Chapter 1

Right after giving birth, I discovered that the bedroom hidden camera my husband, Ethan, had personally installed was uploading intimate footage of me breastfeeding and changing clothes straight onto a paywalled forum.

Tracking his phone’s GPS to his secret hideout, I heard him tell his mistress with my own ears, "I leaked those clips online just to ruin her reputation. Even if she catches us, she’ll have to shut up and obey me!"

Fifteen years of love, and this was the sick, venomous scheme he gave me in return.

Right then and there, I decided on a divorce. I accepted an offer for a top-tier tech project in California, determined to take my life back.

Daisy POV

"Daisy, your private videos are being leaked on a paywalled forum!"

I had just put the baby to sleep when my phone buzzed. The text from my best friend hit me like a blade straight to the chest.

I’d been recovering at home since the delivery. How could I have possibly filmed anything like that?

A second later, she dropped a link.

The moment I clicked it, the blood in my veins turned to ice.

In crystal-clear HD, strangers were watching me breastfeed my newborn and change my clothes.

A chill crept through my limbs, and my stomach violently churned.

Trembling, I scrolled down to the comments. They crawled across my screen like maggots:

[Her body looks ruined after birth, but that face is still gorgeous.]

[Milf content is the best.]

[Would love to have some real fun with this hot babe.]

There were hundreds of them, vile and utterly filthy.

I covered my mouth and dry-heaved, tears mixing with bile in my throat.

Then I realized something. Every single angle came from the bedroom camera.

The one Ethan had installed himself two weeks ago.

"Let’s put up a camera so I can check on our little girl while I’m at work," he had said.

And now, footage from that very camera was being broadcast to a sick forum?

I dialed Ethan’s number four or five times. He didn't pick up once.

After a three-second pause, I fired up my laptop to trace his phone.

I used to work in big tech. This was child’s play for me.

To my shock, his location wasn't at the research lab. It was pinned at the luxury apartments just a few blocks away.

I filed an online report with cybercrime, pulled the camera's plug, handed my baby to Ethan's mother, and walked out the door.

Outside the apartment unit, before I could even knock, a sultry voice drifted through the door.

"Ethan, if your wife ever finds out you come to see me every single day, wouldn’t she just lose her mind?"

Ethan chuckled, his tone lazy and amused. "She’ll never know. I put a camera in the house. I know her every move. Besides, I leaked the footage onto that forum. Countless men have seen her naked now. Even if she catches us, I’ve got enough leverage to keep her in line."

The woman giggled and wrapped herself around him. The wet sounds of their heavy kissing pierced my ears like needles.

Between ragged breaths, she purred again, "You really are a brilliant professor. Tell me, compared to your boring wife, do I make you feel way better?"

"Don't bring up someone so disgusting right now."

Ethan silenced her with his mouth, and soon, her soft moans echoed into the hallway.

I trembled all over, tears threatening to spill.

I really thought he loved me. I had risked my life to carry his child despite my fragile health.

It was all a lie.

I clamped a hand over my mouth, fighting for air.

Suddenly, my eyes caught a trash bag sitting outside the door.

A supermarket receipt was taped to it: cat food, fruit, rice, body wash.

I froze.

This wasn't some casual fling. Ethan was playing house, living an entirely separate life with another woman.

No wonder he rarely came home lately, always claiming the lab was slammed with work.

He had built a whole new home.

Inside, the woman whined playfully, "When are you going to divorce her and marry me? I want to have your baby too."

A brief silence fell inside the room.

Then Ethan spoke. "What’s so good about having a kid? The stomach gets covered in those hideous stretch marks. I wouldn’t dare put you through that. You just stay pretty for me."

My tears finally broke free. I pressed a hand against my lower belly.

For this child, I had endured hell—stretch marks, severe tears, incontinence... and in exchange, my husband called it "hideous."

Right then, an encrypted email popped up on my phone:

[Daisy, I know you’re still on maternity leave. But Tianchen's new North American project needs you. You’re the only one who can lead it. Will you please reconsider returning?]

HR had sent this email multiple times.

Before, I had naively believed Ethan needed me, so I turned it down again and again.

Now?

I wiped away my tears and typed a swift reply:

[I'm in. I'll fly to California next week to discuss the details.]

There was no way in hell I’d stay with a cheating scumbag, and there was no way I’d let a man like him raise my daughter.

To raise her alone, I needed a career. I needed the power to grind trash like him into the dirt.

I cast one last glance at the closed door, spun on my heel, and walked away.