My Husband Chose His Mistress, So I Left Him Penniless

"Get out of here. Don't give everyone another thing to laugh at."

I raised my hand and slapped him.

Jasper blinked, taken aback momentarily, then forced down his anger and tried to reason. "We were married. Can't we part amicably?"

"Fine," I shot back. "You walk away with nothing. We'll part peacefully right now."

Joanne went rigid, every muscle coiled like a spring. "You eat his meals, drink his wine, and now you go and hit him? You little bitch! If I could, I'd smack you hard!"

Jasper stepped between them and, with apparent helplessness, demanded of me, "Are you leaving or not?"

Bianca flashed a false, magnanimous smile, then spat the words like acid. "Get out. Do you want me to call the police? Don't push me, Katie! If we weren't friends, I'd have had you arrested already."

I snorted. "I'm not leaving. Why should I? The real show is only just getting started."

Jasper had had enough. He barked an order, and his bodyguards moved to throw me out.

I did not cooperate. The woman who raised chickens had learned a few tricks.

With a couple of well-placed moves, I had both guards flat on the floor.

Bianca immediately dialed the police.

When the officers arrived, Jasper hesitated for a few seconds, then told them, "She's a prostitute. She came to make trouble today. Take her in so she can be taught a lesson."

I laughed bitterly at myself for being so blind to love someone like Jasper Coleman for so long.

The police were prepared to take me in for questioning.

I refused and shouted, "I am not a prostitute. Bianca is the real prostitute! I have evidence. I want to report her!"

As I reached for my proof, Bianca suddenly fell to the floor, cradling her children in her arms.

Jasper's face showed concern as he scooped her up and hurried out.

Passing by me, he glared with barely hidden fury.

"You'd better pray nothing happens to Bianca," Jasper spat.

Clutching her granddaughter in panic, Joanne hurried after them toward the hospital and did not forget to remind the doctors along the way, "Keep her under observation! That woman has no conscience."

With the main players gone, the party guests left hungry and bewildered.

Meanwhile, the police took me away for a statement. After I recounted the entire story, they released me.

Word travels fast. When Jasper found out I hadn't been detained, he called.

Over the phone, he returned to that old, gentle tone.

"Katie, I'm sorry. This is my fault. I don't want to lose you, but I have responsibilities to Bianca. We have a child together. She can't lose her reputation. How would she live afterwards?"

I laughed incredulously.

"So her reputation matters, but what about mine? Jasper, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?" I snapped.

He did not get angry.

He said calmly, "Katie, Bianca has given me more than you ever have. She did things she shouldn't have, but her circumstances trapped her. People look down on being poor, not on sex work. Can't you cut her some respect? She promised she won't take your place. You keep your chickens, I'll keep running the company, she'll raise our kid. Let's leave things as they are, alright?"

Fury surged through me like wildfire, scorching every nerve. The words 'go to hell' burned on my tongue, ready to explode, but he pressed on before I could speak.

"I heard someone plans to post this online. Bianca's a mother now. I don't want our kids growing up and discovering what kind of woman their mom used to be. So, Katie, you need to make a public apology. Say you were a prostitute, admit you lied about Bianca. You raise chickens in the mountains, so this won't destroy you. But it will destroy her. Please… I'm begging you."

I had reached the limit of what I could bear.

So, I retorted, "Not only will I never apologize, I'll make sure you and your whore get what you deserve!"

Furious, I slammed the phone down and ended the call.

I didn't expect Jasper to sneak into my social media account and post an 'apology' in my voice. He wrote that I was confessing to once being a prostitute.

Overnight, I became internet-famous, but not in a good way. I turned into a punching bag, the kind of target people point at and ridicule.

My personal information was exposed and spread all over the internet.

Every morning, I woke up to a flood of insults. Messages flooded in like trash—some from men who wanted to sleep with me, acting like I was just some cheap hooker.

I was just about to go live to set the record straight when the police knocked on my door. Bianca had filed a report claiming I had stressed her into illness and caused her bodily harm. She refused to settle. And my husband, Jasper, stood by her side, testifying that I had hurt her and asking the police to detain me for 're-education.'

I didn't waste a moment and hired a top lawyer to handle the cops. At the same time, I filed a lawsuit against Jasper and Bianca for bigamy.

Then I picked up the phone and called several of his company's investors.

I didn't mince words and said, "You don't need to keep investing out of courtesy to me."

Jasper had always treated me like I was just some backwoods chicken farmer.

Fine, then. If that's how he saw me, I'd show him I wasn't just raising chickens. I was the capital. And I would strip him down until he had nothing left.