My Husband and Son Chose His Mistress Over Me

After Leandro left with Nash, Nina curled her lips into a sly smile and gave commands to the bionic robots.

“Go bring the peeping intruder at the door inside.”

“Yes, Madam!”

In the villa’s grand hall, Catherine was held firmly by the servants. Their long nails dug into her skin, sending sharp stings through her shoulders.

She gritted her teeth against the burning pain and raised her eyes to Nina.

“Did you send me that anonymous letter this morning?”

Even though she phrased it as a question, her voice was full of certainty.

At ten that morning, her phone received an anonymous message. It was a short clip.

In the video, Leandro was naked, moving slightly, his low, muffled groans mixed with the moans and gasps of a woman.

Beneath the photos were the address: Ever Crest Villa.

With bloodshot eyes, Catherine stared unblinkingly at the man in the picture, refusing to believe it, even overusing her divination powers to no avail.

After 9,999 divinations, all showed the same result. She finally accepted the bitter truth—Leandro had betrayed her.

“Indeed, Catherine, you saw it for yourself today. Leandro and Nash both like me very much. Nash even wants me to be his mother. If you’re smart, Catherine, you’d better step aside. After all, what man doesn’t love a young, beautiful body?”

Hah! Like?

“You mean ‘like’ as in playing the role of a fox spirit to seduce a married man? Then yes, I admit—I can’t compete with you.”

Catherine’s words enraged Nina. Her lips twitched, and her expression darkened instantly.

She raised her hand high—but just as it was about to fall, she paused, a teasing glint flashing in her eyes.

“Jason, give her a slap. Don’t stop until I say so.”

“Yes, Madam.”

The butler obeyed, raising his palm and slapping Catherine’s face hard.

Held down tightly, unable to break free, she endured every sting.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Her face quickly reddened and swelled, fresh blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

“You dare insult Madam? I’ll slap you to death.”

The fiery pain made Catherine’s eyes water. She looked up at the butler, who had always treated her like a daughter, and a sharp ache hit her heart.

Even though she knew this was just a bionic robot, it still hurt.

After countless slaps and when her vision began to blur, Nina finally showed mercy.

With a cruel smile, she slowly began unbuttoning her clothes in front of Catherine.

Her skin, marked with faint red bruises, was exposed to the air, revealing a raw, seductive allure.

She grabbed Catherine’s chin hard, pushing her face close.

“Even if you’re going to be a fox spirit, you should at least have the skills. What do you think, Catherine?”

“Leandro loves this body of mine—he can’t get enough, making me do it multiple times in all sorts of positions. He never gets tired of trying.”

The suggestive marks—from her neck to her chest, down to the inner thighs—were burned into Catherine’s eyes, stabbing at her heart.

A dull ache settled in her chest as she helplessly watched Nina erase all the surveillance footage inside the villa, then order the servants to throw her out at the front door.

Her phone slipped from her pocket, shattering on the ground.

“See yourself out, Catherine.”

The heavy door slammed shut in front of her.

Despite the sharp pain in her cheek, Catherine got up slowly from the ground.

With her phone broken, she had no choice but to walk back on her own.

The journey took a full five hours. The tender soles of her feet were blistered, raw, and itching.

Suddenly, a heavy rainstorm poured down. Raindrops pelted her body, cold seeping into every pore, making her shiver uncontrollably.

When she finally returned to Kennedy residence, her entire body was drenched and exhausted. Her foggy mind slipped into unconsciousness.

“Sweetheart!”

“Mom!”