Chapter 3

“Let me tell you, this Serenity Haven is my husband James’s property!”

“You pathetic excuse for a woman, how dare you impersonate the owner here? You have a death wish!”

“My husband… James?”

If she was James’s wife, then who was I?

In that instant, I understood why this new head nurse dared to be so arrogant, why even the director followed her every command.

All these years, James had always presented himself as gentle, caring, and deeply devoted to me.

Those empty vows of eternal love, those sweet nothings like “I can’t live without you”—they all slammed into my face now, like resounding slaps.

Just as I was lost in shock, I felt a sharp kick right behind my knee from behind.

Caught off guard, I stumbled forward, collapsing onto the hard, cold tiles. My knees screamed in pain.

Tiffany squatted down, pinching my face cruelly, slapping me repeatedly, and cursing:

“Bitch! Whore!”

“Tell me! Did you sleep with my husband to hook him?!”

“Otherwise, how could a pauper like you ever get into Serenity Haven?!”

My face was burning.

Suddenly, my gaze caught sight of the watch on her wrist.

That watch—I had commissioned it specifically for James last year, for our wedding anniversary.

It was one of a kind in the entire world.

I remembered clearly, when I gave him the watch, he’d hugged me, tearfully promising to treasure it forever.

And now, he’d treasured it onto another woman’s wrist!

Tiffany was still cursing.

I simply opened my mouth and bit down hard on her hand.

“Ah!”

Tiffany shrieked in pain, kicking me to the ground.

She looked at the bloody teeth marks on the back of her hand, her eyes instantly filling with venomous hatred.

My mother, who had been lying in bed, saw me being attacked. She struggled to get up, trying to reach me.

“Don’t… don’t hit my daughter…”

Tiffany turned, glaring viciously at my mother.

“You old hag! It’s all because of your awful daughter that I got hurt!”

“Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson, you old biddy!”

With that, she lifted her foot and violently kicked my mother in the chest!

My mother’s angina hadn’t subsided. With that kick, she rolled her eyes and passed out.

“Mom!”

Summoning strength from somewhere deep inside, I violently broke free from the two orderlies’ grasp and threw myself towards my mother.

I checked her breathing, a wave of relief washing over me.

Then, I lunged at Tiffany, grabbing her hair and slamming her head to the ground with all my might.

I scrambled on top of her, windmilling my arms, slapping her face again and again!

“I’ll kill you!”

“You dare touch my mom! I’ll kill you!”

Tiffany was utterly stunned by the assault, screaming and trying to push me away.

Director Miller, pale with fright from the sudden turn of events, nervously tried to pull me off her, frantically shouting into his walkie-talkie.

“Security! Security, quickly! There’s an assault on the third-floor VIP section!”

Soon, a group of uniformed security guards rushed in.

It took several of them working together to finally drag my enraged self off Tiffany, pinning me firmly to the ground.

Tiffany struggled to her feet, her pretty face swollen like a balloon, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

She stumbled over to me, lifted her high-heeled foot, and stomped the heel viciously onto my hand.

“Bitch! You dared to hit my face!”

“Today, I’m going to break both your hands! Let’s see how you hit people then!”

“Ah!”

A searing pain shot through me; I felt like my hand bones had shattered.

“Tiffany, I am James’s lawful wife.”

“If he knew you beat me like this, and hurt my mom, he would never let you get away with it!”

Hearing this, Tiffany burst out laughing.

“Lawful wife? You?”

“I said you were trying to hook up with my husband, and you really ran with that lie, didn’t you?”

She patted my face.

“Let me tell you some good news: James is on his way.”

“When he gets here, I’ll make sure he wipes both you shameless mother and daughter off the face of Newport City!”

Just then, a familiar voice came from the doorway.

“Stop! Who dares bully my wife!”

It was James.

He walked towards us, his face etched with fury, two black-suited bodyguards trailing behind him.

The moment she saw him, the venom and rage on Tiffany’s face vanished, replaced by an expression of extreme vulnerability and victimhood.

She threw herself into James’s arms, pointing at me and sobbing.

“Husband! You’re finally here! This crazy woman is impersonating you!”