Chapter 2

Daisy Lee POV

When my best friend Olivia Hart’s message popped up, I had just gotten the baby to sleep.

“Daisy, your private videos were posted on a paid forum!”

I had been resting at home ever since giving birth, so how could there possibly be any videos?

The next second, Olivia sent me a link.

After I opened it, I froze on the spot.

In the HD footage, every moment of me breastfeeding my baby and changing clothes was clearly exposed to strangers.

My limbs went cold, and my stomach churned.

With shaking hands, I swiped to the comment section, and the words there made me sick.

“Her body’s out of shape after giving birth, but that face is perfect.”

“I love married women like this.”

“I’d love to go all night with this beauty.”

The comments were dense, filthy, and disgusting.

I covered my mouth and dry-heaved as tears and bile rose together.

But at the same time, I noticed one thing: all the footage came from the bedroom camera.

That camera had been installed by my husband, Nathan Reed, two weeks ago.

He had said, “Let’s install a camera so I can check on the baby while I’m at work.”

But now, how had the footage from that camera ended up on a porn forum?

I called Nathan four or five times, but he did not answer a single call.

I hesitated for three seconds, then opened my laptop and tracked his phone.

I had worked at a tech company before, so this was not hard for me.

I did not expect Nathan’s location to be at Wisteria Apartments near the research institute instead of at the institute itself.

I filed a report with the cybercrime tip center, unplugged the camera’s power cord, handed the baby to Nathan’s mother, Linda, and went out.

When I reached the door of Wisteria Apartments, before I could knock, a seductive voice drifted out.

“Professor Reed, if your wife finds out you come to see me every day, won’t she be furious?”

Nathan laughed, his voice lazy. “She won’t find out. I installed a camera at home, so I know her every move. I even posted the camera footage to a forum, so every man has seen her body, and even if she finds out about us, I can still threaten her.”

The woman giggled and clung to him, and the wet sounds of their deep kiss stabbed into my ears like needles.

Between gasps, the woman spoke again. “No wonder you’re a big-shot professor. Tell me, compared to your wife, don’t I make you feel better?”

“Don’t mention someone so depressing at a time like this.”

Soon, her high-pitched moans spilled out.

My whole body trembled, and my tears almost broke free.

I had thought Nathan loved me, so even though my health was poor, I had still risked my life to give birth to his child.

In the end, it had all been fake.

I raised my hand to cover my mouth and forced myself to steady my breathing.

But my gaze suddenly fell on the trash bag by the door.

A supermarket receipt was stuck to the outside: cat food, fruit, rice, body wash, and all kinds of sauces.

I froze.

Nathan was not having a temporary affair; he had already started living with another woman outside our home.

No wonder he came home less and less, always saying the research institute was busy.

So he had a new home.

The woman’s coquettish voice came from inside again. “When are you going to dump her and marry me? I want to have a baby for you too.”

The room seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Nathan said in a low voice, “What’s good about having a baby? Your stomach ends up covered in disgusting stretch marks. I couldn’t bear to let you suffer, so just stay beautiful.”

My tears finally fell, and I raised my hand to cover my lower abdomen.

For this child, I had endured every kind of suffering: stretch marks, tearing, incontinence… and what I had received in exchange for nearly dying was my husband calling it “disgusting.”

Just then, my phone received an encrypted email.

“Ms. Lee, I know you just gave birth and are still recovering, but only you are capable of leading Mr. Black’s new project. Are you really not considering returning to work?”

HR had already sent this email several times.

Before, I had naively thought Nathan needed me to manage the household, so I had rejected it again and again.

Now?

I wiped away my tears and typed quickly.

“Okay, I’ll go to California next week to discuss it with you in person.”

I could not tolerate a cheating man, and I definitely could not let a man like that be my child’s father.

If I wanted to raise my child alone, I needed a job, because only then would I have the confidence to grind that bastard into the dirt.

I took one last look at that door, then turned and left.