I Destroyed My Husband's House

I had just given birth when the country sent me on a secret mission that kept me undercover for seven years.

When it finally ended, I came home on leave. I was eager to see my husband and children, whom I had missed every single day.

However, the moment my car stopped at the gate, I saw my two children—my most precious treasures—being shoved down the steps by a woman. They tumbled hard, and they were covered in bruises.

The next second, three snarling wolfhounds were released from the house, and they pounced on the children with bared teeth.

Fury surged through me, and I charged forward. I got the dogs away with a few swift kicks and punches.

Amid the animals’ pitiful howls, my ten-year-old son instinctively shielded his sister. His young face was pale with fear.

Meanwhile, my eight-year-old daughter snapped out of her daze and trembled as she urged me to leave.

“Miss, run! You hurt her dogs, and if Dad finds out, he won’t let you get away with it!”

I forced down my anger and gently said, “She set the dogs on you first. Even if your dad were here, he’d protect you just like I did.”

I did not expect this to make their eyes instantly fill with tears.

Alarmed, I was about to ask what was wrong when a woman’s arrogant voice rang out.

“You vagrant! I have a close relationship with Martin Gray, and I’m also the lady of the Gray family!

“You and these two brats who dirtied my house aren’t leaving in one piece today!”

I froze for a second before I took a deep breath and called my husband.

“Martin, who’s this woman proclaiming to be the lady of the Gray family? Where did she come from? You’d better have a good explanation for this. And tell me, when did the house I left for John and Katy get a new owner?”

Seven years ago, I took on an urgent mission from my organization. As a result, I had to fake my death and go undercover abroad.

To compensate me, the leader of the organization gave me a villa in the city center. It was worth over a hundred million dollars. This way, my daughter and son would have a roof over their heads while I was gone.

I never thought that the two children I treasured would be violently thrown out of their own home.

I was burning with anger and ready to confront Martin Gray.

However, when my call went through, an arrogant woman answered instead.

“Who are you, crazy woman? Mr. Gray only answers Miss Jenny’s calls when he’s having his meals.

“Don’t push your luck, you shameless social climber!”

The next second, she hung up without giving me a chance to speak.

I froze in disbelief.

I knew Martin’s rule about not answering calls during meals. But he once told me that I was an exception.

Hence, I had kept my old number when I faked my death for seven years. I was afraid that he would feel guilty if he hung up on me by mistake.

Yet, the one exception to his rule had become someone else.

For seven years, my longing for him carried me through countless life-and-death situations.

However, just before we could reunite, he struck me with such a heavy blow.

Seeing me lose face, Jenny sneered.

“I thought you had some pull. Turns out you’re just some woman who got into bed with him before.

“Trying to get him into a love scam, aren’t you? Take a good look at yourself first.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to suppress my anger.

It was not that I could not accept Martin being with another woman. When I took that dangerous undercover mission, I was already prepared to make sacrifices. I did not expect him to stay single for me forever.

Even so, he had promised to take care of our children and always keep them happy.

Yet, my son was all skin and bones, while my daughter’s face had a yellow tint from malnutrition. At the age when they should be growing, they were so frail. It looked like a gust of wind could knock them over.

It hurt to see them huddled together and covered in bruises. They were clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it, and my heart felt like it was being torn apart.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll take you kids far away.”

I held their hands on either side and did not even think about settling scores. I just wanted to get them home and take care of them.

How could I not make up for those seven lost years?

However, just as I was ready to spare them this once, someone insisted on getting in my way and provoking me.

“Leaving? You hurt my dogs and think you can leave?”

Jenny let out a mocking laugh.

“Bodyguards, arrest them all!

“A witch like you is trying to play the hero? I’ll show you who really rules here.”

The bodyguards in the yard surrounded us, and the three vicious dogs I had knocked down got back on their feet. They bared their teeth and eyed us like they were ready to pounce.

I quickly shielded the children behind me and shouted, “Jenny, don’t you dare!”