Chapter 4

The engine roared, then a thick plume of exhaust rose as the car sped away, a clear sign of the driver's desperation.

I leisurely smoothed my hair, changed into a fresh outfit, and drove my Cullinan towards my parents' home.

My brother, Andrew, was surprised to see me.

"Well, look who it is, the busiest woman in the city! What brings you home, trying to steal one of my deals?"

I silently walked to the sofa and sank into it, then rubbed my throbbing forehead.

Just a few days had felt like more than everything I'd experienced in my previous twenty years combined.

Dad also came out. Seeing my pale face, he immediately asked what was wrong.

Rubbing my forehead, I recounted how Alex had tricked me into being child-free, cheated on me with the student I sponsored, and fathered a love child.

My father immediately flew into a rage, ready to confront Alex and demand an explanation from his father.

I quickly stopped my furious father and called back my brother.

"Dad, Andy, what good would it do to teach him a lesson? He'd just cry and apologize. Even if I didn't forgive him and divorced him, he'd still be the high-and-mighty CEO of Thorne Corporation. But how would that mend the hurt he's caused me?"

Dad and Andy looked at me, perplexed.

"Nancy, you've always been strong-willed. Tell us your plan. Dad will support you no matter what."

Andy nodded gravely.

I smiled, gratified.

I wasn't some disfavored girl like Daisy. I was my parents' and brother's cherished princess.

The shares of Davies Group had always been split evenly between me and Andy; I had just always let him manage them.

I opened my phone and showed Dad the video recorded by the hidden camera.

On our wedding anniversary, the day I discovered Alex's betrayal, I decisively swapped the custom watch I'd bought him for a pair of diamond cufflinks embedded with a tiny camera.

That very evening, I clasped them onto his wrist, telling him they symbolized me always being his right-hand woman, and warning him not to take them off, or else it meant he despised me.

Alex, feeling guilty, naturally wore them obediently.

In the video, Alex was driving wildly, while Daisy sobbed beside him.

"Alex, I don't want to give our baby to that evil woman! She's deliberately trying to hurt him!"

"She can't have children herself, so she's twisted. If you make me give our baby to her again, I'll take him and leave!"

Alex's grim voice cut through.

"Daisy, don't worry, I won't let anything happen to our baby. I'm going to create some issues with the overseas project and send her abroad to deal with it. Then you can openly bring up the baby at home."

Daisy continued to sob, pressing her face tightly against the baby, speaking in anguish.

"So what? At most, she'll be gone for six months, a few months. She'll still come back, won't she? Then she'll still be able to mistreat the baby however she wants!"

She clutched Alex's arm tightly, crying piteously.

"Alex, this is your only child! You can't just watch that evil woman harm him, can you?"

Alex didn't speak for a long time. Then, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said,

"Daisy, just give me a little more time. I'll make Nancy leave with nothing. Then we'll be a complete family."

The car arrived at the hospital. I couldn't bear to watch their affectionate display any longer and clicked stop.

"Dad, since he's heartless, we don't need to be honorable either. Let's make Alex lose his reputation and everything he has. That would truly do justice to his meticulous scheming."

With that, I transferred the hidden camera footage to my father's and brother's phones, allowing them to monitor Alex's every move.

Alex wouldn't disappoint me. But the harder he schemed, the harder he would fall.

Sure enough, the next day, Alex apologized, telling me there were issues with an overseas project and asking me to handle it.

I pretended ignorance, quickly packed my bags, and flew abroad, giving him ample room to make his move.

I leisurely dealt with the problems, watching videos of Alex and Daisy frolicking in my bed, seeing their disgraceful traces left from the living room to the bathroom, watching them laughing with their son, a happy, sweet family of three.

Of course, I also saw what I wanted to see.

A month later, on the Thorne Corporation's anniversary, Dad called to inform me.

"Nancy, you can come back now. All the evidence has been collected."