The Wife’s Revenge Begins Thirty Minutes Before the Earthquake

In my previous life, I tried desperately to persuade everyone to push Damien off the cliff, but I never expected that Damien wouldn't take me seriously from beginning to end. 

Since that was the case, all of you could go to hell together. I looked up at my friends who were gathering around to watch the commotion and tried to reason with them.

“Jump down now! Although you will get hurt, at least it's better than ending up crippled. There will be aftershocks in about ten minutes.”

But they just rolled their eyes at me coldly. Their eyes fell on my legs they could hardly stand up. They then fell silent.

Jessica acted boldly. She arrogantly nestled in Damien’s arms, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers.

She said, “Eugenia, since you’ve married Damien, you shouldn’t always go against him. It's better for us women to be more dependent on others, you know?”

She deliberately pressed her lips against Damien’s neck. Her act was just like a gentle and innocent little rabbit.

I sneered in response, “By the way, he's my husband. Are you sure you’re clinging to the right man?”

Jessica's face turned red instantly. Her eyes became red from the rebuke. She tried to explain but realized her status was merely Damien's friend. She had no right to say anything about me. The friends around us were watching the scene with schadenfreude.

Damien left a kiss on Jessica's forehead with a lovely gaze. He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Their intimate actions left everyone speechless. I didn't expect that the two of them would not even act in front of me.

Damien glared at me. He threatened to say, “If you bully Jessica one more time, I'll divorce you as soon as we get out! I can't accept you bullying my friend like this. Even if you are my wife.”

I laughed. “You've threatened me with divorce so many times, Damien. Do you really think you can control me right now?”

Before I could finish speaking, there was a rustling sound of footsteps downstairs. A group of workers who had just escaped from the factory were passing by our building. 

Everyone suddenly perked up and started shouting down through the windows. Jessica didn't pretend to be pitiful anymore. She then shouted louder than anyone else.

“Uncle, please help us! We’re trapped upstairs!” 

Damien pointed to Jessica beside him and said, “My wife’s dad used to be a colleague of yours. Please help us turn on the power downstairs.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Damien lowered his head and glared at me threateningly. He was afraid that I would expose him.

Before the workers could speak, Jessica pleaded with a trembling voice, “My dad is Theodore Joubert. He was caught in a machine over a decade ago and I…”

“You’re all my uncles. Please help us.”

She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her pitiful and wronged appearance touched the heart. Those unaware of the situation might have mistakenly believed Theodore Joubert was her dad.

My friends looked at me one after another. Though I despised her for publicly claiming him as her dad, I didn’t expose her at that moment.

“Eugenia Joubert! Are you Eugenia?”

Uncle Walter, who had watched me grow up from childhood, immediately grew tense. Jessica pretended to wipe away tears while choking back sobs and nodded.

Damien was standing beside her. He replied calmly, “Of course! Do you think we’d lie? She’s my wife!”

“Uncle, after my dad died, my mom couldn’t bear it and committed suicide. I’ve been alone and helpless all these years. I’m still young. I really don’t want to die!”

The workers downstairs all wiped away tears secretly. Unfortunately, they didn’t realize Theodore's daughter had grown so much.

When my dad was alive, he almost took care of them more or less. He was their elder brother.

Though the towering building before them was at risk of collapsing at any moment, they simply couldn't stand by and do nothing.