Three years ago, I had a car accident and as a result, I broke my legs and most of my memories were wiped away. In fact, I forgot all my acquaintances and families except my wife.

Unwavering in her trust in me, she stood by my side and helped me manage my company. She even found me an acupuncturist to administer acupuncture for me with the hope that I could stand again.

I would never have imagined that she would cheat on me. In the process of catching her adultery, I accidentally uncovered many bloody truths from the past and from all the evidence that I gathered, it was proven that she had a hand in all of them.

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I had just finished my rehabilitation exercises when my phone buzzed with a few incoming WhatsApp messages. The profile picture was a masked woman, whose face I could not recall. Maybe, she was one of my old clients, I thought, as I opened the messages.

As soon as the messages opened, I immediately frowned. I could not believe what I was seeing.  They were photos of a couple doing illicit activities.

Unfortunately, I was very familiar with their faces. How could I not? The woman was Samantha Cameron, my wife, while the man behind her was Walter Luxton. He was my doctor who had been treating me with acupuncture for the past three years.

Three years ago, I had a car accident and it left me with broken legs and losing most of my memories. I could not remember everyone that I knew except for my wife.

For these three years, she had been tirelessly supportive of me. She worked so hard for my well-being and even managed to hold my company together. She was the one who found Walter, an expert acupuncturist, for me, in the hope that I would be able to get back on my feet again one day.

I never suspected that the two people I trusted most would end up being in bed together.

Fury surged within me. Although I wanted to tear them apart, I managed to calm myself down.

Now, what I wanted to know was when did they get together and how.

For three years, Walter had been treating my legs with acupuncture and planning my rehabilitation exercises, yet my legs never showed any improvement. Was there something wicked in play here?

And, what about the company I left in Samantha's hand to manage? Had she already hollowed it out?

Furthermore, who sent me these messages? What was their motive?

I immediately sent messages to the other party, [Who are you? Why are you sending me these photos?]

However, they did not answer me right away. After a while, they finally sent me a video message.

I instantly clicked it and a steaming hot scene displayed on the screen.

In the high of the moment, Walter could not stop himself from exclaiming, "Maggie, you're really a seductress!"

Rage instantly raged inside of me and almost made me stand up. However, the way he called out Samantha made me confused.

Maggie? Who was Maggie?

Samantha had a nickname, but it was Sam, not Maggie.

However, there was no denying that the woman in the video was my wife, Samantha.

So, I sent several messages to the other party, demanding to give me answer. However, they did not reply to any of my messages.

After I had regained my composure, I opened the internet and hired a reliable private detective online. Then I paid him a hefty sum to investigate Samantha, Walter and myself.

I wheeled myself back to the bedroom, opened the drawer, took out a photo album then flipped through the pages, one by one.

Samantha and I had been together since college. From school uniforms to wedding dresses, we had shared eight years together. The photos in the album captured every beautiful moment that we shared together.

Samantha was a beautiful woman with exceptional figure. Her body curved and filled out in the right places. Her waist was truly captivating, especially when she twisted it and added a cute small red mole on it, I was bewitched by her.

Unfortunately, after my accident three years ago, I became a changed man.

Just as I was lost in thought, the door opened and Samantha walked in.

When she saw me holding the album, she laughed, walked toward me, snatched the album and tossed it aside. Then she straddled my lap with spread legs.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around her waist. She draped her arms around my neck and pouted.  “Why are you looking at old photos?  Are you reminiscing about our past?”

I shook my head. “You know I lost my memory and did not remember any of them. You’ve been so busy with the company lately and I missed you, so I took the album out to look.”

"You missed me?" Her hand slid down to my lap and her waist swayed slightly. “Your body doesn’t seem to agree with you.”

The smooth skin of her waist under my palm made my heart race. I touched it carefully but couldn’t feel the little red mole on her side.

Could a mole disappear without a trace?

My hand kept caressing her waist and Samantha's breathing started to become erratic.

She melted her body onto me and then whispered in my ears, "Hubby, I want to have a baby with you."

My hands froze in a heartbeat.

A child?

Three years ago, Samantha was indeed pregnant with our child. The child was overdue by several days, so I drove Samantha to the hospital in a hurry and got into an accident on the way there.

I fell into a coma for two weeks and when I finally woke up, I only saw Samantha sitting by my bedside.

She told me the baby had been severely injured and died in the womb. It had to be removed.

At that time, her body was still very weak and her eyes were red from crying, but she still tirelessly cared for me and I was deeply moved by her dedication.

When I remembered this, I felt an overwhelming sadness. Samantha stood by me through those tough times. So, why did she cheat on me now when things started to become stable?

Was it because I couldn’t satisfy her needs and made her live like a widow?

I gently pushed her away and said, "Samantha, I'm tired. I need a shower."

When I came out of the bathroom, I heard hushed voices from the study.

I wheeled myself closer and heard Samantha say to the other party, "I've tried, but it's not working. If we wait any longer, it will be too late."

"I don't care. You need to act quickly, or we can't keep this baby."

What? Was Samantha pregnant?

No wonder she suddenly talked about wanting a child. She not only cheated on me but wanted me to raise Walter's baby!

The next morning, Samantha left for the company as usual after breakfast.

Shortly after she had gone, the private detective sent me a report. In the report, it was shown that Samantha did not know Walter before the accident. They only met after I regained consciousness.

As for the time they started to have an affair was still not discovered for the time being. However, the detective found out that three years ago, Samantha registered several shell companies under the name Margaret Cameron.

She had been gradually transferring assets from our company to these shell companies, building them up over time.

I suspected she was hollowing out my company, but why use the name Margaret? And who was she?

Wait! Margaret? Maggie! This was the name Walter called out. So, Maggie was a nickname for Margaret.

The investigator then sent me some old newspaper clippings from a few years ago. They were news about a police raid that cracked down on a trafficking ring and rescued women and children.

There were photos of the rescued victims. Among the group of rescued young girls, an image of a girl I was familiar with was circled in red.

The girl's name was Margaret. She looked exactly like Samantha. She stood out among the other frightened and raged girls with her clean state and elegant demeanor like a swan.

I read the article over and over and learned that these girls were rescued from a place called Fortville Village.

When I messaged the detective to dig into this matter a lot more with a hefty sum of money as a reward, he was still unsure whether he wanted to do that or not.

His reasoning was that Fortville Village was a dangerous place and their people were tough and hard to crack. If they got the wind that he was on to them, his life might be in danger.

This was much worse than I originally thought.

For the past three years, Samantha had free rein in every aspect of my life. I trusted her so much that I had lost contact with my own people.

Only now did I realize that she managed to isolate me. Once her plan was complete, she could easily discard me and I would not stand a chance.

No! I couldn’t let that happen. I had to reclaim what was originally mine.

As I racked my brain for a plan, the masked woman’s profile picture suddenly blinked.

She sent me a photo of a man and a message, "Mark Steven is in Borderline Detention Centre and will be released in two days. Use him."

The masked woman was an enigma. She contacted me unilaterally. She had never said anything more than necessary and I couldn’t trace any information about her.

However, it seemed she was helping me at the moment.

I quickly looked up Mark Steven's information and found out that he had been my secretary. After my accident, Margaret took over the company on my behalf. She then exposed Mark for accepting bribes and sent him to prison.

He was sentenced to four years in prison, but he got his sentence reduced to one year because of good behavior. He was getting out in two days.

So, the first move Samantha made after she took control of my company was to get rid of Mark. The man must have a crucial role in the company and me!

That evening, Samantha was unusually affectionate to me again. She lay in my arms and tried everything she could to seduce me, but she failed. I kept indifferent to her advances.

Finally, she became frustrated and vented her anger by punching me lightly. I apologized to her, "I am sorry, Sam. This is all my fault. I am so useless that I can't satisfy your needs. You are still young, maybe you should ….":

She immediately covered my mouth and scolded me, "George Hamilton! Don’t say that! Don't you know I love you just the way you are? Everything else is just a bonus. Now, get some sleep and stop overthinking."

The next day, I contacted Mark's mother, transferred her some money and asked her to buy him a phone and add my contact when he got out. I needed him to do some job for me.

Mark's mother was very grateful when she heard my offer. After all, for an ex-convict to get a job straight after getting out of prison was nearly impossible and my offer relieved her greatly.

For me, Mark was a game changer. So, every second of waiting for him to contact me was torture.

Finally, at nine in the morning on the third day, Mark added me on WhatsApp and immediately requested a video call with me.

As soon as I received his video call, I could see that he was so agitated. “Mr. Hamilton, three years ago, Samantha framed me. I never took any bribes. I’ve been loyal to you for years. You have to believe me.”

I nodded. “Mark, calm down. Listen, I lost my memory and can’t remember much, but I suspect the woman with me isn’t really Samantha. She’s isolated me. Right now, you’re the only one I can trust.”

Mark was shocked. “Fuck! She isn’t Samantha? What the hell is going on? Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything to clear my name and help you, even if it means I'll have to go through hell for you.”

So, I sent him the newspaper clippings the private detective had given me. “I need you to go to Fortville Village and investigate this Margaret woman and her connection to Walter.”

Mark agreed immediately and then asked, “Mr. Hamilton, should I get a specialist to check your legs? It’s been three years and you’re still not walking. I suspect those two have sabotaged your recovery.”

“There is no need to do that,” I replied thoughtfully. “They might be planning something big. I need to see what they’re up to. However, you need to be quick and careful when investigating this matter, Mark. The future of the company and my life depend on you.”

Mark patted his chest and vowed, “Don’t worry, Mr. Hamilton. I’ll head to Fortville Village right away. You’ll hear from me soon.”

That evening, Samantha came home early and she also brought Walter with her.

I wheeled myself over and greeted them with a broad smile on my face. “Today isn’t a therapy day, so what brings you here, Dr. Luxton?”

Samantha's face turned red and she said shyly. “I asked Dr. Luxton if there was a way for us to have a baby. He said he could stimulate your brain nerves with acupuncture to temporarily restore your virility. He’s here to give you the first treatment tonight!”

I laughed inwardly. So, this was their big move! And, their action was really fast.