Chapter 3

“Doctor, do it now!”

I barely managed to open my eyes, only to see her face was deathly pale, her lips trembling as she spoke.

I had never seen her so frantic.

Before I could struggle, a thick needle pierced my vein, and pain spread from my arm to my entire body.

Due to excessive blood loss, I quickly lost consciousness.

I don't know how long passed, but I woke up to a sharp, severe pain in my lower body.

“What… what happened to me?”

Seeing the bloody mess below me, a terrible premonition crept into my heart.

After my persistent questioning, the doctor finally spoke with difficulty.

“Mr. Cedric was very angry after learning about your identity and insisted you undergo a vasectomy. Ms. Lester signed the consent form.”

In that instant, I felt the world spin.

Simply because of a petulant remark from Cedric, Lester would go to such an extreme.

I violently vomited a mouthful of blood.

Just then, my phone vibrated frantically.

I opened it and saw an overwhelming torrent of insults.

“Rub yourself with steel wool if you're so desperate. Is another man's wife really that great?”

“These days, affairs are so blatant. Just a few days ago, he was trying to extort money!”

Words like “homewrecker” and “scum” flashed across the screen. I couldn't believe it.

I was Lester's legally recognized husband. Why should I bear such infamy?

I painfully posted my marriage certificate online, detailing the timeline of my relationship with Lester.

To my surprise, someone online circled the seal on my marriage certificate.

“This is clearly fake! What a cunning homewrecker!”

I was too shocked to speak, zooming in to confirm.

The next second, Cedric publicly posted hismarriage certificate online, specifically highlighting its embossed seal.

At the same time, Lester called.

My question blurted out.

“Lester, is his marriage certificate the real one?”

Back then, my mother was gravely ill, and her greatest wish was to see us get married.

We went to City Hall together. She held my hand, solemnly swore, and promised to be with me for life.

Now, she cruelly said:

“I have to give him an explanation. I can't just let him follow me without any status.”

“You're different. You'll stay by my side no matter what. Let's not dwell on these things right now.”

From her end, I heard the sound of things being smashed.

“Cedric is very unstable right now. Quickly apologize to him and admit you're the homewrecker.”

Hearing those words, I was so shocked I was almost breathless.

“I'm the one who's been deceived for five years! Why do you think I would apologize?!”

Lester suddenly sneered on the phone.

“Because your mother is barely alive thanks to my money and medical resources. Think about it!”

The call ended, and I collapsed powerlessly beside the bed.

My mother's illness had recurred repeatedly, with each hospital visit costing tens of thousands.

Lester had covered all her medical expenses, even making time to visit her at the hospital, no matter how busy she was.

“Ethan, don't stress too much. Your mother will get better.”

But now, she was using my only living relative to threaten me.

With injuries all over my body, I checked out of the hospital and desperately searched for work.

When people saw me, they furiously threw trash and vegetable scraps at me.

“Who would hire someone so morally corrupt? Get out!”

“He's promiscuous! Who knows what dirty diseases he might have!”

I had become a rat scurrying across the street, despised by everyone.

The news reached my mother's ears. She called me, her voice weak.

“Don't beg her for my sake again…”

The piercing sound of medical equipment grated on my nerves.

I held back my tears. “Mom, don't worry about me. I have to go now!”

Finally, I found Lester.

Seeing my compromise, the woman smiled with satisfaction and handed me a written statement.

“After you confess to being the homewrecker live, I'll compensate you.”

As soon as she finished speaking, reporters aimed their cameras at me, frantically snapping photos.

I couldn't believe it.

“How is this any different from a public execution?!”

Lester's voice suddenly dropped very low, gentle yet cruel enough.

“If you don't want to go live, that's fine. Then go admit to your mother that you're the homewrecker. Didn't she always hate homewreckers the most?”