Ninety-Nine Affairs Later, I Finally Left Him

As they spoke, they charged forward to grab me, their rough hands roughly seizing my arm, my skin burning with pain.

I shouted coldly, “Get lost! Be careful, or I call the police!”

Instead, they grew even more thrilled.

Two men reached out and yanked my younger sister away; the other three lunged toward me. I was roughly forced onto the ground, my skin rubbing and hitting the cold concrete road.

The pain made me draw in a cold breath.

Watching them wildly feel over my body, my eyes turned hard. I removed the necklace from my neck. Ever since I was taken three years earlier, a needle had stayed hidden inside the necklace for protection.

I pulled the needle out and stabbed at them again and again.

At the same moment, I didn’t forget to yell, “I have an infectious disease, there is my blood on the needle. I drag you all down to hell with me!”

I rushed forward to cover my younger sister, gripping that twelve-centimeter needle in my hand.

Several of them became scared and ran off in panic.

My whole body shook. Afraid they might come back and kill me to keep me quiet, I quickly carried my younger sister and left.

After arriving at a secure place, I then realized my younger sister, without the ventilator supporting her breathing, had already stopped breathing at some unknown moment.

The huge anger and crushing hatred nearly swallowed me. That was the younger sister who had stayed beside me for over ten years.

At that time, I hated Xavier and Millie to the limit, only wishing to find a chance to take revenge for my younger sister.

After dealing with my younger sister’s funeral matters, I went back home drained all over, only to see that Xavier hadn’t returned at all.

In the days that followed, Xavier still didn’t come back.

Outside, his love scandals spread everywhere.

There were photos of him releasing the sky lantern to take every auction item just to win Millie’s smile.

There were videos of him bringing her to watch the aurora and making a romantic confession beneath the aurora.

There were pictures of him purchasing a castle for her and proposing with a path covered with 9,999 roses in different colors.

The media below stated that Xavier made a romantic proposal at that moment and also spoke a gentle line, “You’re my rose princess, and as your knight, I protect you forever.”

I watched those items, slowly turning numb.

Later, I saved those items and, along with my marriage certificate with Xavier, took pictures and posted them on Millie’s university forum.

At the same time, I organized the proof Millie had sent during this time to provoke me, the proof of blocking the hospital from rescuing people, and the key files of SwiftWave Company’s project fraud, and sent them all to my lawyer, preparing to sue Xavier after leaving and take revenge for my younger sister.

Just after finishing this, I got a call from Xavier. I mocked with a smile, thinking he called because of the forum post.

“Are you crazy? Millie only wants a romantic confession. Young girls like to fool around. What’s wrong with you being more generous?”

“Irene, can you stop being unreasonable?”

I said calmly, “I’m not being unreasonable.”

I only wanted to see how far you could go for her.

Xavier’s tone turned cold. “You really disappoint me too much. Millie’s reputation is very important. You are already almost thirty and don’t need that reputation. I have PR handle it.”

The next moment, the call ended.

Half an hour later, I received a lawyer’s warning letter, along with a notice from SwiftWave Company.

Xavier publicly cut ties with me, saying the marriage certificate with me was false, and spreading claims that I was a delusional fangirl with hysteria.

The bitterness in my chest nearly drowned me.

I didn’t expect Xavier to go this far for Millie.

I laughed at myself.

The door suddenly burst open.

Several bodyguards rushed inside and forced me down, sticks falling against my body.

I cried out in panic, “I am Xavier’s wife, what are you doing?!”

One bodyguard said mockingly. “President Barrington says there is a thief inside the house and tells us to handle it well. Didn’t expect you still dare to call yourself the wife.”

My thoughts went empty, my ears buzzing.

My head held only the words “President Barrington says there is a thief inside the house.” In the end, in his eyes, I was only a thief.

The sticks kept hitting my body, hurting so badly that I couldn’t scream.

After they beat me for more than an hour, I lay weak on the floor, my whole body curled tightly.

They roughly pulled me outside, then stripped me bare and threw me onto the street.

It was almost afternoon, and many cars leaving work drove past.

Suddenly, a Tesla stopped in front of me, the window sliding down.

“Are you Irene?”