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My head was buzzing.
I never imagined these words would come out of the mouth of the man I had loved for five
years.
How could this happen?
Why should I apologize publicly to the other woman, the one who had slapped me?
Didn’t that just confirm the fact that I was the mistress?
I was beaten up like this. Ivy was ruining my reputation, and Dylan did nothing to stop it!
“Dylan, you bast**d! I won’t let you off the hook! I’m releasing the footage right now! I’m the
one who was beaten! I’m the real victim!”
Dylan’s tone suddenly grew serious, with a hint of impatience.
“Eva, I’ve already deleted the footage.”
D*mn it.
I gritted my teeth in anger.
Only Dylan had access to my surveillance account. I had set it up when I adopted a dog,
hoping he could check in on it during his free time.
me!
But he never logged in.
The first time he did, he immediately deleted the evidence of Ivy and her people beating
“Eva, you have no background and no money. You can’t compete with Ivy. Just let her vent
her anger.”
[Even if she is the mistress, barging in like this isn’t right, right?]
Some netizens felt that this wasn’t appropriate.
“Rest assured, everyone! I’m a law–abiding citizen, and I won’t break the law! This house was
bought for the mistress by my husband, so I’m just reclaiming what’s rightfully mine!”
As soon as Ivy said that, more netizens began supporting her.
Just as they were about to start smashing things inside, a group of well–organized police officers appeared.
“You’ve gathered a crowd and unlawfully trespassed into someone’s private property. You’re all going with us to the police station.”
Ivy tried to argue, but seeing dozens of officers standing in front of her, she seemed to lose
her confidence.
“Officer, you must be mistaken…”
“Stop talking nonsense!”
Ivy and her friends were quickly taken away, and the livestream was forced to shut dowr
But the netizens still saw what had happened.
[Holy cr*p! Who called the police? They arrived so fast!]
[Dozens of officers, all trained and carrying guns! Who’s got that kind of power?]
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“You’ve gathered a crowd and unlawfully trespassed into someone’s private property. You’re all going with us to the police station.”
Ivy tried to argue, but seeing dozens of officers standing in front of her, she seemed to lose
her confidence.
“Officer, you must be mistaken…”
“Stop talking nonsense!”
Ivy and her friends were quickly taken away, and the livestream was forced to shut down.
But the netizens still saw what had happened.
[Holy cr*p! Who called the police? They arrived so fast!]
[Dozens of officers, all trained and carrying guns! Who’s got that kind of power?]
[The gossip online is always more exciting than real life!]
Seeing that my house hadn’t been smashed, I let out a sigh of relief.
I knew this was my father’s doing.
This was just the appetizer.
Ivy was detained for a few days, and as soon as she was out, she immediately went live to
clear up the situation.
“It was that mistress who called the cops and tried to frame me! Don’t worry. I will fight for my
rights to the end!”
Then, she deliberately shared the ambiguous messages online, claiming to be the heiress of
the Bates Group and Gael’s daughter.
At first, netizens thought it was just another regular gossip, but they quickly realized it was a
scandal involving a top–tier family.
There were always people trying to ride on my father’s fame every day, but he had never
cared before.
After all, people who tried to ride on the wave always left room for doubt.
If they got caught, they could still argue their way out of it.
But this time, my father directly issued a lawyer’s letter online.
“I don’t know her.”
That same day, the police also released a statement, tagging Ivy and asking her to come to
the station.
And then… she was taken in.
Netizens mocked her.
I seized the attention, releasing the property deed for my house, as well as Dylan’s marriage
certificate and our chat screenshots.
The netizens were furious as they saw Dylan brainwashing me to stay home and take cc [ the family while keeping an ambiguous relationship with ivy.
What was supposed to be a glamorous scandal now exposed all the ugly truths under the sunlight.
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Dylan became a street rat, and everyone wanted him gone, just like how they once treated
He sent me a long message, asking me to clear his name.
But the truth was, it wasn’t them who had been targeting or bullying me, not the other way.
Dylan did delete the surveillance footage at home, but my dad had it restored by top
hackers.
I threw out the video of me being beaten.
Normally, the authorities would suppress this kind of footage, but instead of hiding it, they
actually shared it as a warning!
The internet went wild!
[Oh my god, this woman tricked us!]
[She’s the mistress but accuses others of being one! She used us to attack someone else! And she was so vicious! Who’s protecting her?]
[This is the first time I’ve seen the original wife being dragged into the mistress hunt! And they even beat her into the hospital!]
I followed up with the hospital’s diagnosis report.
My face had been slapped dozens of times and then scalded with hot water. It was swollen
beyond recognition.
My eye had been smashed with a high heel, swollen to the size of a bun, but thankfully, I didn’t lose my sight.
My right hand was crushed. I would never be able to lift anything heavy again.
Three of my ribs were broken, and my body had injuries everywhere.
There wasn’t a single part that was unhurt.
This case shocked the entire nation.
All the people who had criticized me came back to apologize, even donating money, flowers, and food. But they couldn’t find any of my personal details.
It was midnight in an abandoned factory on the outskirts.
I sat in a wheelchair, with my dad pushing me from behind.
And Ivy… her hair disheveled, trembling like a bird, kneeling in front of me.
And Dylan, furious, shouted at Ivy, “Didn’t you say you were the heiress to the Bates Group,
that your dad is Mr. Bates? You liar! How dare you deceive me!”
“You’re the one who clung to powerful people! How dare you accuse me? If it weren’t for you, would I have ended up like this?”
There was no more sweetness between them now.
They were blaming each other.
When they saw me, both of their eyes widened.
I waved my hand, and one of my bodyguards threw someone out of a burlap sack.
Ivy screamed, “Dad, why are you here?”
Dylan shouted “Mr Rates you were
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Ivy screamed, “Dad, why are you here?”
Dylan shouted, “Mr. Bates, you were kidnapped too?”
The man called “Mr. Bates” trembled and knelt in front of me, kowtowing repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.
“Mr. Bates, I know I was wrong. Please, spare me!”
He turned to Dylan and explained, “I’m not Mr. Bates. I’m just Mr. Bates‘ driver.”
Dylan was shocked. Mr. Bates, whom he had always admired, was just a driver.
And behind me, the man with graying hair was the real Mr. Bates.
“The harm done to my daughter, I will make you pay back a hundred times over. John, you
stay here and watch them suffer.”
John was so scared he pissed himself and collapsed on the floor.
My dad had hired professional torturers to make Ivy and Dylan pay for what they did, multiplying the pain shown in the surveillance footage.
They screamed and cried all night long.
By morning, I looked at my dad’s graying hair with a twinge of sadness.
All these years, I had been stubborn and distant from him. This quiet man had turned gray overnight after watching the footage.
Only then did I realize how much he truly loved me?
With the evidence clear, my dad hired the best lawyers. By the time we went to court, I had already recovered most of my injuries.
When I saw Dylan and Ivy, they had dazed looks on their faces, muttering the same words. “Jail is better. In jail… we won’t be tortured anymore…”
The online outrage, plus the torture from that night, had broken them. They foolishly thought that prison would free them.
The final verdict came out.
Ivy was sentenced to 12 years in prison.
Dylan got 8 years.
I walked over to them and softly said, “After you’re in prison, I’ve got a little gift for you.
Consider it… a wedding present!”
Dylan and Ivy trembled, screaming in fear.
But the police immediately stopped them.
That was right.
I had already filed for divorce.
After everything was settled, I went abroad for psychological treatment.
Once I recovered, I returned home and stayed by my dad’s side, the only family I had left.
Time passed quickly. With my dad’s guidance, I became a rising business star.
And as for Ivy, Dylan, and me… the story wasn’t over.
I would show them with no mercy and no peace.
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