Chapter 5

I didn't quit my job as their private chef.

Although Rob wanted me gone, Tiffany's pregnancy cravings had become incredibly erratic.

She had hired and fired three different chefs within days because their food made her sick. Eventually, she demanded that I be brought back.

To keep his pregnant wife happy, Rob had no choice but to let me return, though he hired private security guards to watch my every move.

I played along, acting terrified, quiet, and submissive—like a broken woman who was only returning for the paycheck.

A few days later, an unexpected guest arrived at the mansion.

It was Rob's mother, my former mother-in-law, Christine.

When I was married to Rob, she had treated me like garbage. She constantly belittled me for not getting pregnant, mocked my middle-class background, and treated me like her personal maid.

But now, she was holding Tiffany’s hands, carrying bags of expensive maternal supplements with a massive smile on her face.

"How is my precious grandbaby doing today?"

"Oh, Tiffany, you are the absolute savior of the Williams family! Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll have it delivered!"

Tiffany shot me a smug, triumphant look and pointed at me.

"Oh, Christine, no need. We have a private chef now."

"Hey, Chloe! Go make me some foie gras. Make sure it's the premium cut."

Christine followed Tiffany’s finger. The moment she saw me, her fake smile vanished, replaced by pure, unadulterated disgust.

"You? What are you doing here? How dare you show your face in my son's house!"

I kept my head down, walking into the kitchen without a word, and started preparing the dish.

I left the kitchen door slightly ajar and discreetly turned on my phone's voice recorder.

From the living room, Christine and Tiffany’s voices drifted in clearly.

"Christine, don't get worked up. She's just a servant cooking for us now," Tiffany said in a sweet, mocking tone.

"Hmph, she better know her place!" Christine sneered proudly.

"If Rob hadn't been smart enough to fake that bankruptcy to trick her into signing those papers, she would have taken half of our family fortune by now!"

"I know, Rob is brilliant."

"But Christine, Rob transferred so much money into that offshore trust under my name... is it really safe? What if the IRS or the courts look into it?"

"Don't worry about that! Rob paid a top-tier financial agency a fortune to set up that trust. It’s completely airtight!"

"Even if that stupid girl tried to sue, she wouldn't be able to trace a single dollar!"

"Now, this mansion and those tech investment firms are completely clean under your name."

Standing in the kitchen, listening to the shameless boasting of this mother-and-daughter-in-law duo, my blood boiled with rage.

An offshore trust!

No wonder Edward couldn't find any large local transaction records.

Rob had laundered his assets overseas long ago and hidden them under Tiffany’s name.

I finished plating the foie gras and served it to the table.

Tiffany took a single bite, spat it out instantly, and threw the entire plate onto my chest.

"This is disgusting! Are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to poison my baby?!"

Seeing this, Christine flew off the sofa, marched over, and slammed a harsh slap across my face.

Slap!

"You cheap bitch! I knew you had bad intentions! I'll teach you a lesson!"

I didn't dodge. I let the blow land hard. The copper taste of blood filled my mouth.

I kept my head down, letting them scream and curse at me. But beneath my lowered gaze, a maniacal grin spread across my face.

Keep screaming. Keep hitting.

Every single ounce of your arrogance today will become the rope that hangs you in court.