My Husband's First Love, My Stepsister Returns: My Revenge

The day after our wedding, Daniel brought home a mother and her child.

The baby was just a month old, and his features resembled Daniel's quite a bit. He tried to deceive me, saying, "She's my sister! It's just a baby, how can you tell who he looks like?"

But I discovered a paternity test report and a DV tape in his safe, which captured his wild love affair with his beloved stepsister.

In that moment, seven years of feelings went up in flames.

Daniel held a grand celebration for the baby's one-month birthday, and I smiled as I handed over a gold locket.

"May the three of you be locked together forever."

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After giving the locket, I ignored the whispers and curious looks from the crowd, turned around, and walked out of the banquet.

As I walked, I dialed my lawyer friend, "Find me the best divorce lawyer. I want Daniel out with nothing."

Before I could put my phone away, a strong force pulled me back.

With a dark expression, Daniel cornered me into a pitch-black corner and aggressively questioned me, "Grace, today is the baby's one-month celebration, and you keep saying 'locked together.' What's that supposed to mean?"

His gaze was as if he wanted to devour me alive.

I pulled my hand away coldly, without saying a word.

Thinking about the scenes in the video, the man in front of me made me feel utterly disgusted.

We had been together for seven years. The day after our wedding, he brought his newborn child before me!

He had explained before, and I believed him. After seeing the contents of that DV tape, I could no longer lie to myself.

Seeing me silent, his expression grew more disdainful.

"Ivy gave birth alone abroad. As a woman, can't you have a bit of empathy?"

His scolding and contempt made my heart ache. I swallowed my grievances and responded, "Daniel, did I make her have the baby abroad? Is that my child?

"What right do you have to demand my sympathy?"

Daniel stared at me, suddenly taken aback.

I had always been so obedient in front of him. This was the first time I talked back to Daniel.

Today, the Perry family held a grand one-month celebration for Ivy's child, on par with the grandeur of my wedding with Daniel.

Ivy was Daniel's stepsister. I always thought they had a normal sibling relationship, or at most, just in name.

When Daniel canceled our honeymoon to pick her up and mentioned the baby's one-month celebration, I agreed without hesitation.

But I never imagined they had once been lovers.

Last month, he suddenly flew abroad. It was the first time he brought me a gift.

It was a bracelet, but the matching diamond necklace appeared around Ivy's neck.

"I've told you many times, that child isn't mine!"

Daniel continued to argue, even threatening to get a paternity test. He was unaware that I had already seen it.

"Stop arguing, Daniel. Don't fight because of me and Grace."

Ivy came over, holding the baby, her face flushed with an irresistible charm.

Daniel seemed like he was tranquilized; the tension and fire between us dissipated instantly.

That scene pierced my heart deeply.

Daniel had always been headstrong and temperamental.

Over the years, I had advised him countless times to be humble and flexible with clients and business partners.

But he remained stubborn, leaving me to clean up his messes.

It turns out, he wasn't unwilling to listen. He just didn't listen to me.

With just a few words from Ivy, Daniel softened immediately.

I didn't want to watch, nor did I want to hear it.

The three of them in front of me looked like a perfect family, an eyesore too glaring to ignore.

"Hypocrites."

I muttered a curse under my breath before turning to leave, Ivy's soft sobs echoing behind me.