flipped her hair so I could see the fresh hickeys on her neck.

“Cormac has never been this passionate with you, has he?” she said, smiling mockingly. “He says you’re like a block of wood in bed. Ha, you can’t even satisfy him.”

Her words barely scratched me.

When I only looked at her with amusement, she pressed on. “So what if I lost my baby? Don’t think Cormac cares that much about your child. He’s sick of having to deal with such a weak, constantly-ill kid.”

“And me?” She placed a hand over her flat stomach and smirked. “I’ll give Cormac a healthy heir. And then, you and that sickly little boy will be thrown out sooner or later!”

There was an ugly, inexplicable hatred burning in her eyes.

My face turned to ice. My son was my bottom line; no one was allowed to hurt him!

“You’re braver than I thought,” I said coldly. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll lay a hand on you?”

But she only laughed and tossed something at me—a pregnancy test kit.

It showed two red lines.

“I bet you won’t dare,” she sneered. “The first time you hit me, Cormac let it slide for the sake of your history together. But if you dare touch me again, he will never let it slide again.”

Her face was full of blind faith in Cormac, the same kind of faith I used to have.

My assistant moved, ready to drag her out, but I raised a hand and stopped him.

With that, Hillerin’s arrogance grew.

“I knew it. Without a man, you’re nothing. “Everything you ever did to me—I’ll make sure you get it all back.”

Laughing loudly, she strutted out.

Indeed, she was too young; too arrogant.

She didn’t understand that people like me, who had crawled up from the dirt, had the hardest hearts of all.

I stood up. My assistant quietly drew open the curtains.

From the window, I looked down.

That little black dot that was Hillerin had just stepped out the door when a speeding motorcycle came out of nowhere, clipping her and sending her rolling more than ten meters across the ground before coming to a stop.

Out of nowhere, several of Cormac’s bodyguards rushed over and quickly carried her away.

“We’re businesspeople now,” I said quietly. “If we can avoid dirtying our own hands, we should.”

“Poor thing,” I added, almost as an afterthought. “Hit by a speeding motorcycle… I wonder if she can still have kids after this.”

I let out a long sigh.