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

Chapter 3

When I heard what she said, I couldn't hold back a snort of laughter.

"Cordelia, if you're such a big, prestigious family, why do you still need backing from my family?"

She flew into a rage, her fury so hot it could have burned right through the phone receiver.

"What nonsense are you talking about! The Uriel family would still be the richest without you!

"Those crummy projects getting a spot in the Uriel family's roster is such good fortune for your family!"

I couldn't be bothered to waste another breath on her.

I slammed the phone down and ended the call.

Aunty Beatrice, who'd watched me grow up since I was little, got so anxious.

"I'm so useless. With your mom and dad gone from the house right now, I've let you end up hurt, Clara."

I squeezed her hand to soothe her nerves.

I may not be able to play the coy, manipulative act like Elena, but I'm no delicate flower grown in a greenhouse, either.

I've got more than enough tricks and bites of my own.

Just a second later, my phone screen lit up with a new message from my private investigator.

I opened X and i********: right away and dumped Elena's son's full medical records straight onto my feed.

Oh, so it's my fault the kid has a fever because I 'hit' him? My bad, really.

Then I circled the boy's date of birth and added another line:

Wait a minute, why is he only eight months old? Branson Uriel's oldest son had been dead for two years. Is this little nephew a super preemie? Born when his mother was only six months pregnant?

Or… did Branson Uriel's oldest son manage to get his wife pregnant four months after he died? Gosh, what's the real answer here? I just can't guess!

One minute after I posted, the views blew past ten million.

That one single post blew up the entire platform, and netizens immediately turned their full anger on Elena again.

A: [Framing someone with her own kid? She's the real evil one!]

B: [The oldest son of Branson Uriel has been dead for two years, and she's still cheating on him? That's disgusting!]

C: [Ms Woods, I'm literally begging you with a blood-written petition, tell us who the other man is!]

D: [Me too!]

E: [Me too!]

One netizen tentatively threw out a guess,

"Isn't that the CEO, Bernard? Those two have always been super close…"

The Uriel family pulled every string they had to take my post down, but it was already way too late.

Trending topics ( #ElenaCheatsonHerDeadHusband

#Widow&Brother-in-Law'sForbiddenRomance) blasted straight to the number one and two spots on the trending search charts, and became the hottest thing netizens gossiped about over their daily meals.

Thirty minutes later, Bernard burst through my front door seething with rage, every vein on the back of his hand popping out.

"Clara! What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you have any idea that Elena took her kid and is threatening to jump off a building!"

I leaned back in my seat and met his blazing, rage-fueled gaze, then asked calmly.

"But let me guess, even with all that suicide drama, not a single hair on Elena's head was harmed, wasn't it?"

His chest heaved with rage, and he flipped my entire desk over in one brutal motion before roaring at me.

"Just because nothing happened to her doesn't erase your evil deeds! You're completely unrepentant!

Today, you're finally going to pay for what you've done!"

In the next second, a handful of gross, sleazy men lunged out from their hiding spots around the villa, leering at me with hungry, lustful eyes.

A cold chill shot straight down my back.

"Bernard, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

He let out a cold, sneering laugh, his voice dripping with utter contempt.

"You wanted to ruin Elena and me, didn't you? Well, I'm going to ruin you first!"

The words were barely out of his mouth before the Uriel family's bodyguard jabbed a loaded syringe straight toward my body.

"Get your hands off me!"

The sharp needle sank into my skin. A burning heat spread through my whole body almost instantly, and my mind started to fuzz, my vision swimming out of focus.

The men stripped off their shirts and lunged at me, grabbing wildly to tear my clothes off.

Tears streamed down my face nonstop. I couldn't stop sobbing hard enough to catch my breath.

"Get away! All of you, get away from me!"

Bernard stared down at me from above, his voice as cold as ice.

"It's just a few photos. Compared to the damage you caused Elena, this is nothing at all!"