He Cheated With Sister-In-Law, I Fought Back

Chapter 2

Cordelia glowered at me, pure contempt blazing in her eyes.

I snorted coldly and took a slow sip of red wine.

A year ago, Bernard's father had brought his entire family to my door, begging me to marry Bernard.

They'd groveled so low they didn't even dare breathe too loud.

Now that we were married, they seriously thought they could walk all over me?

I lifted my eyelids halfway and spoke in a flat, bored tone.

"Family rules? Cordelia, this isn't the old days. We live in the modern world."

She blew a gasket, but before she could snap back a word, Elena came shuffling over, tears streaming down her face, a baby clutched tight in her arms.

"Clara, don't be angry with Cordelia. It's all my fault. I never should've asked Bernard for help! You've already humiliated me beyond repair. I might as well die to make up for my mistake!"

She wailed as she ran straight for the second-floor railing… but the whole time, she kept shoving her body toward me.

Right on cue, the baby started wailing. That shrill cry piercing right through the eardrums, his tiny face turning bright purple from how hard he cried.

"Clara! Take anything out on me! Why hurt my baby? He's innocent!"

Before I could even process what was happening, she crumpled to the floor in a heap.

Cordelia and Bernard lunged over instantly, fawning over her and the baby like their lives depended on it, yelling hysterically that they needed to rush to the hospital right now.

"Clara! How dare you hurt my grandson!"

I watched the whole charade unfold and barked out another cold laugh.

"That was such a great performance! Why waste your time being a teacher when you could be an Oscar-winning actress?"

"Enough!" Bernard glared daggers at me, and spat out his threat right then and there.

"Clara, you'll regret this!"

The Uriel family really did play dirty. That same day, they threw endless money around to suppress and take down every original video online.

Bernard even released a public statement online, accusing me of being consumed by jealousy, faking the footage with AI deepfakes, and defaming Elena.

In his interview, his eyes were red rimmed, and he looked every bit the earnest, grieving brother.

"My older brother just passed away not long ago. As his little brother, it's my responsibility to take care of his wife and child.

"But my newly-wedded wife didn't just stir up online mobs to bully and humiliate us, she even laid a hand on my own nephew. I had to speak up and do what's right!"

Before long, the heavily edited clip of Elena falling to the floor with her baby was splashed across every major website.

In the blink of an eye, public opinion flipped completely. I was suddenly the worst villain alive, according to netizens.

A: [Bullying a widow and her orphan? What kind of coward are you!]

B: [She even hits a baby? How can someone be this evil!]

C: [The young CEO is such a decent, loyal guy. How did he end up stuck with this vicious witch?]

D: [Ms. Tides is a university professor and a lady from a proper noble family. What right does some backwoods trash have to spread lies about her?]

Thanks to the Uriel family's careful spin, Elena got painted as a tough, resilient single mother struggling to raise her child alone. Meanwhile, I, the actual victim, got turned into a malicious witch that every person online wanted to see run out of town.

Endless harassing calls flooded my phone at home nonstop. Rage-filled netizens screamed at me to kill myself, yelling that I didn't deserve to dirty the Uriel family's ancestral graves just by existing.

Cordelia even called to "check in" with me, her voice dripping with arrogant superiority.

"The Uriel family is one of the most respected elites in the city, and Bernard Uriel is a top business leader. If your father didn't hold those lucrative projects in his hand, this marriage would never have happened for you, not in a million years! Get down on your knees, apologize properly to Barnard and Elena now, grovel like you mean it, and I might just think about sparing your pathetic life."

My family wasn't in business, sure, but my parents and aunt were all leading researchers, working on cutting-edge projects that ranked among the best in the entire world.

Just one of their projects, if commercialized, could generate hundreds of millions in quarterly profits.

They'd sung Bernard's praises so heavily back then, painting him as the perfect catch, that my father finally agreed to the engagement.

Who would have guessed that the second we finished walking down the aisle, they'd stab me in the back and kick me to the curb now that they'd gotten what they wanted?