Selena burst into the room in tears. “Ariana, I was trying to save Ethan, not intentionally hurt you.

“As long as you two can live happily together, I’m willing to go to prison.”

Ethan saw his goddess crying and immediately wrapped his arms around her right in front of me. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you go to prison.”

“I’ll sacrifice everything to protect your safety. You’re the only one who loves me; she wants to kill me.”

I stared at them coldly. “Yes, Ethan, I no longer love you, I hate you to death.”

“Get out. Seeing you makes me want to vomit.”

Ethan put on an expression as though he were the most wronged man in the world. “Ariana, you’ve fallen in love with someone else and plotted to harm me, your own husband.”

“Fine, fine. If you insist on divorcing me, I’ll grant your wish.”

Seeing him twist the truth so shamelessly, I didn’t waste my breath arguing. I simply called the nurse and had them both removed.

“Ethan, let’s go,” Selena said softly.

“Your wife’s heart isn’t with you anymore. All she wants is the money, your hard-earned money. You can’t just give it to her.” Selena clung to Ethan like a ragdoll, limp in his arms.

They put on their little display of affection right in front of me. Only after the nurse kicked them out could I finally breathe freely.

My phone was linked to our home surveillance system. I had secretly turned on the recording when they weren’t paying attention.

I usually just do a bit of social media work while caring for my child, but I’ve gathered over ten thousand followers. Now, after a quick edit, I uploaded the footage.

The video of my husband defending the mistress who stabbed his wife went viral.

Only this way could I have any chance of winning, otherwise, the Blackthorn Family would swallow me whole.

My daughter was already in the care of a trusted friend.

Now, I was a warrior, fighting for my future and for my daughter’s life.

Mason, a popular influencer with over a million followers and a close friend, offered his help. He came to the hospital and asked, “Why are you and your husband getting a divorce?”

I knew he was trying to help me. He zoomed in on the doll in the video to make sure it was clear and asked, “Have you ever seen such a beautiful doll?”

Mason’s eyes widened. “He likes to play with silicone dolls? That… might be a problem.”

“Yes. It’s a silicone doll made in the image of his goddess,” I said.

“We haven’t had sex. Our daughter is a test-tube baby.” My mother-in-law once told me, Men are for living with—as long as they can earn money, that’s enough.”

“Men in his family have genetic issues in certain areas. But I’ve seen him in the studio, he can be a real man with no issues at all.” I closed my eyes, tears of humiliation burning my cheeks.

Mason was speechless. “Sister, don’t be sad. You’re attractive. You don’t need just one man.”

“I’ll introduce you to someone a hundred times better than that pervert Ethan.”

Within three days, Ethan’s entire family and Selena had “blazed up.”

Ethan stormed into my hospital room, tearing at my clothes like a madman. “Ariana, you just have to be a slut, don’t you?”

I fought him with everything I had, but my wound split open again, blood gushing out.

He panted like a wild beast, pouring his rage into me.

At the crucial moment, he couldn’t perform.

“Hahaha!”

I laughed through my tears, feeling a rush of relief, at least I had survived this.

Good. He couldn’t perform.

“Ariana, it’s all your fault I can’t perform,” he growled.

“You selfishly filed for divorce, leaving our daughter without a father. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be a mother.

“Custody? I’ll never give it to you. Just wait and see.” Ethan’s teeth clenched, his words dripping with spite.

“Then I’ll sue you for attempted rape.”

From the moment I posted that video, I never had any intention of reconciling.

I would fight them to the very end and not give up an inch.

“Ariana, do you believe I’ll kill you?” Ethan’s voice was laced with fury as he grabbed my neck, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

My vision began to darken and just as I was about to suffocate, Selena wrapped her arms around Ethan’s waist and pulled him back.

With that single action, he obediently released me and his body showed an unmistakable reaction.

I couldn’t hold back the coughing or the tears that followed, the weight of years of a bitter marriage pressing down on me.

“Ariana, you only care about your own happiness,” Selena accused, her tone laced with condemnation. “You want a divorce and now you’ve pushed me and Ethan to the brink of death.”

“He hasn’t eaten or drunk anything for days. He’s lost so much weight, can’t you see that?” She looked at me with a strange mixture of pity and resentment.

I gave her a mocking look. “Selena, do you want us to divorce or not?”

She froze, glancing between Ethan and me without saying a word.

“Divorce. I agree to divorce,”

Ethan finally said. “But you must go live and publicly clear my name with Selena and you will leave with nothing.” His gaze was sharp, his true nature laid bare.

“Ethan, you’re shameless. Utterly despicable.” I must have been blind to marry into this family, giving him the chance to use our daughter as a bargaining chip.

“You don’t have a stable job, you won’t get custody of our daughter,” he threatened.

“Ariana, do you choose the child or the property?” Ethan’s cold, ruthless stare pinned me in place, confidence radiating from his eyes.

My mother-in-law burst in, holding my daughter tightly. “A woman who doesn’t want her own child is worse than an animal.

“She’s the Blackthorn Family’s child, yet you left her in the care of a stranger, how heartless can you be?”

A friend trailed in behind her, her hair disheveled and face bruised. “Ariana, I’m sorry. Emily had a fever, so I brought her to the hospital and ended up running into them.”

“Mom, I’m scared.” My daughter’s tear-filled eyes found mine and she began struggling and crying even harder.

My mother-in-law held her tighter, refusing to let her come to me.

“This is the daughter you carried for ten months, enduring hundreds of injections. How can you abandon her?” Ethan’s gaze bored into mine, demanding an answer.

I stayed silent. I didn’t have the strength to hold her, nor could I answer.

Without my comfort, my daughter cried until she vomited and convulsed. Disgusted by the mess, my mother-in-law shoved her toward me. “You heartless woman, clean the child up immediately.”

“What do you expect me to do? Her father is here, he’s not dead. As long as you agree to the divorce, I can go live.” All I could do was squeeze my daughter’s tiny hand, guilt flooding my chest.

Ethan’s voice thundered, “The child is this sick and all you can think about is divorce? You’re truly a cold-blooded woman.”

In the end, his entire family left and my daughter was taken to the hospital by my friend.

But Ethan wasn’t finished. He maliciously edited a video of our conversation and posted it online.

Overnight, I became the cold-hearted mother who ignored her sick child and insisted on divorcing just to split the assets. Ethan, meanwhile, was portrayed as the devoted father who sacrificed everything for his family.

The comments and private messages on my own video were flooded with endless abuse.

Selena, one of the very people involved, went live to “clarify” things and the audience praised her for her divine beauty, calling her the purest moonlight.

Since she was beautiful, everything she said was treated as truth. During her explanation, she deliberately released old photos of me during my pregnancy and while caring for our child, fat and disheveled.

After I lost weight, I had dinner with Mason, the influencer with a million followers and that became their so-called “proof” of my affair.

Even when Mason tried to defend me, it didn’t matter, the netizens only believed them.

With public opinion now in their favor, Ethan and Selena grew bolder, demanding that I leave with nothing.

“Ariana,” Ethan said smugly, “if you kneel and apologize in front of the netizens, I’ll give you fifty thousand dollars.”

“Ariana, all the karma you’re facing today is of your own making. This time, I won’t give Ethan back to you. I’m nothing like you, I’ll support him in creating those beauty dolls.”

I laughed so hard that tears welled up in my eyes. At that moment, I was live-streaming with Mason and millions of viewers were watching the dramatic divorce unfold.

“Selena,” I sneered, “he sent you into the arms of countless men, turning you into a plaything for them. And you still support him?”

“In the next video, I hope you can still stand there smiling.”