Chapter 4

Back at the so-called marital villa.

The air still seems to carry that disgusting smell.

I immediately call a moving company.

"Send ten trucks. Bring large garbage bags."

Two hours later, dozens of workers flood into the villa.

"Boss, what should we move?"

I point at everything in the master bedroom.

"The bed, mattress, carpet, men's clothes in the closet—throw it all away."

"Also all of Francis's personal items in the study. Don't leave a single thing."

The workers move efficiently. The custom-made bed worth a million is dismantled into eight pieces.

Francis's expensive custom suits and limited edition sneakers are all stuffed into black garbage bags.

They fill five large trucks.

"Boss, where should we take these things?"

I give the foreman an address.

"The scrap recycling station in the west part of the city."

"Tell the manager these things are free. He can dispose of them however he wants."

Looking at the empty room, I feel extremely satisfied.

Next, I contact a real estate agent.

"This villa—list it at twenty percent below market value for urgent sale."

"Full payment required. The faster, the better."

Although Francis bought this house, he added my name after we registered our marriage.

According to the law, I have half the disposal rights.

After handling all this, I move into the large flat I bought long ago.

I purchased this with my premarital savings and money I earned over the past two years.

Francis always thought I was just a housewife depending on him.

He had no idea I'm a top-tier financial analyst.

Over these three years, using an anonymous identity in the stock market, I earned more money than Carter Group's annual net profit.

Three days later, the agent calls. The house sold.

Twenty million in full payment, already transferred to my overseas account.

Just then, the doorbell rings.

I glance at the monitor. It's Lester.

She's wearing a revealing camisole dress and sunglasses, standing arrogantly outside the door.

I open the door.

Lester pushes her way in and looks around.

"Well, Chloe, your new place is nice."

"How much hush money did you take from Mr. Carter to afford this kind of house?"

I look at her coldly.

"What are you doing here?"

Lester takes off her sunglasses and smugly touches her flat stomach.

"I'm here to inform you that I'm pregnant."

"With Mr. Carter's child."

"Aurora already promised me that if I give birth to a boy, she'll give me fifty million."

"The money-losing girl in your big belly—the Carter family doesn't care about it at all."

I look at her smug face and find it hilarious.

"Is that so? Then you should go to the Carter family for money. Why are you looking for me?"

Lester leans close to me and lowers her voice.

"Mr. Carter says your pregnant body is out of shape, like a sow."

"He gets disgusted just looking at you."

"Be smart and get lost. Give up the position of Mrs. Carter."

Without hesitation, I slap her across the face.

"Smack!"

Lester screams and covers her face.

"You dare hit me? I'm carrying the Carter family's child!"

I backhand another slap.

"I'm hitting you, you shameless bitch."

"You think Francis is something good?"

"He can even call his own flesh and blood a bastard. You think he'll care about that piece of meat in your belly?"

Lester becomes frantic and lunges at me with bared teeth and claws.

"I'll fight you!"

I sidestep and stick out my foot to trip her.

She falls heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

I walk over and step on her back.

"By the way, let me remind you."

"Francis has severe oligospermia. I only succeeded with this pregnancy after three IVF attempts."

"Whose bastard is really in your belly—you know in your heart."

Lester's face changes drastically, her eyes shifting evasively.

I take out my phone and play the recording I just made.

"I'm here to inform you that I'm pregnant... with Mr. Carter's child..."

Lester panics.

"You recorded that? Delete it now!"

I kick her away.

"Delete it? This is evidence you delivered to my doorstep."

Right in front of her, I send the recording to the Carter family group chat and the Carter Group executive group chat.

"Get out."

Lester scrambles away on all fours.