Husband cheats, helps stepsister borrow sperm to have child

"What are you doing?!" Seeing the disheveled couple on the bed, I trembled with anger. I never expected Kent to betray me like this. "Ah!!!" The two on the bed were also startled by my appearance. My husband, Kent, was the first to react, grabbing a blanket to cover them. Caught in the act, there was no guilt on his face. Instead, he scolded me without a hint of shame:"Why are you here?! Go back immediately and don't embarrass me." His words left me shocked and wide-eyed. He cheated, and I was the one embarrassing him?! What outrageous logic?! Fury surged to the top of my head, I couldn't control my emotions any longer. I picked up a pillow from the floor and hit Kent with it. "You cheated with Trista! How could you do this to me! How could you, Kent!" I was so wronged, crying and beating Kent as he yelled and dodged in disarray. "Damn it!" Trista, in a panic, wrapped herself in the blanket and screamed. "Stop it!!" In the chaos, Kent was hit by me until his face was red and covered in nail marks. In his rage, he pushed me to the ground and cursed at me. "Trista is your sister, and her husband is disabled. What's the big deal if I helped her have a baby? Why are you being so petty?!" Hearing his words, I lay on the ground, my eyes wide with shock. "Kent, what are you talking about? You cheated, and now you're playing the hero?" Kent continued to lie without a hint of shame. "Of course, I'm doing a good deed. Marrying such a disabled man, Trista would never be happy, not even about having a child! Besides, Trista is your sister. I'm taking care of her for your sake!" Trista chimed in. "That's right. How could you bear to see me married to that disabled man, suffering a lifetime of loneliness?! We're sisters, and it's just a man. What's the big deal if I share him with you?!" Kent nodded in agreement. Watching him puff out his chest, I felt a moment of vertigo. It was as if what he had done wasn't immoral and inhumane but some kind of virtuous act. I couldn't help but feel nauseous, wishing I could vomit on the spot. "Kent, don't forget that Burnell is your uncle by blood! Trista is your uncle's fiancée. Your actions are incestuous, and you can still go through with it?!" At this, Kent became even more smug. "So what?! He's a waste now! Does a waste have the right to control the Sharp family? My mom said that Burnell's health will only get worse, and in the end, I'll take back both the Sharp family and Trista!" Seeing Kent's gloating expression, my face was full of disbelief. How could he have become like this?! He was always gentle and elegant in my memory, not at all like this debauched and despicable person. Does time really change a person completely?! Or was everything we experienced an illusion?! Trista, in front of me, adoringly took Kent's hand. "Kent, you are so handsome and charming. I have long been attracted by your radiance and am in love with you uncontrollably! You are the prince charming in my heart!" She then tearfully looked at me. "Camille, please, fulfill our wishes. Even if it means sharing a husband with you, I am willing to serve Kent together with you. Please give me this chance. Even if everyone is against us, I will break through the worldly prejudices and be bravely with him! Please fulfill our wishes!" Trista's bold declaration of love moved Kent deeply. He immediately took Trista's hand and placed it on his chest, his face full of affection. "Trista, you are truly the one who understands me the most in this world!" Trista responded to him with tears in her eyes. "Kent, as long as I can be with you, I don't mind being a mistress without a name, living a life that others can't see!" Trista's manipulative words directly captured Kent's heart. Then he turned to me, his face full of "dislike". His indifference towards me was in stark contrast to the affectionate promises he had just made to Trista. He commanded me in a tone of voice:"Camille, I give you two choices. Either you accept Trista's presence, or we divorce, and you make way for Trista!" "Think clearly. Giving you the right to choose is already my utmost kindness. If it weren't for Trista's understanding and willingness to yield to you, I would have kicked you out directly!" He raised his chin high, looking down on me condescendingly. As if giving me two choices was some great favor, a gracious bestowal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Trista's face full of triumph and provocation. Looking at the two people shouting at me, I could no longer hold back. "I ..." Both were intently watching me, waiting for me to make this humiliating choice. In their expectant eyes, I suddenly raised my hand and slapped each of them hard across the face. They were stunned by the slaps, and before they could react, I grabbed their hair, causing them to tear up from the pain. "I will send you both to hell! You two bastard!" The two people I grabbed struggled desperately. Kent cursed loudly. "Damn it! My hair!" I am a black belt in taekwondo and a champion in sanda, dealing with these two weaklings was effortless. Moreover, I mercilessly kicked Kent in the crotch. "Ah!!!!" Kent knelt on the ground in humiliation, clutching his crotch in agony. His face full of pain. Holding his crotch with one hand and tremblingly pointing at me with the other. "You crazy woman! I will divorce you! I must divorce you!"