Chapter 2

After Samantha got pregnant, her requests for money increased. She claimed she wanted to eat better for the baby.

Was she expecting me to support her little bastard?

Her words enraged me to the point of shaking.

But I swallowed my anger for the sake of my ultimate plan.

I loosened my fists and said to Samantha as she prepared to leave, “Be back early, okay? Don’t tire yourself out shopping with your girlfriends, and take care of our baby.”

A flicker of guilt crossed her face as she nodded and smiled.

But the way she was dressed up didn’t seem like she was going to meet friends.

Suspicion gnawed at me, so I followed her down the stairs.

To my shock, she got into a car with a young guy who looked no older than twenty.

As the guy rolled down the window, I caught them kissing passionately.

They looked so intimate…

My teeth ground together; I wanted to send them both to hell.

From his attire and demeanor, I was certain he was a college student.

And judging by his car, he wasn’t some rich kid.

I suddenly recalled how frequently Samantha had been asking me for money lately.

After thinking it through, it became clear—she was using my money to support a young gigolo.

How ridiculous!

I had to take action.

When I got home, I sent the photo of the guy to my friends.

After some investigation, I learned he was not just a player; he was a scam artist and a notorious womanizer.

He had deceived many girls into bed, recording videos and threatening them—if they didn’t pay up, he would release those videos online.

What a despicable person!

Why hadn’t he gone to hell yet?

I typed furiously to my friends.

“Let’s make sure he gets caught up in gambling!”

They responded, “Consider it done!”

After sending the message, I fell into a deep sleep.

In my dreams, I saw Samantha in a white dress, smiling at me, but soon enough, multiple men appeared around her, reaching out their hands to touch her.

I wanted to intervene, but she screamed at me.

“David, you’re such a clown.”

“How does it feel to wear the green hat?”

I woke up in a rage, ready to get a drink when Samantha returned.

She reeked of perfume mixed with cigarette smoke, holding a bouquet of flowers.

She carefully placed the flowers in a vase, completely oblivious to my glaring eyes.

“I’m going to shower, honey.”

“Be careful, don’t slip,” I replied nonchalantly.

After she tossed her bag on the sofa and headed into the bathroom, I rummaged through her bag.

Every item inside shocked me.

First, there was a set of torn lingerie.

Then I saw some… toys.

Wow, she was quite the player!

In front of everyone, the pure and lovely Samantha had this whole other side.

I remembered how she had never been very proactive in bed—unless I begged her, she wouldn’t let me touch her.

I thought she was just a modest, reserved person.

Yet now, she transformed into a maid to please other men.

My anger boiled over when I noticed her phone screen light up.

Someone had sent her a message.

Unlocking it, I clicked into her WeChat.

At the top was a guy’s profile labeled “Baby.”

Preparing myself for what I might see, I opened the conversation.

“How was it this time? Did I do well enough? Should I ask for more compensation? I worked hard…”

“Am I better than that useless husband of yours?”

“Honestly, your husband is such an idiot.”

I was taken aback, my brow furrowing.

Could it be that things were more complicated than I had thought?

I scrolled further.

“I hope you don’t blame me for the last time causing your miscarriage…”

Damn, I had been kept in the dark.

This was the guy who had caused her miscarriage.

Reading those messages made me question whether the child she lost before had ever been mine.

When I flipped to the next page of chat history, I couldn’t sit still.

“Now that we’re having this child, you need to take care of it.”

“Don’t let it turn out like last time…”

Sure enough, neither of those kids were mine!

Next, I read Samantha’s reply.

“Oh, you’re so annoying. My husband is actually a decent guy, just a bit slow…”

“Stupid sister, if you weren’t slow, how could we be together?”

The chat abruptly ended there.

My eyes burned with rage as I trembled, clicking on the guy’s social media profile.

He posted pictures flaunting expensive clothes, shoes, and watches.

The caption read, “Thanks, sis! You’re so generous!”

In that moment, I wanted to smash my phone.

All those years of hard work went to supporting her young lover!

My parents even bought her jewelry and skincare products every month, spending so much on her…