Bittersweet Redemption

Chapter 2: Experience of Domestic Violence

There has always been a rumor in Munich that anyone can offend, except those with the surname Majestic.

If you really want to offend someone with the surname Majestic, then definitely do not offend Zandon Majestic.

Zandon Majestic is 28 years old this year. The Majestic company he controls was on the verge of bankruptcy two years ago. But in just two years, he managed to revive Majestic and make it even stronger than before. That's why Zandon Majestic is also known as Mr. Majestic.

Wrynn  reluctantly swallowed the wine in her mouth and reached for her phone, but before she could grab it, the screen lit up and Qirat's call came through.

“Hello…" Wrynn said, trying to regain her composure after what she just found out.

“I've ordered the things you need, Wrynn. They will arrive tomorrow. When do you want to come and pick them up, or should I bring them to you?” Qirat asked, not sensing anything unusual in Wrynn's voice.

“I'll come and pick them up myself.” Wrynn muttered, still trapped in deep fear of Zandon and the fact that she actually had a one-night stand with him.

“Hey, I have a question. Do you know Zandon Majestic?”

“Mr. Majestic, you mean? Who doesn't know him?” Qirat replied.

“What's up? Why are you suddenly asking about him? Though Mr. Majestic is still single. If you want to find a man to make Raymie jealous, I think Mr. Majestic would be just the perfect choice!”

Qirat was getting way ahead of herself when Wrynn only asked her a simple question.

“I have to go now,” Wrynn stated as she hung up the phone with trembling hands. She turned around and glanced at the bedsheets where she had literally slept with Zandon Majestic not long ago, and at that moment she couldn't help but cover her face nervously.

She was done for. She was now in a difficult situation, and she only hoped that Zandon would never recognize her just in case he sees her anywhere.

After all, there must be numerous women around him, like the woman from before.

While Wrynn was lost in her thoughts, her phone suddenly rang again. She picked it up and saw that it was a call from Raymie.

Seeing the word “husband” noted on her screen, Wrynn felt like she was being scourged with pins. It was truly disgusting.

“Hello,” Wrynn answered the call with a cold tone.

“What time is it? Why haven't you come home yet?” He asked in a commanding tone.

“I have something to do. I won't be going home tonight,” Wrynn stated, suppressing her anger and tried to speak as calmly as she could to Raymie.

If it were the old Raymie, he would have sensed that something was wrong through Wrynn's voice, but now, his thoughts were only focused on someone else. Even if Wrynn died, he wouldn't shed a tear for her. He might even applaud her death.

“My mother is coming home. Come back home early tomorrow.” Raymie said indifferently before hanging up the phone.

The bastard dared to hang up the phone on her after what he did?

Wrynn Vitality was stunned. Raymie's mother was coming, which meant they would be pressured to have a child again.

After three years of marriage, Wrynn couldn't get pregnant. Not even a miscarriage.

Her mother-in-law was very dissatisfied with her because of this, always saying that if it were in the past, she could have taken in concubines for Raymie. Wrynn was already used to just listening to these words, but now she only felt nothing but disgust.

She recalled that her mother-in-law often answered her calls before. She probably knew about Raymie's affair and covered it up for him.

~

The next morning, Wrynn  drove straight home. As soon as she entered the house, she heard her mother-in-law talking to Raymie.

“I'm asking you, when are you two going to get a divorce? It's been three years now and yet no Pregnancy. We can't delay anymore!”

“Stop worrying mom. It seems not to be the right time yet.” Raymie replied.

Wrynn frowned when she heard this. Did Raymie mean that he has a plan up his sleeve?

She purposely slammed the door loudly, and the conversation in the living room immediately ended.

They both gazed towards the door where she was standing.

“Where were you last night that you're only coming back now?” Her mother-in-law coldly questioned as soon as she saw Wrynn.

“It seems you and Raymie being alone at home won't result in a child.”

Wrynn glanced coldly at her mother-in-law.

“This is our business, it's none of your concern.”

Upon hearing Wrynn's reply, Raymie's expression turned cold.

“Wrynn, how dare you talk to my mother like that?”

“This is who I am.  If you can't stand it, then you can leave.”

Wrynn had suppressed her anger all night, but now she couldn't hold it back anymore.

However, she was afraid of saying too much, so she gritted her teeth with her fist clenched and headed towards the bedroom. But just as she reached the door, she remembered that Raymie had s*x with Yukiye in their matrimonial bed, and this further aggravated her anger.  She quickly turned around and rather walked towards the guest room.

Before shutting the door, she heard her mother-in-law talking s**t about her in the living room.

“Ignore her, mom. She's just a lunatic,” Raymie cursed.

Hearing these words from Raymie made Wrynn feel a pang of pain in her chest. This is a man who loved her with his heart, afraid of her falling, afraid she'll be sad. He literally worshiped her like a goddess. She still can't understand how they came to this point.

In the afternoon, Qirat Clark delivered the items to her home. She had almost forgotten about it.

**

Qirat arrived at Wrynn's residence when Raymie was not at home, and she helped Wrynn install all the cameras. They were all pinhole cameras, and the oblivious Raymie would never notice.

Qirat didn't stay long after installing the cameras, since she had other engagements.

Wrynn was still laying in bed in the guestroom when Raymie suddenly barged into her room with Yukiye tagging behind him. She didn't have to be told twice that they are here for a reason. She quickly hid her phone in her Jean pockets, cautiously.

“Yukiye Moore, what are you doing here?” Wrynn couldn't help but ask. To worsen it, Raymie held her closer to himself by her waist while she snuggled into him.

“Your home? Soon it won't be.” She said this with a smug smile on her lips.

Seeing that Wrynn didn't react harshly seeing them together, Raymie believed she must have understood their relationship.

Raymie took out a paper from his briefcase and handed it to Wrynn.

“Wrynn, sign it. We're getting divorced.”

Wrynn clenched her fist, but then she couldn't let them see her pain, so she stared at them calmly.

“Raymie, I never knew you were generous enough to seek a divorce.”

Yukiye smiled victoriously, seeing the divorce agreement.

“If you don't sign this agreement today, don't think about leaving this room.Wrynn, we are no longer kids, so let's part ways amicably.”

Wrynn sneered that very instant.

“Go to hell with your amicable parting!”

She snatched the divorce agreement, glanced at its contents hurriedly. She saw that it stated that she must voluntarily give up Wrynn Studio and transfer the legal representative to Raymie, leaving her with nothing.

“Raymie, have you lost your mind? I've worked so hard for many years, and you actually forced me to sign such a divorce agreement for a b***h like her!” Wrynn thundered in rage. This was more than she can take.

When Yukiye heard Wrynn call her a b***h, she quickly stepped forward and slapped Wrynn hard on the face.

“Who are you calling a b***h, Wrynn? How dare you, old hag!”

Wrynn slowly took her hand to her cheek, which had been slapped by Yukiye and smiled.

“Yukiye, do you feel great sleeping with the trash I dumped a long time ago? You sluts and dogs are indeed a perfect match,” Wrynn mocked with a smirk on her face, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth after being slapped.

“You f*****g b***h!” This time it was Raymie who hit Wrynn. He was even more ruthless than Yukiye, kicking her repeatedly until she was unable to move.

Wrynn desperately tried to run outside, but Yukiye came over and pulled her by the hair, which made her wince in pain. She bit Yukiye's hand, causing her to scream in pain.

Seeing this, Raymie grabbed a glass flower vase from the nearby table and fiercely smashed it on Wrynn's head. Wrynn was immediately covered in blood, lying on the ground, unable to move.

“Forget about her, starve her for a few days, and she'll behave,” Yukiye held Raymie's arm and said, “Let's go to our room.”

Only a moment later, Wrynn heard the sounds of moans and groans coming from the adjacent room. She lay on the ground with blood constantly flowing from the corner of her mouth. She wanted to call for help, there's no way she will die here, she cannot let the b***h and bastard rip her off. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she struggled with her hand, which fortunately reached for her pocket. She reached for her phone and tried to dial Qirat's number, but suddenly got a call from an unfamiliar number.