My Husband Left Me at an Accident on our Anniversary

It was our fifth wedding anniversary when I discovered it—my husband, Kyson Lazenberg, was cheating on me.

That day, we had agreed to celebrate at the most expensive restaurant in the city. But on the way there, with my fourmonth pregnancy, I got into a car accident. Blood poured out of me like a river.

When I was rushed to the hospital, I grabbed the doctor’s hand and begged him desperately.

“Please… please save my baby. He’s only four months old…”

But the doctor’s expression turned grave. “Ma’am, there’s no child in your womb. Please, you need to calm down!”

I froze, disbelief crashing over me. My hands trembled as I dialed Kyson’s number.

The call connected, but before I could say a word, his voice lashed out like a whip.

“Ever since you got pregnant, you’ve become unbearably clingy. Can’t you learn to be a little more independent?”

And with that, he hung up.

I stared at the phone in shock. No matter how many times I called back, the line didn’t go through again.

Clenching my jaw against the pain, I forced myself to sit up and sign the surgical consent form. Just before they wheeled me into the operating room, I opened my phone. And my world shattered all over again.

On Facebook, I saw two photos from the daughter of my husband’s mentor.

The first was a photo of her hand interlocked with a man’s.

The second photo was a pregnancy report.

Her caption read: [Thank you for coming into my life… and for giving me an angel to protect.]

The man in that picture was none other than my husband, who had left me just before the crash!

As if that wasn’t enough, a message from his mistress popped up on the screen.

[It’s such a shame to give my little angel to you. After all, you’re just a woman faking pregnancy. Your husband has always been by my side. Isn’t it time you divorce him?]

The words cut through me like glass lodged in my throat. My hands trembled as I typed a single message to my father.

[Dad, I’m ready to come home… and to destroy the Lazenbergs.]

If my marriage with Kyson had been a lie from the very beginning, then I would make sure that liar paid the price!

1

Geena’s POV

I hadn’t even calmed down when a syringe of anesthesia was plunged straight into my vein.

Through the haze of drowsiness, I saw Kyson walk in. His face was cold, his gaze sharp as he looked at my halfconscious state.

Without the slightest hesitation, he ordered the doctor, “Arrange for her to have an IUD surgery. When she wakes up, tell her the baby is still there.”

The doctor frowned deeply at his words.

“Sir, your wife has just been in a car accident. I don’t know why you’re lying to her about being pregnant, but right now, her body absolutely cannot undergo an IUD surgery.”

On the phone, Kyson’s voice remained like ice.

“Think about your child. Put away your misplaced sympathy, Doctor. Even without a baby, Geena will still be my wife. But my mentor doesn’t have time to wait any longer.”

He paused, then added with cruel clarity, “Madz is already carrying my child. I have to take responsibility for her. Geena must not get pregnant during this time.”

“But…” The doctor tried to argue, only to be cut off mercilessly.

“No buts. Do as I say.”

With that, he hung up without the slightest hesitation.

The doctor stood rooted to the spot, silent for a long while. Finally, gritting his teeth, he pushed me toward the operating room.

The anesthesia began to take full effect, blurring my vision. Just before I slipped into unconsciousness, a memory surged back.

Half a year ago, after visiting his gravely ill mentor, Kyson had returned home unusually silent. After my repeated questions, he sighed and finally confessed.

“Geena, Mr. Pankey doesn’t have much time left. His dying wish is for Madz to have a child.”

I hadn’t even processed what he meant before he spilled everything in one breath.

“Madz said she can’t find another man, so she came to me. My mentor showed me great kindness back then. I can’t refuse him.”

My face turned pale as the truth sank in.

“You want to have a child with Madz? Fine. Then we can divorce.”

Even though my heart felt like it was being ripped apart, I said it firmly.

Alarmed, Kyson quickly tried to explain.

“Geena, you misunderstand. It’s only through IVF. I won’t have a physical relationship with Madz. Mr. Pankey is on his deathbed. His greatest wish is to see her with a child of her own. Can you really bear to let him leave with regret?”

I stared at his selfrighteous face, exhausted, and closed my eyes.

“No, Kyson. I don’t agree. Don’t you see how absurd this is? If Madz wants a child, she can go through IVF herself—or find another way. Why does it have to be you? We don’t even have children of our own, and yet you want to give her one first?

“I can’t accept this. If you insist, then we should divorce.”

I turned to leave, but he rushed to block me, pulling me tightly into his arms.

“No! I don’t want us to divorce. I won’t have a child with Madz. Geena, I was wrong. Please, don’t go.”

His desperate apologies broke down my defenses, and in the end, I forgave him.

Now, lying here, I finally understood—perhaps back then, Kyson had already been testing me. After that, he made a child with Madz behind my back.

The thought tore me apart. Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes as the doctor let out a helpless sigh. Then, darkness swallowed me whole.

When I woke up, my hand instinctively went to my belly. Under my fingertips was a jagged, uneven scar.

The IUD surgery had been done.

A strangled sob tore out of my throat. I cried until I was empty, and when I finally calmed, I picked up my phone and no longer hesitated.

“Dad,” I said hoarsely, “I’ve decided. I’ll return to take over the family Company, and I’ll find the right person to bear its heir.”

On the other end, Dad’s voice carried a rare smile of satisfaction.

“Good. I’ll give you seven days to settle things here. Kyson is not a man worthy of you. Returning to inherit the company is your wisest choice. My daughter, Geena, was never meant to be blinded by love.”

Remembering everything Kyson had done to me, I gripped the phone so tightly my knuckles turned pale. My voice trembled but was sharp with resolve.

“I’ll bring all of Lazenberg Corporation’s documents back with me. Then, within six months, I’ll devour it completely.”

Kyson had lied to me. He had done something unforgivable.

Not only could I never forgive him. I also wanted to drag him and Madz straight to hell by myself!

On the other end of the line, Dad’s praise rang with pride. He even promised that once I returned, all of Crutchfield Company’s shares would be transferred under my name.

“Alright, Dad. I’ll see you in seven days.”

After saying that, I was about to hang up when a voice suddenly spoke from behind me.

“Honey? Who are you meeting in seven days?”

2

Geena’s POV

Kyson looked at me with doubt in his eyes, but deep inside, I caught a flicker of panic.

I didn’t answer him directly. Instead, I asked in a calm voice, “When I was in surgery, where did you go? And why did you sound so irritable when I called you?”

My questions made his face instantly darken with guilt. He pulled me into his arms, holding my shoulders as if they were fragile. His voice was choked with emotion.

“I’m sorry, honey. Something happened at the company, and I couldn’t control my emotions. Please forgive me.”

He gently took my hand, his eyes brimming with a love that seemed ready to spill over.

“I never expected you would be in danger. Thank God our child is safe… Otherwise, I would’ve rather left this world with the both of you.”

As he spoke, teardrops slid down, landing on me.

In the past, my heart would have ached unbearably at the sight. No matter what had happened, I would’ve forgiven him. But now, I only stared back with a blank expression.

“Kyson,” I said slowly, “do you still remember our prenuptial agreement?”

He clearly hadn’t expected that question. His eyes steadied, and he replied with gentle assurance,

“Of course, honey, I remember. Don’t worry. I would never betray you. You and our child… Neither you nor the child will ever leave me.”

As he spoke, his hand drifted softly to my belly, his lips curving in a smile.

I shifted ever so slightly, avoiding his touch.

The pause in his movements told me he noticed. His brows furrowed.

“Honey… what’s wrong?”

I hadn’t even decided how to brush him off when his phone rang.

His expression tensed. Without hesitation, he declined the call. But within moments, the phone buzzed again and again.

Though he tried to hide it, I caught a clear glimpse of the caller’s name.

[Madz]

But I didn’t confront him. I only watched him, cold and silent, as he continued his little performance in front of me.

The calls kept coming, one after another. In the end, his expression shifted into visible worry.

“Honey,” he said carefully, “it might be something urgent at the company. I should check on it. Would that be alright?”

I nodded, calm and unbothered.

In the next instant, he bolted like an arrow loosed from its string.

Once his figure disappeared completely, I tidied myself up and followed after him.

On the way, I counted—he ran through ten red lights in his rush to get there. Whatever Madz had said on the phone, it had shaken him completely.

When we finally arrived, I watched as he jumped out of the car and hurried straight into an apartment building, moving like he knew the place by heart.

I trailed close behind.

The next moment, a pair of delicate hands reached out from the open doorway, curling around his neck.

“Kyson! Finally, you’re here. My belly… It hurts so much…” Madz’s voice dripped with false sweetness.

Her red lips smeared kisses all over his face, leaving behind countless marks.

Hearing her words, Kyson panicked.

“What’s wrong? Did Victor act up again? Let me see.”

At that name, my heart clenched.

Victor…

That was the very name Kyson once whispered to me in our most intimate moments, saying he hoped our child would grow up with great ambition. “V” was the nickname he had chosen.

But now I realized—it was never meant for our child at all. It was for theirs.

After a quick check, he found nothing wrong with her, yet he still pulled her along.

“Come on, let’s go to the hospital.”

But Madz’s hand slipped inside his shirt, her tone dripping with seduction.

“Kyson, as long as you’re here, I feel fine. Ever since I got pregnant with Victor, you haven’t touched me at all… Don’t you… want me?”

Her sultry voice lingered in the air, lips brushing against his ear.

Having been with him for years, I recognized instantly the moment he lost control.

He pulled her close, his voice low and hoarse.

“Don’t mess around. Right now, Victor comes first. But once you’ve given birth, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”

As he spoke, he thrust his hips against her, making her gasp and moan.

Watching them tangled together, my nails dug deep into my palms.

Then, suddenly, a tap landed on my shoulder.

Startled, I spun around, only to see an old woman standing there. She winked at me, whispering, “That young couple moved in two years ago. Every night, they go at it so loud the whole building blushes from it.”

She chuckled, adding, “Well, young people are full of energy, and their married life is really good. Ever since his wife got pregnant, though, we haven’t heard those noises anymore.”

Just like that, everything clicked.

Kyson and Madz had been entangled long before this!

The socalled IVF was nothing but a lie!

God knows how many times they had already been together behind my back!

Madz tugged on Kyson’s arm, trying to pull him inside. But then she froze, as if a thought had struck her. Her voice faltered.

“Kyson… What if Geena finds out the truth? What if she realizes she was never pregnant at all, that everything was fabricated by you? Wouldn’t she lose her mind? If it were just me, I could bear it… but Dad’s health isn’t good. If something happens…”

She trailed off, fear flashing in her eyes as she clung to him tightly.

Kyson wrapped her firmly in his arms, his tone cruel yet reassuring.

“Don’t worry. Geena will never know. I already arranged a uterine implant surgery for her. If she had agreed to do IVF with us in the first place, none of this would’ve happened. This is her own doing. And if she dares to lay a finger on you, I won’t let her off.”

Hearing my name in his mouth, laced with such malice, I realized I had never truly seen this man for who he was.

He lied to me. He betrayed me. And now he wanted to harm me.

But no one could hurt me and walk away unscathed!

I swore—Kyson would pay the price!

With that promise, my gaze hardened with resolve.

3

Geena’s POV

When I got home, I did two things.

First, I took out the prenuptial agreement Kyson had signed before our marriage.

It clearly stated that if he ever cheated, our marriage would be nullified, and he would walk away with nothing.

Of course, I knew that him leaving with nothing was unrealistic.

But with this agreement, plus the evidence of his affair, I could at least secure the majority of the assets.

That would be my first act of revenge against Kyson.

The second thing I did was erase every trace of the love we once shared.

The wedding photos—I cut them up.

The little ceramic figurines we made together—I smashed them.

The preserved flower he had crafted by hand—I snapped it in half and tossed it into the fire.

As for all the luxury gifts he had given me, I listed every last one of them on a resale site.

By the time I was done clearing everything out, Kyson finally returned to the villa.

When he saw me sitting calmly on the couch, his brows knit together.

Then, with the heavy scent of perfume clinging to him, he stepped closer.

“Honey, why are you home so soon? Didn’t the doctor say you needed to stay longer at the hospital?” he asked.

I quietly raised the book in my hand, placing it between us like a barrier.

“Resting at home is better for me,” I replied flatly.

He frowned again and reached out, trying to touch my face.

But I turned away.

For a moment, he froze. Then he sighed, speaking softly, “Geena, you’ve been so cold these past two days. Are you still upset about the accident? I’m sorry.”

He was coaxing me the same way he always did whenever we quarreled.

But this time, my heart felt nothing.

“Your perfume is too strong. I don’t like it,” I said evenly.

His gaze darkened. He lowered his head slightly, realizing the scent was indeed overpowering. A moment later, he softened his voice.

“I’m sorry, honey. You know how business dinners are—these things can’t be avoided. I just sat too close to someone, that’s all. Look, I’ll shower right away. But before that, I brought you a necklace and some stuff for our little V.”

He beamed as he lifted a few baby items, all top designer brands.

Then he handed me a necklace.

Unlike the baby supplies, the necklace looked strikingly cheap.

One glance, and I recognized it as a complimentary gift from a luxury brand.

He really didn’t need to make it so obvious.

It wasn’t hard to guess whose idea this little trick was.

I set the necklace aside carelessly, showing no anger.

Then I opened my Facebook feed. And sure enough, there it was.

Madz’s new post was a photo of an expensive designer necklace.

[Someone gave me this necklace. I really love it. It’s just a shame he took the complimentary one away. Oh well. I guess some people are only fit for freebies.]

I let out a cold laugh and gave the post a like.

Not long after, that bitch deleted it.

Kyson, oblivious to the silent duel between his wife and his other woman, busied himself with his things before heading to the bathroom.

I simply stared at the back of his neck, where a lipstickstained kiss mark was still clearly visible—a blatant mark of his mistress’s provocation.

That night, Kyson lit a candle beside my bed with practiced ease.

As the fragrance drifted through the room, I suddenly saw an illusion—Madz standing smugly at his side, clinging to him with mockery in her eyes.

In an instant, my stomach churned with nausea at the thought.

Before discovering the truth, I never doubted the candle. I only thought pregnancy had blessed me with unusually good sleep.

But now…

I turned and slipped into the bathroom.

When I came out again, I lay down quietly on the bed, pretending to drift into slumber.

As expected, Kyson didn’t suspect a thing.

The moment he saw me settle in, he grabbed his coat and slipped out of the bedroom in a rush.

I opened my eyes the second his silhouette vanished and followed him silently.

The route was all too familiar.

Sure enough, we ended up at that same apartment.

The door opened, and Madz rushed out eagerly, throwing her arms around him.

“If only I could live closer to you…” she said sweetly. “That way you wouldn’t have to sneak out every night.”

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her cheek again and again, his voice hoarse with desire.

“I worry about you and the baby. In a few days, I’ll buy you a place near the villa. Then you can move in.”

“But… what if Geena finds out?” she asked, feigning worry. But I caught the triumphant gleam in her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Kyson soothed, patting her head. “That candle she smells when she goes to bed was specially made by someone I hired. She’ll never know.”

At that, Madz giggled and leaned closer.

“The lingerie you like—I’m wearing it underneath. Tonight, I’ll make you very happy…”

With that, she tugged playfully at his tie, dragging him inside.

Soon, the apartment echoed with her moans and his ragged breaths.

Just like the neighbor downstairs had told me—it was loud and unmistakable.

So that was it.

The candle he lit every night was nothing more than a smokescreen, a way to keep me asleep while he slipped out to cheat with her!

And now, he even planned to move her nearby for convenience!

I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached, hatred boiling in my chest.

After saving the photos and recordings I had just captured, I turned back toward the villa.

When the day came for me to leave, I would gather every shred of evidence—and deliver it all to Kyson as my big final “gift.”

4

Geena’s POV

At dawn the next morning, Kyson slipped quietly back into the villa.

I didn’t expose him. Instead, I lay still in bed, silently turning over in my mind what else I had left undone.

When I woke up again, Kyson was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Since the day I married him, he had made breakfast for me with his own hands every single morning. That habit hadn’t changed, even now.

“Honey,” he said cheerfully, setting a steaming bowl on the table, “I made your favorite soup today. Come try it while it’s warm.”

His smiling face flashed before me. And suddenly, I recalled the words of that old woman I’d overheard yesterday.

“The man from this apartment brings breakfast for his wife every morning before going to work. His wife must really be happy.”

Looking at the breakfast in front of me, I finally understood everything.

This socalled gesture of love had long ago been divided and shared—with his mistress.

I pushed the bowl aside and instead twisted open a bottle of milk.

A faint unease flickered in Kyson’s chest.

“Honey, why aren’t you eating?”

“I don’t have much of an appetite,” I replied casually, my tone light. “Probably just morning sickness.”

I brushed him off, not wanting to talk more.

He sensed something wasn’t right but didn’t press. His expression wavered with hesitation before he spoke again.

“Honey, today’s the family gathering at the old estate. Come back with me.”

I opened my mouth to refuse, but the resolute look in his eyes made me swallow my words. In the end, I simply lowered my gaze and nodded.

His parents’ estate was bustling with unusual excitement that day.

I hadn’t expected so many people to be present.

Only when we entered the grand hall did I see her—Madz.

She stood there brazenly, her baby bump on display, right at my motherinlaw’s side. The butler and maids treated her with a respect and affection that made it clear this wasn’t her first visit.

When Lola saw me, she didn’t show even a flicker of guilt. Instead, she protectively pulled Madz behind her, as if shielding her from me—like I was the one who might cause harm.

It turned out everyone already knew Madz was carrying Kyson’s child. And yet, they all hid the truth from me.

My lips curled into a mocking smile as I met their eyes.

That expression alone was enough to break Lola’s patience. Unable to openly acknowledge Madz’s presence, she vented her anger another way.

“What a curse from the heavens,” she spat bitterly, “that our Kyson married such a woman. Five years of marriage and still no child—and now she can’t even greet her inlaws properly? No manners, no shame!”

Kyson’s face tightened with frustration.

“Mom! Don’t say that. Geena is pregnant now, isn’t she?”

Lola let out a sharp laugh, her gaze stabbing toward my belly with scorn.

“A sham like her could never give birth to anything worthy.”

Kyson’s brows furrowed tightly. “Mom, that’s enough.” His voice carried warning.

Only then did she fall silent, though her eyes glinted with venom when she saw him still defending me.

Meanwhile, Madz had slipped to the edge of the gathering. Someone was pestering her, and when her eyes reddened, she cast a desperate look at Kyson.

He couldn’t resist.

Grabbing my arm hard, he shoved me down onto the couch, ignoring my struggles.

“Geena, stay here. If anything happens to Madz in this house, it’ll stain my family’s reputation. I’m only doing this for my family’s sake.”

Without waiting for my reply, he rushed to Madz’s side.

Lola turned back to me, her tone dripping with contempt.

“See? You can’t bear a child, and now you’ve proven you’re dimwitted, too. What a fool.”

Satisfied with her insult, she swept away.

The surrounding guests had noticed Kyson’s actions and began whispering.

“Kyson always protects his wife—who’d dare harass her? That man must be blind to flirt with his wife of all people.”

The man’s companion shot me a cautious glance and corrected his friend softly. “You’ve got it wrong. That’s not his wife. His wife is the one sitting on the couch over there.”

The two exchanged a meaningful look before moving away.

It was then that Madz approached me directly.

With a smug smile, she pointed at her belly. “Do you know whose child this is? Of course, you do. You saw it yourself that day.”

A laugh burst from my lips, sharp and cold.

“Oh, Madz, you’re just a mistress—and yet you dare flaunt yourself before me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll drag you down with me and make you taste the pain I’ve suffered?”

As I spoke, I thrust my hands forward as if to push her.

I hadn’t even touched her when her face paled, her eyes blazing with spite. In the next second, she collapsed to the floor, tears brimming as she wailed.

“Geena! What are you doing?” Kyson rushed over, shoving me aside and carefully lifting Madz into his arms. He looked at me with utter disappointment. “Geena, you’ve really let me down.”

Tears streaked down Madz’s cheeks as she shook her head.

“Kyson, don’t… Don’t blame her. She only acted out of jealousy because you stood up for me earlier. As long as the baby’s safe, I don’t mind.”

That manipulative bitch even gasped in pain and clutched her belly.

Disgust churned inside me as I watched their little performance. I raised my hand and slapped Madz hard across the face.

“Drop the act! If I’d really pushed you, you’d already be in the hospital by now. And you wouldn’t have the chance to put on a show here!”

Kyson hadn’t expected me to do it. In an instant, fury erupted in his eyes.

“Geena! You’ve gone too far. I have to teach you a lesson.”

He stood abruptly, signaling for the bodyguards to seize me.

Just then, his mother appeared again. When she saw Madz clinging to her belly, Lola’s fury exploded.

“She’s right! That wretch needs to be taught a lesson. Bring out the family law!”

Panic flashed through Kyson’s gaze. He instinctively moved to shield me—but Madz tugged at his sleeve, anchoring him.

At last, he shut his eyes tight, and when he spoke again, his voice was heavy with conflicted emotion.

“Geena, Mom’s right. You need to be disciplined.”

I fought desperately, but still they bound me and hung me from the great tree in front of the estate.

Guests who hadn’t yet left watched me with curious, uneasy eyes.

Kyson ignored them all, staring at me coldly.

“Geena, apologize to Madz now, and you’ll be spared some lashes.”

I glared back at him, my eyes burning with fury.

“I told you, Kyson, it wasn't me! You could check the security cameras if you cared to!”

For a brief moment, his eyes wavered. But when he glanced toward Madz, who was being tended to nearby, his resolve hardened.

And just like that, he gave the signal.

The first lash split open my back, fire searing through flesh.

I clenched my teeth, refusing to utter a sound, refusing to confess no matter how many times he demanded it.

Each strike grew heavier, more merciless.

In the end, my body gave out. Darkness swallowed me whole.

And just before I lost consciousness, I caught one last glimpse of Kyson—rushing toward me, panic etched across his face.

5

Geena’s POV

When I woke up again, I found myself hanging from the tree in the old estate.

After seeing me awake, the bodyguard beside me expressionlessly untied the rope on my hands and let me down.

“Ma’am, Sir Kyson instructed me to tell you that he doesn’t wish for such things to happen again. Otherwise, it won’t be so easy to let you go in the future.”

Future? I let out a cold laugh.

There would be no “future” between Kyson and me.

When I returned to the villa, he sent me a few text messages, asking if I was alright.

But after I didn’t reply, he stopped.

For the next few days, he never showed up in front of me again. I no longer cared where he went. Instead, I used the time before leaving to quietly collect documents about his family—along with the evidence he and Madz had once sent me.

The day before my departure, Madz sent me a message.

[Do you know where Kyson has been these past few days? If you come out right now, I’ll tell you everything—the whole truth.]

Her words had no effect on me.

What I didn’t expect was that an hour later, a masked man would suddenly break in and knock me unconscious.

When I woke up again, both Madz and I were tied up at the edge of a cliff.

Kyson stood in front of the masked kidnapper, his face full of terror.

“Let them go!” Kyson shouted, his voice shaking. “No matter how much money you want, I’ll give it to you!”

The kidnapper sneered.

“I’m a professional. I have my code. Besides, who says you’ll even be able to pay me?”

As he said this, his eyes flicked toward me in a strange, deliberate way.

Madz noticed it too. Tears welled in her eyes as she quickly cried out, “Geena, I know you still hate me for what happened at the old estate, but please—at least wait until I give birth. After that, you can do whatever you want with me, but not now.”

Then she turned her tearful gaze toward Kyson, pleading desperately.

“Kyson, I know you’ll choose Geena, and I won’t ask for more. I just beg you for one thing—please, save my baby!”

As she spoke, she struggled against the ropes on her wrists as if preparing to throw herself off the cliff.

At that moment, everything became clear to me.

The message that lured me out… The ambiguous glance from the kidnapper.

Madz wanted to frame me for this kidnapping!

“Bitch, you’re insane!” I spat through gritted teeth.

But Kyson was already blinded by the scene before him—or maybe, deep down, he had only ever wanted to choose Madz.

He gave me one disappointed look and said coldly, “Geena, I told you already—the incident at the old estate was your fault. There’s nothing between Madz and me. The only one I love is you. You don’t need to use something like this to prove yourself.”

The masked man suddenly slapped Madz hard across the face and barked, “Enough! Make your choice! Which woman do you want? Delay any longer, and I’ll throw both of them down!”

The next second, he shoved at Madz’s bindings, forcing her a full step closer to the cliff’s edge.

She teetered there, on the verge of falling, and Kyson’s expression twisted with panic.

After a painful pause, he looked at me one last time. His voice was hoarse as he roared, “I choose her!”

His finger... pointed straight at his mistress.

The kidnapper raised a brow, then glanced at me again before finally releasing her.

Kyson rushed forward, pulling Madz tightly into his arms. His expression was complicated as he looked back at me.

But the kidnapper had already stopped moving. He clearly had no intention of pushing me over.

That only seemed to confirm Kyson’s suspicions.

“Geena,” he said firmly, “I don’t ever want something like this happening again. When you come back, you’d better apologize to Madz. If you refuse… then don’t bother coming back at all.”

With that, his face hardened. Holding Madz close, he turned and walked away without hesitation.

Once Kyson had disappeared, the kidnapper pulled out his phone, grinning with glee.

“Jackpot.” He burst into laughter. “After I throw this woman down, it’ll all be over!”

While he was lost in his excitement, I quietly edged backward, step by step.

He noticed almost immediately. His face twisted with rage.

“Where do you think you’re going? Your husband doesn’t love you anymore. He doesn’t even trust you. What’s the point of staying alive? You might as well let me do you the favor of ending it.”

With that, he lunged at me.

But at the very last second, the police—finally arriving, though late—pulled me safely behind them.

By the time everything ended, I dragged my battered, aching body back to the villa.

Kyson and Madz would not be here.

I gathered every last document, then carefully packed the “grand gift” I had prepared into a box I’d set aside long ago.

After one final look at the place I had once naively called home, I turned and walked away without hesitation.

Outside, the people Dad had arranged were already waiting. Once I got into the car, I tapped out a message on my phone.

[Kyson, the gift I prepared for you will be waiting when you return.]

Just then, his mistress began sending me photo after photo—each one showing her and Kyson in passionate embraces.

I let out another cold laugh and forwarded the images to my family’s lawyer.

Then I snapped my SIM card in half and tossed it out the car window.

Very soon, these photos and the rest of the evidence would fuel my revenge.

I’m going home.

As for Kyson and Madz—what they owe us, I’ll make them pay back with interest.