Embezzled For Bastard? I Divorced Him

Chapter 3

I was about to pay fees for Allison, only to find that all bank cards under my name had been frozen.

The crowd queuing behind urged anxiously, "Hey, the one in front, If you don't have the money, let others pay first. Everyone here is waiting for urgent treatment!"

I clutched the examination sheet tightly in my hand. Over the years, I had handed over all my salary to build our little home together with Farold.

I had thought this was the path to happiness.

But now it has become my weakness to exploit, leaving me unable to afford Allison's medical expenses.

After borrowing money from my friend to pay the hospital fees, I checked into a hotel with Allison.

I opened my phone and found that the video taken during the day had been maliciously edited and posted online, spreading at an extremely fast pace.

The words "promiscuous" and "immoral" were even deliberately added as subtitles.

The comment section was filled with relentless abuse directed at me. Some people even threatened to dig up my personal information and taught me and my family a lesson in real life.

A: [The husband devoted his personal love to run a welfare institution and embraced great love for others. Kudos to him. That woman is simply not worthy of him.]

B: [Such a selfish woman should leave the house with nothing as soon as possible. Don't stay here and bring harm to the children in the welfare institute!]

A "ding" notification sounded, and w******p notified me that I had been removed from the family group chat.

My younger brother, Leo, who used to look up to me the most, sent me a message:

Leo: Lynna, just pretend you don't have a brother like me. You've completely embarrassed me.

An overwhelming bitterness welled up in my mouth.

Soon after, the secretary sent hundreds of video evidence.

In the video, Farold and Dollee were just like the protagonists of a movie.

They carried on their illicit affair in the office, during the children's nap time, and on the garden paths, as if no one else were around.

The deep affection and concentration on his face were something I had never seen before.

He leaned close to Dollee's ear and whispered sweet nothings, making her blush and giggle behind her hand.

Outside the screen, my stomach churned violently as if being twisted by a giant hand, overwhelmed by a wave of nausea.

Farold and I hadn't had marital relations for more than a year.

He always complained about being tired and busy. It turns out he has poured all his passion into someone else.

Fortunately, this marriage, where the couple shared the same bed but dreamed different dreams, has finally come to an end.

The secretary said, "Ms. Haines, the court date is scheduled for three days from now, and all the documents are prepared. Including the matter regarding the children at the orphanage."

I nodded, enduring the piercing pain and swallowing all my grievances.

At that moment, a pair of tiny hands gently pulled me.

Allison woke up from his sleep at some point and said, "Don't be sad, Mom. For me, home is wherever you are."

Though just innocent words from a child, they felt like a pair of hands lifting me high up.

I immediately cheered up, for my child, and for all the other kids in the orphanage!

The next day, I went back to the studio as usual, only to find red paint splattered all over the entrance.

It was filled with vicious curses such as "Slut" and "Go to hell!".

Farold held a rag and was diligently wiping off the red paint in front of journalists and onlookers.

When he saw me approaching, he quickly stepped forward to block those offensive words.

He said, "Lynna, don't look at them!"

I let out a sneer and said coldly, "Get lost!"

He's still putting on an act, which was really disgusting.

When the crowd dispersed, Farold immediately dropped his fake smile and sneered,

"You're really pushing your luck. If you don't withdraw the lawsuit, you'll leave with nothing! I'll see what you can do to fight me for Allison's custody!"