I let him run wild with his mistress, and that night, he would live to regret it
They treat me like a poor parasite, ordering me around like a servant in the very house they think belongs to them. They despise me, humiliate my family background, and plan to kick me out to bring in a wealthy corporate heiress as a new daughter-in-law. But they forgot one simple thing: The magnificent castle they are standing in, the chairman seat my husband is sitting on, and all that multi-million-dollar fortune… from beginning to end, were bought with my very own money.
PART 1: THE OUTSIDER OF THE FAKE EMPIRE
In a major city, there was a notoriously wealthy family with a flashy, powerful facade. But behind the closed doors of the luxurious villa, a dark corner always existed. There was me—the daughter-in-law treated by her husband’s family like absolute trash.
Three years ago, my husband used the disguise of a deeply in love man to marry me. At that time, his family was on the verge of bankruptcy, drowning in debt. Somehow, I saved their establishment, pushing their family corporation up to the peak of glory as it is today. But what was the reward for saving their lives? Utmost contempt.
In the eyes of my mother-in-law and ungrateful husband, I was just a poor, orphaned nobody, lucky enough to step foot into high society. They made me do all the heavy chores, forbade me from appearing before the media, and used the most venomous words to torture my spirit every day.
And the peak of cruelty happened this week. My husband publicly brought his mistress—the daughter of a major rival corporation—home for dinner. He threw a pre-signed divorce paper at my face, accompanied by a sneer of utter contempt:
“Look at yourself, a poor nobody with no family background, no children, what right do you have to stand next to me? Get lost with empty hands, that is the last charity I am giving you!”
My mother-in-law stood by to chime in, her sharp eyes filled with hatred: “That’s right! Don’t let your ragged face defile my son’s happy day any longer!”
I did not cry. My tears had dried up long ago. Looking at their triumphant, arrogant demeanor, a cold fire ignited in my chest. Did they think I depended on them? Did they think this corporation actually belonged to their family?
They had forgotten a fatal truth: All the controlling shares, the bank mortgages, and the power of life and death over this multi-million-dollar empire… were registered under a single person. And that person was not my good-for-nothing husband.
PART 2: NIGHT OF THE NEW KING AND THE PENNILESS
Tonight, my husband’s family is organizing a large-scale party at the central hotel hall to celebrate the corporate merger deal and officially announce my husband’s engagement to that prestigious young lady.
Hundreds of guests, the biggest tycoons and media in the city, gathered in full. Beneath the brilliant chandeliers, my husband wore a luxurious suit, hand-in-hand with his new lover, smiling brightly on the podium of glory. He was enjoying the ultimate peak of glory, thinking he was on top of the world.
I appeared at the entrance of the ballroom. Not in cleaning uniforms or the ragged clothes they forced me to wear at home. I walked in wearing a minimalist yet sharp pitch-black evening gown, with a cold, calm demeanor like a queen stepping onto a battlefield.
Security guards tried to block me, but upon seeing the powerful black card in my hand—the special card reserved only for shareholders holding absolute veto power—they immediately trembled and stepped back, not daring to utter a word.
My husband on stage saw me, his expression instantly shifting. Angrily dropping his lover’s hand, he hurried down the podium, gritting his teeth and hissing: “How dare you sneak in here to cause trouble? Where is security?! Drag this useless trash out immediately!”
My mother-in-law also rushed over, pointing at my face and cursing me without restraint in front of dozens of media cameras pointing this way: “Shameless face! How much longer do you plan to humiliate my son? Get lost immediately!”
The hall suddenly fell dead silent. Hundreds of gazes poured toward us, curious, whispering in judgment.
I stood straight, the corners of my lips curling into a cold, challenging sneer. I didn’t step back. I took out a thick stack of documents from my bag, throwing them straight onto the reception desk right in front of them.
THE CLIMAX – THE SHOCKING PLOT TWIST
I held the wireless microphone in my hand, my voice cold and resolute echoing through the hall’s sound system, overpowering the music:
“You call me a parasite? My husband tells me to get lost empty-handed?”
I whipped around, staring straight at my husband whose face had paled in panic, then turned my gaze to the hundreds of distinguished guests below:
“Let me tell everyone present here, the multi-million-dollar corporation you are praising, the fortune this family is proud of… is actually just a charitable gift from me! All shares were transferred to my name three days ago. As of this moment, I am the sole owner holding the power of life and death over this empire!”
The large screen behind the stage instantly changed color, displaying all legal documents, bright red seals, and asset freeze decisions under my name. My husband collapsed onto the floor, his eyes rolling back in horror. The entire hall erupted in utter shock…
