Collection-Marriage Live Broadcast Exposed My Husband’s Affair - Chapter 10

She said that since I couldn’t give her grandchildren, I should just leave and not waste her son’s youth.

She said if it weren’t for me, she’d already have a grandson, and she wouldn’t have been driven to the point of cutting her own artery in anger.

The netizens finally realized that the reason my mother–in–law had been hospitalized was her own doing, instead of a so–called car accident at all.

She had slit her own artery and couldn’t be saved, and Glen had blamed it on me. Another chat log revealed that Whitney’s help to Glen wasn’t out of nothing.

It was because I had sold the house my husband and I owned before marriage, and offered a bounty across the internet for anyone with my mother–in–law’s blood type to donate.

Whitney sold her own blood for a high price, then turned around and seduced my husband.

And my husband, who was responsible for all of this, not only had no feelings for me but also blamed me.

Outraged by the deception, netizens stormed Glen and Whitney’s accounts, demanding they apologize to everyone, and to me.

“So you two are really just scumbags!”

“To deceive people for money, you have no shame!”

“With all this so–called love, why don’t you both just die and be buried together?”

“I feel sorry for Nicole to ever know the two of you trash!”

Glen and his mistress’s popularity plummeted overnight. All the people who had bought his products flooded into the live stream demanding refunds.

The return rate from his business partners reached a staggering 95%, causing massive losses. They demanded an explanation from Glen.

Realizing the situation was spiraling, Glen and Whitney ran off. But they still tried to fight back online, claiming this was part of another conspiracy I had orchestrated.

They promised they’d soon provide proof to clear their names. But two months passed, and no such proof ever came.

I sent Glen a private message, smiling as I typed.

“Repaying debts is only natural. You’ve caused these businesses to lose so much money, one major partner even lost tens of millions.”

“Don’t know those people are sharpening their knives, eager to skin you alive?”

Glen saw it was me, and in a fit of rage, cursed me, wishing for my demise.

“We weren’t even in contact anymore! Why couldn’t you just leave me alone?!”

“Why did you have to ruin my life?!”

I smiled coldly.

“I made the mistake of loving the wrong person, and now I’m paying the price.”

“But as for those who’ve tormented me, they won’t get away so easily. You and your mistress will both pay.”

“You really are vengeful.”

I calmly took in his “praise“, then grinned slyly.

“You don’t know, do you? My eyes have been healed for a while.”

“That day I wore the white cloth? I was just playing the part of the fragile victim.”

“Making everyone hate you more.”

After sending the message, I retracted it so quickly Glen couldn’t even take a screenshot. He went wild, posting online that I was a scammer, claiming the tubes and the blindfold were all an act to gain sympathy.

But no one believed him. In fact, people started tagging the police, demanding they catch the “madman.”

Later, Glen and Whitney fled abroad. Thanks to my help, their bank cards were frozen. With no money to spend, they had to hop from place to place, performing for scraps.

Finally, the businessman who had lost everything hired mercenaries overseas to hunt them down. They were beaten to death in the streets, their skulls crushed beyond recognition.

Their bodies were dumped in a foul–smelling gutter, devoured by maggots. Their bones scattered everywhere, gnawed by stray dogs, emitting a putrid stench, the sight was unbearable.

As for my tumor, since it was benign, it gradually healed, and within six months, I was discharged.

Once I confirmed my vision wouldn’t be an issue again, I returned to livestreaming offering marriage and relationship advice.

After everything that had happened, people were able to view me more rationally. With my consistent positive content, my popularity exploded.

Three years after that, I shut down all my accounts. With the money I had earned, I traveled the world. Once, I had drained my body for the sake of love.

This time, I was living for myself, finally pursuing what I truly wanted. I was going to live for myself.

The End.