He Cheated, I Signed the Amputation Papers

Chapter 3

Three days later, Evan, Mary, and Emily moved into my villa like they owned the place.

The classic house-invasion act started right away.

Emily probably thought my guilt made me weak and easy to handle, so she became even more shameless.

Without the slightest hesitation, she moved into the guest room across from the master bedroom and strutted around in my limited-edition silk pajamas.

That night, I caught her sitting on the living room sofa, rubbing my luxury Helena Rubinstein Black Bandage Cream, which cost over $10,000, onto her heels.

I walked over, my voice icy. "Ms. Brooks, that jar of cream costs even more than my pajamas you're wearing."

Emily's hand stopped mid-motion, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face.

Before she could respond, Evan rolled out in his wheelchair and frowned.

"Wendy, what's with that attitude? Emily suffered serious emotional trauma this time. What's wrong with her using a little of your stuff? Do you really have to make such a fuss over something this small?"

He looked at me with disappointment. "You were never this materialistic."

I only felt it was ridiculous.

'Materialistic? Does he think my money grows on trees?'

But the worst was yet to come.

Early the next morning, Mary decided to teach me, her "unruly" daughter-in-law, a lesson.

She took the top-shelf caviar I had the housekeeper prepare and, right in front of me, dumped it into the dog's bowl.

Then she cleared her throat and spat a thick wad of phlegm into the bowl.

"Wendy, get over here." She held up the dog bowl like some queen on her throne, looking down her nose at me. "Eat it. Maybe it'll cure you of that spoiled-princess attitude!"

I spotted Emily hiding behind a pillar nearby, secretly filming me with her phone.

She wanted to capture my humiliation and send it to Evan, hoping to earn his approval.

I stared at the bowl of caviar mixed with dog food and phlegm, my stomach turning. Rage churned in my chest like molten lava.

I had always believed my patience was reserved for the moment I delivered the final blow. But now I realized these monsters weren't worth my restraint.

I walked over slowly and picked up the dog bowl under Mary's smug, self-satisfied stare. Then I lifted my hand.

Splash!

The entire bowl landed all over Mary and Emily, covering them from head to toe!

"Ah!"

"Ah! My face!"

The two of them let out ear-splitting screams. Sloppy dog food ran through their hair, coating their faces in sticky grime.

Emily's silk pajamas were drenched in the mess, leaving them filthy. Mary's face swelled red before my eyes, already starting to blister.

Hearing the commotion, Evan came barreling out in his wheelchair.

Seeing the scene before him, Evan flew into a rage. He pointed at me and roared, "Wendy, have you lost your mind?"

He even tried to haul himself out of the wheelchair, raising his hand like he was about to slap me.

Watching him struggle like that, I almost laughed. I took a step back, lifted my foot, and kicked his wheelchair with all my strength!

Crash!

The wheelchair tipped over, sending Evan and the chair tumbling to the floor. He groaned in pain and stared at me in disbelief, as if he had never truly known me before.

I let out a cold laugh and pointed at the camera hidden inside the smoke detector on the living room ceiling.

"Got a good look now? This entire house is being monitored 24 hours a day. Every corner, no blind spots. So go ahead, try laying a hand on me again. I guarantee that within 10 minutes, your little performance will be everywhere online. Then everyone can see exactly how the Grant family 'keeps people in line'."

Evan's face changed in an instant, the fury draining away and leaving him deathly pale. He stared at the dark camera lens as if he could already see his reputation going up in flames.

Mary was still screaming insults from the floor, but Evan forced down his anger and turned around to calm her instead. "Mom, forget it. Don't waste your time arguing with her."

He struggled to get himself up, but the pain and humiliation overwhelmed him. Tears and snot streamed down his face.

At that moment, his pitiful pride was left lying on the floor with him, crushed under my feet.