After His Mistress Murdered Grandma, I Tore Their World Apart

My husband's blind grandmother was pushed off a high-rise and is now in critical condition.

I tried calling him ten times before he finally picked up.

“What do you want now? Yareli is having an emergency, and I won’t be coming home tonight. Stop bugging me.”

My heart sank as I told him that Grandma was fighting for her life and asked him to send $50,000 for the surgery.

He exploded: “You’re never satisfied, are you? Why should I care about your grandma's condition? If she can’t be saved, then let her die. Leave me alone!”

Because I was delayed in raising the money, Grandma died on the operating table.

I took the culprit to court, only to see my CEO husband accompany his first love into the courtroom. He had erased all the evidence and hired the best defense attorney.

So, she was released due to lack of evidence, and my grandmother was slandered as a scammer.

I lost all hope and immediately filed for divorce.

To my surprise, my husband panicked: “It was my grandma who sponsored your college education. You swore you’d always be there for her. Divorcing me now is ungrateful; it would break her heart!”

I laughed coldly and threw the death certificate in his face.

“Take a closer look, genius, and see which grandma is actually gone.”

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Just after picking up my child from preschool, I received a call from the hospital.

In that moment, my mind went blank.

They said Grandma was pushed off the top floor at the company and had been rushed to the ER.

Panicking, I raced to the hospital.

The driver wasn’t around, so I ran to the mansion's entrance to catch a cab.

Grandma was old and blind; she usually stayed on the ground floor and in the garden. How did she end up at the company?

Terrified and at a loss, I called my husband, Lennon Nichols.

Grandma had a major accident at his own company, so he had to be there!

But he was probably in a meeting, as the call wouldn’t go through. I dialed several more times with no success.

Frowning, I got out of the cab at the hospital and hurried to the ER.

Breathless, I grabbed a nurse and asked, “My grandma… Wasn't there an elderly woman brought in who fell? How is she?”

She sighed. “The patient is quite old and took a fall, landing on her head. You should sign this agreement.”

In disbelief, I saw it was a notice of critical condition!

Devastated, I nearly collapsed and called Lennon again.

After ten more attempts, he finally answered, his voice irritable: “What’s wrong with you, Colette? I’m busy, why are you calling so many times?”

Before he could finish, a soft, delicate voice chimed in: “Lennon, who are you talking to? I want you to stay with me.”

Lennon covered the mic and gently assured her, “Just the housekeeper, I’ll just say a few words and be right there. Don’t worry.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but I could hear every word.

My heart ached as I asked, “Who’s the housekeeper?”

Lennon’s breath grew heavy.

I knew it was a sign he was about to lose his temper.

Finally, he held back and said, “Yareli was followed by a stalker and is scared out of her wits. I came to check on her. She’s going through a rough time here alone, and I’m just helping out. Why are you making such a fuss?”

Making a fuss?

Even though we’re married, ever since she returned from abroad, Lennon's heart has been elsewhere.

He says Yareli is young and her parents aren’t here, so it’s only right for him to take care of her.

When Yareli lacked acting opportunities, he invested millions in a film for her. When she was scared on set, he stayed with her every day.

You’d think he wasn’t even married with a child!

The truth is, many people in and out of the industry believe Lennon is Yareli’s mysterious boyfriend.

The staff at Lennon’s company even treat her like the lady of the house, pampering her to no end.

Meanwhile, I devote myself to caring for the family and our child, seemingly invisible.

But I never imagined Lennon would actually label me as the help!

Swallowing my pain, I intended to tell him about Grandma’s condition, but the call had already been disconnected.

“Victoria Stephens’ family, we are about to operate. You need to sign and deposit $50,000 for the surgery,” the nurse urged beside me.

Dazed, I fumbled to call again.

This time, Yareli answered.

Her sickly sweet voice clashed with the coldness of her words.

“Do you not understand English? Lennon’s tired. Give him a break, will you?”

“Just a maid causing trouble. If you don’t know your place, I’ll have Lennon fire you.”

I was stunned, anger rising inside me.

“I’m Colette Nichols, his lawful wife, not some maid! Put him on the phone!”

At my words, Yareli paused, her voice dripping with amusement.

“Oh, it’s you, sis. I thought it was just some insignificant help.”

She called out to Lennon as though showing him something hilarious.

“Lennon, your wife’s calling. She sounds like she’s about to cry. You wanna take this?”

“Ridiculous! Hang up. What could she possibly want?”

Lennon had run out of patience entirely.

Desperate, I hurriedly explained the situation.

“Lennon, Grandma’s had an accident. You need to get to the city hospital.”

“We need $50,000 for the surgery. I don’t have that much. Could you transfer it to my account, please?”

Before she could respond, Yareli chimed in, all innocence.

“Your wife's grandma, huh? Why not ask her family for the money? Are they just too cheap, always trying to squeeze money out of you?”

Next moment, Lennon snatched the phone in anger.

“Colette, aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Your whole family always leeching! What does your grandma’s condition have to do with me? If she can’t be saved, let her die, and stop harassing me!”