He Chose the Cleaning Lady, So I Left Him With Nothing

Before she could say another word, the two men grabbed Emma and dragged her onto the stage.

“Let me go!” she fought back, but she couldn't get away.

While the crowd watched, she was thrown into the fish tank. The freezing water went over her head and immediately, she felt the sharp pain of her skin being ripped apart. Piranhas tore at her body, turning the water red with blood.

As she started to pass out, she heard the announcer’s cold voice. “Mr. Nicholas says his wife needs a lesson she won't forget. She needs to learn who is untouchable.”

James ordered this?

Emma felt sick.

He was torturing her like this just because of Charlotte’s lies. She didn't know how much time passed before they pulled her out and tossed her on the floor like a rag doll.

She woke up in the hospital covered in bandages and bruises. The doctor frowned at her.

"You’re pregnant and you weren't careful. You've been badly hurt. Where is your husband? Did you know you had a miscarriage?"

Emma went numb. She hadn't even known she was pregnant.

After losing Michael, her only wish was to have another child, but now that life was gone before she could even feel happy.

She stared at the ceiling, too shocked to cry.

That afternoon, a nurse changing her bandages started gossiping. "The woman in the VIP room next door is so lucky. She was just a bit scared and Mr. Nicholas hasn't left her side."

“He even brings her water and medicine personally. Not like this one…” the other nurse said, looking at Emma with pity.

Emma closed her eyes and smiled bitterly at how pathetic her life had become.

That night, James finally showed up. Seeing her pale and bandaged, he looked shaken.

"Emma, Charlotte said you just fell. I didn't know it was this bad... Don't worry, we can have more kids later."

Emma didn't even look at him. He still had no idea she had been thrown to the piranhas; he actually believed Charlotte’s story that she had just "fallen."

"In the future?" she thought.

There would be no future for them.

The next day, Charlotte walked into Emma’s room. She was wearing James’s coat and looked perfectly healthy.

“How sad, Mrs. Nicholas,” she sneered. “I heard you lost the baby. I’m so sorry—James was too busy taking care of me all day to visit you until now.”

Emma ignored her, so Charlotte leaned in and whispered, "By the way, Michael didn't die because he was sick."

Emma’s eyes snapped open. "What did you say?"

"The day he had that seizure, I told James I was in a bad mood and wanted to go to the beach. He went with me immediately and forgot your kid was dying in the hospital. The doctor even called him on video—the boy was turning blue. Too bad, right?"

Emma finally snapped. She had always thought it was a lack of medical help, but James had actually let their son die for Charlotte.

She lunged out of bed, grabbed Charlotte’s hair and slammed her head against the wall. Charlotte screamed, her forehead bleeding.

James rushed in and saw the mess. “Stop!”

He pushed Emma away to protect Charlotte.

“Emma, have you gone crazy?”

Emma lay on the floor, gasping for air. "James, you killed Michael!"

James was stunned for a second, then yelled, "That's a lie! Michael was terminal. You've lost your mind. Guards, take her home and lock her in. Don't let her out until I say so!"

James carried Charlotte away without looking back.

Emma curled up in her room, her heart completely broken.

Just then, her lawyer messaged her: [Your divorce has been approved by the court.]

Emma’s eyes lit up. She could finally leave and make them both pay.

She grabbed her documents and Michael’s things, then jumped out of the second-story window.

She got into a taxi, snapped her SIM card in half and pressed a detonator.

A huge explosion shook the sky. Emma looked back to see the luxury villa turning into a pile of rubble and flames. She turned away and drove into the night, never looking back.