Chapter 2His Mistress’s Final Message Before Her Wedding

"Besides, is that really atonement? Lily isn't my daughter alone. You're just taking responsibility for your child!"

Liam was always romantic; he often wrote love letters when he was in love.

I used to pretend to dislike them, but secretly, my heart would flutter.

I thought he would only ever love me.

Until one day, while cleaning out of boredom, I found this stack of papers in a box on the bottom shelf of his bookshelf.

In two years, he had written her 600 love letters.

The red rose lace thong Chloe had given him was her response to his affections.

It was like I'd opened Pandora's Box, and the demons inside immediately devoured my soul.

That day, due to extreme emotional distress, I went into premature labor.

Liam still didn't know I'd discovered their secret. He continued to play the role of a tragic, star-crossed lover with Chloe until I finally exposed them.

I had just given birth. I stuffed that thick stack of love letters into my bag and rushed to his company, ready to expose them in front of everyone.

But the receptionist said Liam had taken Chloe out for some purchasing.

A female colleague, seeing me looking weak and exhausted, thought I was just there to bring my husband some documents. She took pity on me and said, "This morning, I heard Mr. Liam tell Chloe he was taking her to the Butterfly Inn."

The last shred of hope shattered, and I didn't care about anything else.

When I arrived at the hotel, the staff thought I was there to cause a scene, so I had no choice but to call the police.

With the police's help, I finally found my husband in a suite, panicked but still tenderly shielding his mistress.

I completely lost it and attacked them both.

I cursed them with every hateful word I knew, taking photos to expose them.

The whole process was surprisingly smooth and not difficult, but it completely drained all my strength.

Liam rubbed his temples, annoyed. "Is this really necessary? Yes, I messed up at the hotel, but our intimacy was limited to that one time. You walked in and ruined everything, so we didn't even finish anything, did we?"

I shot back, "Don't you dare act so righteous about cheating!"

Liam smirked, his voice calm and cruel. "Scarlett, don't you know? The more you make a scene, the more beautiful Chloe becomes in my eyes."

"You could never compare to her. Let's see how long you can keep this up."

My breath hitched, and I stared at him, unblinking.

His emotions finally wavered, but my chest tightened as if a massive stone was crushing it, suffocating me.

The man who once loved me with all his heart was now utterly repulsive.

I had even thought about letting it go.

He had repented, changed, and returned home. We had a newborn daughter.

But this past year, every time he tried to be intimate with me, I would always picture him entwined with Chloe.

I was so disgusted I wanted to throw up.

I couldn't pretend nothing had happened.

The accumulated resentment and fury in my heart finally erupted.

I shrieked, "Then divorce me and marry her! Liam, stop pretending you're some martyr, it makes me sick!"

With that, I picked up the thong and tore it to shreds.

"You pathetic excuse for a human! Both of you are!"

Liam watched my fury with a satisfied smirk, then reached out to wipe away my tears.

"See? You're making yourself such a mess just to get a reaction out of me. Is it worth it?"

"Scarlett, it's over. Why can't you just move on?"