Chapter 3

After transferring thousands of messages to my phone, I stuffed Samantha’s things into a bag.

She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, nervously touching her neck.

“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?” I asked, my patience wearing thin.

She glanced away, mumbling, “Oh, it’s nothing, just some mosquito bites…”

Seeing the red marks on her neck made my teeth grind.

Samantha noticed my growing anger and rushed to embrace me. “Honey, I’m so tired from shopping today.”

“You don’t care about my feelings at all!”

Care? I suppressed my rage, forcing a smile. “Of course, I care! Your husband loves you!”

That night, I received a message from a friend.

He told me the young lover was a student my sister had once supported.

Ryan came from a poor family; his father worked tirelessly just to send him to college.

Little did his father know, Ryan had squandered his hard-earned money on women and drinking.

What a scoundrel!

Before I could respond, my friend added, “Ryan had a fling with your sister…”

What?

So my sister nearly killed herself over this guy?

Before I could ponder further, my friend revealed, “That scumbag filmed your sister in private…”

At that moment, I was livid.

Clutching my chest, I struggled to breathe.

I clenched my fists, determined to destroy Ryan.

My precious sister, whom I had adored for eighteen years, had been ruined by this worthless bastard.

How dare he!

I immediately told my friend, “No matter the cost, I’ll make Ryan pay and ruin him.”

The next day, at the crack of dawn, I drove to my sister’s house.

She seemed despondent, uninterested in anything, keeping her feelings bottled up.

I bought her beautiful clothes and treated her to a nice dinner.

Finally, she opened up in my arms.

Ever since Ryan filmed her, she had been giving him a thousand dollars a month as hush money.

As she spoke, her pain deepened, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes red like a rabbit’s.

As her brother, I felt an immense guilt.

That night, I arranged for Ryan to be ambushed in an alley.

They threw a black bag over his head and silenced him with a sock.

I was the first to strike, and my friends joined in.

Until someone pulled me back, urging me not to escalate things, I finally eased my grip.

Next, I opened his phone, and the first thing I saw was a video of Samantha.

Her face flashed in the footage, and I immediately recognized the large gold bracelet I had bought her just days ago.

Samantha was incredibly eager in the video, her expression one of pure enjoyment.

Two words came to mind.

Filthy! Sordid!

I had never realized she could be so open-minded.

The demure lady in public was nothing but a wanton in private.

I secretly transferred the video to my phone as a backup.

Now, I had more than enough evidence.

Next, I spent a few minutes deleting all videos of other girls.

One friend couldn’t stand this scum and spat on Ryan, yelling, “Didn’t your mom teach you to respect women?”

“What a disgrace! And you call yourself a college student? You’re more like a beast.”