In the following days, I stayed in the confinement center, enjoying my life while spending time with my baby. In my spare time, I would click on the video function on my phone to watch the surveillance footage in my house.

It was like a visual feast.

They kissed on the sofa in the living room and had sex in the second bedroom.

It seemed like I could enjoy a porn anytime, anywhere.

That woman got along quite well with Lane.

The three shared a harmonious life.

The woman wore my slippers and home clothes and drank water from my glass. I saw her deliberately leaving lipstick marks on my glass through the camera.

I felt disgusted.

At night, she often stayed overnight at my house.

She slept with my husband on my bed.

The scene was quite intense.

It was quite rare to see Maxwell so passionate and energetic.

Before I got pregnant, for him, having sex with me was like completing a task.

I even wondered if he was impotent.

Now it seemed that Maxwell wasn't impotent. He just didn't wanna have sex with me.

How humiliated!

Maxwell found all kinds of excuses to not come to the confinement center to be with me. He said he had to work overtime and had been very busy recently.

So, this was what he was doing while he was working overtime.

It must be quite exhausting.

When I received another call from Maxwell saying he had to work overtime, I told him to take it easy, or he might damage his kidneys.

After saying that, I heard Maxwell coughing on the other end of the line as if he was choked by something.

I hoped he choked to death.

He really deserved it.

However, I did make two important discoveries.

First, Maxwell's lover wasn't that woman.

I had met his lover. She was his new colleague and had always thought of herself as a junior of his. Her name was Violet Woodward.

And secondly... Maxwell wasn't the only one sneaking around at my house.

Lane had always brought an old man who often danced with her home lately.

How shameless.

Lane had been a widow at a young age. Guessed she had been lonely all these years.

She and the man often exchanged flirtatious glances in my house. She even cooked and waited on him.

Lane and Maxwell were really one of a kind.

They had turned my home into a regular place for affairs!

Shame on them!

After I returned home from the confinement center, I found that they had cleaned up the scene quite well.

But in a corner of the bathroom, I found a pregnancy test.

The result told me that Maxwell had had another baby.

He didn't waste any time at all.

I paused for a moment, stunned.

Then I pretended that nothing had happened and threw away the pregnancy test.

I knew he was trying to disgust me before he got kicked out.

I didn't care. Bitch couples deserved to stay together forever.

What I cared about was how to make him leave with nothing.

Since I was home, Violet couldn't be here anymore.

Lane seemed quite unhappy.

The next day, she bossed me around and went to dance with the old man.

Well, when she wasn't around, I destroyed all her valuable clothes and smashed her dining utensils into pieces.

When Lane came back, she said she wanted to invite the old man to have a meal at home. But when she saw the messy living room and the clothes that had been destroyed into fragments, she became furious and almost fainted.

I took a photo when the man helped her into the bedroom and sent it to Maxwell.

"Why don't we hire a maid? Lane's been taking care of me and doesn't have time for a date. Her dance partner wants to see her so badly that he's here. See?"

Maxwell came back quite early that night.

As soon as he entered the door, he had a quarrel with Lane.

Maxwell's father passed away early, and they had a deep bond.

Although he was very obedient to Lane, it seemed that he couldn't accept her finding him a new father.

"Drop it!" he shouted.

"I've been a widow all my life!" she shouted, too.

"That's what decent women do!"

I leaned against the head of the bed and heard them very clearly.

I raised my hand and drank up the milk.

That's what decent women do?

This time, I sided with Lane. But I still preferred to listen to Maxwell and Lane quarrel.

Neither of them was a good person, and it was quite exciting to listen to their quarrel.

I didn't get to hear what the rest of the quarrel was about, because the sound of many things being smashed in the house kept ringing out.

Those included Lane's favorite tableware and the phone she used to contact that old man.

It was enough to make her feel bitter for a while.

After Maxwell went to work, Lane couldn't hold it anymore and started cursing at me while pointing at me.

I heard words like "bitch" and "whore".

This time, I wouldn't go soft.

I walked up to Lane with my baby in my arms and threw the diaper I had just changed which was already used at her face.

Lane retched, pinched her nose, and pointed at me again.

I said, "Good for you, Lane. You're already so old, yet you're still so slutty. You brought that man here? In my house? Do you have a mirror? Look at yourself!

"If you wanna see him, see him outside! Don't do it here! You disgust me!"

Lane snorted a few times but couldn't utter a word.

Then she went to the kitchen and started smashing things.

I put the baby in the stroller, walked up to Lane, picked up everything that was made of iron, and threw all of them onto the floor.

She wanna compete with me in making sounds? Fine.

Lane glared at me and didn't dare to say anything.

She was such a bully who feared the strong.

But I wasn't a pushover.

While Lane went out to complain to that old man, I asked a friend to find a divorce lawyer for me, and then I redeemed all my fund investments in my father's name and bought a house in the suburbs.

I planned to sell the marital house under my name and had already negotiated the price.

When we got married, Maxwell bought a car, and I already had a house under my name, so he didn't need to buy a house.

I preferred simplicity when it came to marriage.

I thought things such as dowry weren't necessary.

Now I realized that I was wrong. It was a way to make others value me. Since I didn't want anything, they took me for granted and even might think I was cheap.

Lane felt so more than anyone else.

She even went around saying that Maxwell was so capable. He married a rich and capable wife without spending much money.

I wouldn't indulge her this time.

I pretended that I knew nothing. I fought with her and treated Maxwell with respect every day.

Maybe because I was so good at acting, Maxwell had let his guard down and even brazenly brought Violet home to eat with us.

Violet occasionally touched her belly and acted cute in front of me.

I still pretended that I knew nothing.

In fact, I had already imagined countless times the scene where I stuffed their heads into the toilet and rubbed them.

So, when I threw the divorce agreement in Maxwell's face and handed him over to the prosecutor, the expression on his face was incredibly wonderful.