For three consecutive years, Nate Jackel had a wedding dress customized each year and gifted it to the woman he loved most.

When reporters asked me how I felt, I looked at the trending headlines filled with this so-called "true love" hype and sneered.

“What’s there to praise about an affair between a cheating husband and his mistress?”

That night, Nate rented out a rooftop restaurant and had ten thousand drones launched into the sky to celebrate Grace Lawson’s birthday. In his way, he was telling the entire world that he loved her.

That was fine by me. As long as I stayed married, Grace would forever be a mistress.

My remarks about my cheating husband, Nate Jackel, and his mistress, Grace Lawson, made her cry until her eyes turned red. That very night, Nate tried to restore her dignity.

I leaned back on the couch and stared at the cold necklace placed in front of me. I laughed. Then the tears came.

It was our third wedding anniversary. Once again, Nate had sent the same necklace. Regardless of the occasion, it was always the same design.

"Wendy Keller, you broke Grace's necklace. From now on, every gift you get will be this one," he had once said.

That was his way of annoying me.

I didn't care. I snapped a photo and listed it on a resale site.

Even the previous buyer came back to mock me. "Miss, can't you switch up the style? Are you wholesaling these or what?"

I laughed too. "It's an authentic boutique item. This is the only supply channel. Make do with it."

After midnight, Nate came home. He glanced in my direction, walked straight over, and handed me a divorce agreement.

"Sign it. She's pregnant. We can't wait any longer."

I looked at him calmly. "What an impressive birthday gift. It took her three years to replace me. That was a long probation period. The benefits must be great.

"I'm stepping aside as the legal wife. Asking for half your assets wouldn't be unreasonable."

"You don't deserve it." Nate looked at me with pure disgust.

I tore up the agreement. "Whether I deserve it or not is for the law to decide. Try me. As long as I don't agree, she won't ever become your legitimate wife. No matter how much you love her, that thing in her belly will still be an illegitimate child."

I turned around and went upstairs. Downstairs, Nate smashed the coffee table.

I didn't care. It wasn't my money anyway.

I wasn't dumb. Three years ago, when that wedding dress arrived at my door, I had already checked his assets. Now he wanted to send me off with a mere four million? In his dreams!

I was being mocked publicly. Why should they get to celebrate in peace?

If I were going to be hurt, then they should be hurt as well!

I retrieved my phone and made a transfer of 140 grand. Within minutes, news about Grace being Nate's side piece shot to the top of the trending list in the middle of the night.

Nate, who had just smashed the coffee table, got a call and ran downstairs. I watched his departing back and snorted.

Nate and I had grown up together. He shouldn't have forgotten one thing. I held grudges, and I repaid every single one.

I would crush the mistress, and I would never let the cheating jerk off either.

At two in the morning, the hospital called. "Mrs. Jackel, Mr. Jackel was in a car accident. He's in the operating room."

"Is he dead?"

"No. His right leg was broken."

"Then don't bug me. He has people to take care of him."

I hung up and slept like a baby.

The next day, I didn't wake up until late morning. I put on full makeup and headed to Grace's place.

She lived with her widowed mother.

When Tina Lawson, Grace's mother, saw me, panic flashed across her face. Then smugness followed.

"This is the house my son-in-law bought. How dare you act out here?"

Before she could finish, one of my subordinates slapped her hard across the face.

I mocked her, "Like mother, like daughter. Your husband died, and you immediately went after someone else's man. You got chased and cursed like a rat in the sewer, and now you've passed every dirty trick you had down to your daughter. Impressive. Truly a family legacy."

"How dare you?!"

I waved my hand, and my subordinates dragged their suitcases right inside.

Tina panicked. "What are you doing?! This is my daughter's house!"

"Your daughter's house? She's using our marital assets. I own half of everything.

"You love inserting yourselves into other people's families so much? In that case, starting today, you can all live together."

As several young women took over the rooms, Tina screamed.

"I'm calling the police!"

"Go ahead. I'll wait."

When Nate rushed over after getting the news, my people were already throwing a party inside.

Tina sat on the floor with a swollen face. The moment she saw him, she acted as though she had just been saved.

She tried to crawl toward him, but I kicked her down with one foot.

Grace panicked. "Mom! Nate! Look at what she just did!"

Nate sat in his wheelchair with a darkened expression. "Wendy, what the hell are you doing?"

I spread my hands nonchalantly.

"I simply recalled I still own this property, so I came to take a look.

"Nate, should we call the cops? We'll report her for trespassing."

I pointed at Tina with an innocent smile.

Nate's face turned livid. He tried to stand, but then remembered his leg was broken. Grace stood beside him, crying nonstop.

I raised an eyebrow. "A mistress and a cheating jerk."

"Shut up! She's not a mistress! I love her!" Nate yelled.

"You love her?"

I found it ridiculous. I walked up to Nate and swung my arm, slapping him hard across the face. He nearly fell out of his wheelchair.

He was stunned. It was probably the first time since we had gotten married that I had ever hit him like that.

Grace screamed. "How dare you hit him?!"

I backhanded her across the face. "I won't just hit him. I'll hit you too."

Nate struggled to get up. I kicked him straight in his broken leg, and his face turned pale from the pain.

"You jerk! You say you love her, so why did you marry me in the first place?

"Oh, right. You were about to go bankrupt. You couldn't let go of the massive wealth my family had. Once you got through the crisis, you suddenly realized you'd fallen in love with someone else.

"You didn't want to divorce me, and you didn't want to compensate me either. You wanted money, love, and freedom. Greedy doesn't even begin to cover it."

I slapped him three more times in a row. His cheeks swelled up, and his eyes turned red as he glared at me.

"Wendy!"

"I'm right here. I already told you. I'm not refusing to divorce. You're the one who can't let go of the money.

"Grace, look closely. When it comes to your so-called happiness, he still chose money. Tsk. How pathetic!

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end.

"A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband.

"You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly."

"You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered.

I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?"

I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

Nate's expression darkened.

Of course, he remembered. My mother, Mary Keller, had died when I was thirteen. The mistress had then moved in. My stepmother and her daughter had joined forces in tormenting me.

I had fought back like a madwoman, and I hurt them even if it meant hurting myself.

That reckless, desperate way of fighting scared them enough that they never dared bully me again. Tony Keller, my father, couldn't wait to marry me off. I didn't hold back either. I demanded half his assets before agreeing to marry Nate.

I had helped Nate survive his financial collapse, yet he had repaid me by falling in love with someone else.

Before leaving, I pointed at Grace. "You'd better behave yourself. Otherwise, believe it or not, I can make whatever's in your belly turn into a corpse real fast."

"If you dare touch her, I'll never let you off!" Nate shouted at me.

I laughed. "It all depends on how well you behave. If you piss me off, I'll teach her a lesson anytime. Trash like her only understands discipline."

With that, I waved my hand, and my subordinates dragged Nate out by force.

Grace tried to run over, but I gave her a cold look, and she immediately backed off.

She didn't dare stay in that house anymore, anyway. My subordinates were still inside, after all.

Nate threw a fit. "Why are you all just standing there?!"

His bodyguards tried to step in, but my subordinates were there too. Both sides started shouting, and Grace ended up getting caught in the mess.

I watched Nate get shoved to the ground in the chaos, and he bared his teeth in pain.

I just stood there with my arms crossed, enjoying the show.

It wasn't until Grace was pushed down, too, clutching her stomach and crying out, that I finally signaled my subordinates to step back.

I watched coldly as bright red blood spread out beneath her.

"Wendy, if anything happens to her, I won't let you get away with it!" Nate uttered through clenched jaws.

I snorted nonchalantly. "Try killing me first, then we'll talk."

I turned around and left.

As expected, Grace miscarried.

What came before Nate's retaliation was Tony's slap.

He told me to come home for dinner, but the moment I walked in, he slapped me across the face.

I tasted blood and slowly looked around the room. Then, I locked onto the blue vase in the living room. I walked over, grabbed it, and smashed it to the floor.

Tony clutched his chest in fury. "You unfilial daughter!"

"If you know I'm unfilial, then don't provoke me. Tony, say what you need to say and get it over with."

"You rascal, are you trying to kill me?! The Jackel family isn't what it used to be. They're not someone you can afford to offend anymore! Apologize to Grace in person!

"Otherwise, every Keller Group's project will get blocked!"

I shrugged. "What does that have to do with me? You want me to apologize? In your dreams.

"Tony, you and that wretch teamed up to drive Mom to her death. Now, I'll punish you too. If the Keller family goes bankrupt, I'll be the first one lighting fireworks to celebrate."

With that, I stormed upstairs and barged into that woman's room. I ripped apart her clothes and bags before tossing the wreckage onto the floor.

Meanwhile, Tony couldn't catch his breath and passed out on the spot.

He probably had forgotten that I'd already gone insane long ago. If he thought he could force my head down and make me apologize, I didn't mind letting him relive what life had been like three years ago.

The old man's memory had to be failing. Back then, I had fought them like I had nothing to lose. They had finally managed to marry me off and enjoyed three peaceful years, yet now, he was getting cocky again.

I turned around and walked out. Behind me, the house was in total chaos.

Still, I went to the hospital. If Nate wanted to tattle and pull tricks, I wasn't about to disappoint him.

At the end of the hallway, Nate stood with a few of his close friends.

"Nate, Wendy helped you survive your crisis. She gave you everything. You're being a textbook traitor."

"If you really want a divorce, just compensate her properly. Why make things this ugly?"

Nate blew out a cloud of smoke. "I do owe her, but it was a mutually beneficial marriage, to begin with. I would give her money, but she was always standing above me, acting as though she was handing out charity. I can't stand it.

"Grace is different. She worships me. She thinks I'm amazing. She praises me without holding back. Do you know what that feels like?"

I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped forward in my heels.

Hearing the sound, Nate turned around. The moment he saw me, his expression darkened.

I smiled and snapped my fingers, and the reporters behind me surged forward and instantly surrounded him.

"Mr. Jackel, are you admitting to cheating during your marriage?"

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?"

"Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?"

Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet.

At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward.

"Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not!

"The unloved one is the real mistress!"

Nate froze.

"Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"

I smiled. "Sure. Nate, let's get a divorce and end this cleanly.

"If you don't, I'll drag you straight to the inferno."