She Is a Wild Rose, Stunning the World!

When I listened to their conversation, I could not help but smile inwardly.

It was so lucky that the officer who was handling to accident this time was a young rookie who was not afraid of power. Otherwise, I was scared Fred could avoid being tested just because of his relationship with Chief Thompson.

I pretended to be an understanding wife and coaxed him, "Honey, it is already late and everyone is tired. Don't make it harder for everyone. Don't worry, just do the test. I will help you to take care of the rest."

Fred's bloodshot eyes glared at me. I was so familiar with this sign. He was going to hit me.

However, he managed to refrain himself and after throwing me a threatening look, he followed the police to do the test.

The police had already taken the car's dashcam, but the surveillance cameras at the accident scene were still intact.

This accident happened near Homestead Factory and there were only two cameras outside.

In my previous, Fred managed to get the footage from the Homestead Factory and erase it because of the Jefferson family's intervention. After all, the Jefferson Family was one of the investors there. However, I would let him succeed this time.

Although the Jefferson Family was the investor, after my in-law went traveling, they gave the management of the factory to me. So, getting into the factory and obtaining the security footage was an easy task for me.

When I walked to the factory, the security guard was not even surprised to see me. I managed to distract him and copy the surveillance footage. I would not be so foolish to take away them.

As I walked into the house, I finally saw my daughter. In my past life, after I was released from prison, I learned that Fred and Megan had sold her to human traffickers when I was in jail. I could not help but cry and hug my sweet little girl tightly and all I wanted to do was to hug her forever.

Unfortunately, before long, Fred arrived. Seeing his angry face, I asked Mrs. Lana, the nanny, to take my little girl away.

Without saying a word, Fred started to pull his punches toward me. The beating kept raining down on me without stopping.

Looking at his crazed expression, I knew that he was beyond furious. However, this time, I was not afraid. These beatings would only harden my resolve to take my revenge on them.

The intense pain made me lose consciousness. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Seeing me wake up, Mrs. Lana bought me a bowl of porridge. She looked at me with a pitying gaze. "Ma'am, are you alright? This is the third time this month."

Usually, in the past, I would get angry and scold her for meddling. I also defended Fred in front of her. However, this time, I only asked weakly, "Where is my husband?".

"Master left the house this early morning."

I knew he must have gone to Homestead Factory to delete the footage. However, he would never realize that he was too late. I had already copied them and I would use them to destroy him.

Using the fact that he was not at home right now, I immediately moved my battered body from the bed and used the computer to watch the surveillance footage.

In the footage, it could be seen clearly that it was Fred who was driving a car and the man was drunk. Meanwhile, Megan was sitting beside him in the passenger seat and burying her head in his lap.

I watched the footage calmly and copied it into several USB drives. After I was done, I hid them in several places.

I put one of the USB drives into the envelope and imitated Megan's handwriting to make a blackmail letter. Then I sent the envelope to the Jefferson Family.

When Fred finally came home from the Homestead Factory, he was in a good mood. There was a hint of smugness on his face. He must have thought that he had handled everything perfectly.

I bought a bowl of foie gras soup, put it in front of him and approached him while playing the role of a subservient wife, "Honey, you are back, I brought you a foie gras soup for you."

Fred looked at my bruised face with impatience. He took the soup and said, "We have a maid. Why do you have to do these things yourself."

I sneered in my heart. In his eyes, To him, I was no different from a maid. Maybe worse than that. At least a maid got paid and wasn’t beaten.

I forced myself to hold back my nausea and said in a warm voice, "I want to make sure you get the best, Honey. Your health is my concern. I must do it myself to make feel at ease."

Perhaps seeing me act so nicely toward him, Fred's mood became better and he took a sip of the soup and then said, "I really love you. I don’t want to hit you, but sometimes I can’t control myself. You know the psychologist said I have a rage disorder. It's normal for my rage to flare out."

I wanted to ask why his disorder did not make him hit his parents or go berserk at the police station. Why did he only direct his anger toward me? Could it be that this disease was also specialized in targeting people?

In my past life, he always talked sweetly toward me after hitting me and I always forgave him because I thought it was my fault. I couldn't help but feel a little amused when I remembered my past reaction.

However, I pretended to be pitiful and said, "It’s okay. I don't blame you. If I only behaved better, you wouldn’t hit me. I'll try to do better."

Fred nodded in satisfaction. I seized the moment to ask, "Is the person you hit okay?"

He casually shrugged. "That guy died. He was so pathetic."

My heart sank. Even though I had called the police and the nine-one-one as soon as possible, I still could not save the man.

Then, I asked again, "What about Megan? Is she alright?"

"She’ll be fine. We gave Chief Thompson some money, she'll be out in a few days."

I gripped my clothes tightly to stop myself from shaking.

What I didn't expect was that it did not even take a few days, Megan was already out the next day. She even went straight to the Jefferson Mansion from jail.

Usually, when she came to the house, she would show how close she was to me and treated me well. Now, she immediately went to Fred and confidently leaned into Fred's arm then said coquettishly, "Fred, I took the fall for you and had suffered a lot. You owe me a big reward."

Fred immediately squeezed her waist to stop her from talking.

Normally, I would feel hurt seeing their interaction. However, all I could think of was how to take my revenge.

I carried a fruit platter in my hands then I approached her and with a pretended concern tone I asked, "Megan, you’re out. Are you okay?"

Megan who was still leaning in Fred's arms, looked at me with a hint of challenge in her eyes and said, "Yeah, I am okay. It's just my legs are a bit sore from walking so much. I can borrow your husband's arm to lean on, right?"

I smiled nicely. "Of course. Here, you can eat some fruits too, while doing so."

Then I left them together. Their intimacy no longer bothered me. After years of marrying Fred, I had seen worse than that.

Now, I only cared about finding evidence of Fred bribing Chief Thompson.

When I thought about the blackmail letter he was about to get, I smirked. The thought had really lifted up my spirit.

Maybe he underestimated me or thought I was too stupid, but he left his computer unlocked in the study. I immediately searched through his files to find the evidence of his crime.

While they were busy being intimate with each other, I found his transfer record to Chief Thompson.

Although I felt so happy when I found it, I could not help but sigh for being so blind all these years.

After Megan left, I retrieved the blackmail letter from the mailbox. I was not afraid Fred knew I was the one who sent the letter. After all, I had hacked into the postal delivery system and listed Megan as the sender.

I changed my expression into a panicked one and with feigned concern, I showed the letter to Fred and with a shaky voice said, "Fred, look! What is it? Why would someone send this to us?"