Intimate Photos from His Mistress

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After the seventy-eighth time I received nude bed photos of my husband with his mistress.

I posted all the photos on social media.

My husband's mistress cried her heart out, shouting that she was utterly humiliated.

The next second, Adrian Chase's call came through: Delete them.

I didn't delete them.

Ten minutes later, all my social media accounts were logged into from remote locations.

Deleting posts, deactivating accounts, removing trending topics.

The entire operation took Adrian Chase less than ten minutes.

Three days later, he came to me with divorce papers, his voice a soft threat: "It's just a game to humor the girl. Play along."

I nodded and signed.

He probably didn't believe that I could actually give up being Mrs. Chase.

Half an hour after signing the divorce papers.

Adrian Chase probably didn't know that his "innocent" lover actually had a vicious heart.

Even after I divorced him, she still couldn't wait to have someone run me over with their car.

I lost the baby in my belly.

Good. With the baby gone, the last tie between him and me was gone too.

My phone rang shrilly just as I was wheeled out of the operating room after my miscarriage.

The anesthesia had just worn off, and the pain made beads of sweat break out on my forehead.

I answered the call through the pain.

Adrian Chase's icy voice came through: "Jade, take all your things and get out."

"Okay."

I agreed readily.

Five years of marriage, and he'd kept one girl after another on the side.

To keep me from interfering with his relationships with these girls.

He had his secretary rent me a house on the outskirts of North City.

He said: "If I want to find you, I'll contact you. I'll have my secretary transfer living expenses to you. Without my permission, you're not allowed to appear in front of me."

Last time he knelt before me, begging me to come back.

He sincerely said he'd settled down and wanted to live a good life with me from now on.

I was foolishly moved to tears and believed him easily again.

So I moved back home.

But one week later.

A girl stumbled during a modeling show, stepping on her dress hem and falling, bursting into his line of sight like a startled deer.

I saw the way he looked at her.

My resentful emotions screamed in my heart, but I had to admit---he'd fallen again.

That evening, news of him taking the model into a hotel dominated the headlines.

I became everyone's joke once more.

This girl seemed truly special.

For a whole year, Adrian Chase didn't tire of her.

And in that year, I received seventy-eight provocative videos and photos, and countless harassing texts.

Every word revealed the sender's desire to take my place.

Until three hours ago.

For the first time, he placed divorce papers before me: "It's just for show. Be good, don't make me angry."

I struggled to hold back my emotions, looking at him with reddened eyes.

Unwilling to sign.

No matter how he'd played around before, this document had never appeared.

But now, he calmly stroked my head, like soothing a bristling kitten.

I knew the consequences of making Adrian Chase angry.

Just like this time---he only needed to lift a finger.

And he could solve all of Bianca Cole's problems.

So I signed the divorce papers, writing only "Okay."

When I returned home, I didn't see Adrian Chase or Bianca Cole.

Mrs. Hudson, the housekeeper, was busy in the kitchen. She saw me come back and asked happily: "Jade? How did the prenatal checkup go?"

My face was pale. I shook my head.

I'd originally planned to tell Adrian Chase tonight that I was pregnant.

But plans couldn't keep up with changes.

In just a few days, I'd lost my marriage and my child.

"I had a miscarriage." Under Mrs. Hudson's shocked expression, I spoke slowly, "Maybe it's for the best. This child wouldn't have been happy anyway."

Before Mrs. Hudson could respond, the door was pushed open.

Bianca Cole was carrying armfuls of luxury goods.

The dozen or so bodyguards behind her had their hands even fuller.

Seeing me, Bianca Cole wasn't surprised.

She leaned against my chaise lounge, smiling, but her words dripped with sarcasm.

"Actually, I really don't understand---Adrian Chase treats you this way, yet you still won't leave. Why?"

"Yesterday, I said I wanted chestnut cake, and without a word, he walked five kilometers through heavy snow to buy it for me."

"Have you ever gotten that kind of treatment?"

I was silent for a moment.

Yesterday was the anniversary of my father's death.

When I contacted Adrian Chase through his assistant, I heard the wind howling through his phone.

But I still clearly heard him say he wasn't available.

So he'd gone to buy chestnut cake for Bianca Cole.

I helplessly clutched at my clothes.

Once upon a time, Adrian Chase was the person who loved me most in this world, aside from my parents.

He was my family's driver's son, not some noble identity, completely out of place among the surrounding young masters and ladies.

Back then, the other children loved to bully him.

But he never cared what others thought of him.

He said: "I only care about Jade."

When I had a fever as a child, he stayed by my bedside all night without sleep.

When the earthquake happened, he shielded me with his body, letting debris hit his head. He endured the pain without a sound, even gently comforting my emotions.

In college, he and I had an argument.

Holding my favorite candied hawthorn and a handwritten ten-thousand-word apology letter, he stubbornly stood outside the dorm building through heavy snow all night.

On graduation day, we had our wedding.

At the wedding, when my father placed my hand in his, his tone was serious.

"If I find out you've changed your heart, I'll take her away without hesitation. She doesn't lack people to love her."

Adrian Chase clenched his fist and solemnly promised he would never change his heart.

He said: "I want to make you the happiest person in the world, to banish sadness from your life."

From school uniforms to wedding dress---the envy of everyone.

A year after marriage, my father passed away, and Adrian Chase managed everything in the company.

He was exhausted, collapsing into the hospital several times from overwork.

I felt sorry for him.

The formerly pampered young lady cooked for him, making soup with her own hands.

Every day after work, he'd bring me a bouquet of my favorite yellow roses. He said they were flowers full of love.

Every day he'd sit in the courtyard with me counting stars.

He'd hold me as I fell asleep.

When did things start to change?

I thought about it.

Probably when he completely shed the label of "the driver's son" and transformed into CEO Chase.

He started having endless business dinners, and when he came home, his clothes reeked of cheap perfume.

Facing my questioning eyes, he smiled and explained: "It's from a business partner's perfume. Honey, don't overthink it."

I believed him.

He used clumsy excuses to repeatedly consume my unconditional trust.

Until he gained complete control, he stopped pretending.

And I, foolishly immersed in the prison of love Adrian Chase had woven for me.

Unable to break free.

The first time I caught him cheating was at the surprise birthday party I'd prepared for him.

The party was on a yacht. Everyone waited until exhausted, but the guest of honor never showed up.

I had no choice but to have someone check his location and discovered he was working overtime at the company.

The whole way there, I complained in my heart about him not taking care of himself.

When I pushed open the office door, I was still holding the cake I'd made myself.

But on his office desk sat the remains of a candlelit dinner.

Intimate clothing was scattered on the floor.

Most ridiculous of all, two bodyguards stood outside his lounge.

When I kicked the door open, Adrian Chase's face showed no panic.

He gently covered the person beneath him with a blanket, then casually draped a bathrobe over himself.

When he looked up at me, he was as cold as a block of ice.

"Close the door. If you have no shame, she does."

His calmness made me look like a clown.

I rushed forward like crazy to drag out the homewrecker.

But I was slapped dizzy by a bodyguard beside Adrian Chase.

In the chaos, I finally saw clearly who was lying in the bed.

It was the little nurse who had changed his dressings after he collapsed in the hospital.

The little nurse was scared to tears: "Ma'am, please don't misunderstand. I just came to bring Mr. Chase some liver-protecting medicine today. I never meant to interfere with your marriage."

"We had some drinks, and in our confusion, we..."

Adrian Chase pressed his lips together, his cold eyes fixed on me.

"Jade, I'm warning you, don't lay a finger on her."

So he'd been cheating this early on.

The so-called flowers of love were just random compensation to his wife after he'd had his fun outside.

From then on.

At business dinners, as wine flowed freely, the women around him changed too.

He no longer cared about my feelings, no longer cared about anything about me.

It seemed only the fame and fortune in business and different women keeping him company in pleasure.

Could truly make him feel the meaning of life.

I gradually grew numb in the sense of loss.

Until one day, I no longer expected him to appear before me.

I ignored Bianca Cole's mockery.

I went upstairs to get my passport and some ID documents, then came back down.

When I came downstairs, I saw Bianca Cole going through the purse I'd left on the sofa.

I caught my breath and immediately rushed forward to snatch the bag back.

Bianca Cole spread her hands and rolled her eyes.

"There's nothing valuable anyway. What are you so nervous about?"

I felt for the hospital examination report at the bottom of my bag and breathed a sigh of relief.

Bianca Cole walked up to me and suddenly smiled.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?"

"I saw the vitamin pills in your bag."

"You know, right? Adrian Chase hates kids the most. If he finds out you're pregnant, he definitely won't let you keep this baby."

"I advise you to get rid of it early, otherwise..."

Just then, Adrian Chase came back.

Adrian Chase glanced at me, his tone casual: "What fell?"

I smiled and stuffed the documents back into my bag: "Nothing."

Adrian Chase was silent for a moment. As I was about to leave, he took out two cards and held them before me.

"The presidential suite at Cloud Court Hotel---you can stay there for now."

"This card has ten million on it. Use it for now."

"Yesterday... I really was busy."

Busy? Busy buying chestnut cake for Bianca Cole counts as busy?

At this moment, I only found the man before me utterly disgusting.

I smiled gently.

The next second, a slap landed on Adrian Chase's face.

I shook my numb palm, the smile on my face unchanged.

"Adrian Chase, you're disgusting."

"A driver's son who, by chance, rose to power, and now you've forgotten how you used to beg me to help you through hard times?"

I'd never said such hurtful words to him before.

Adrian Chase didn't strike back, but his face darkened suddenly.

But before Adrian Chase could react, Bianca Cole grabbed an ashtray and smashed it at my head.

Warm blood flowed down from my temple.

My head spun.

The living room lights suddenly became blinding, making me almost unable to stand.

Mrs. Hudson rushed forward to support me.

She anxiously shouted at Adrian Chase: "Adrian! Don't you know that Jade, she..."

I cut off what Mrs. Hudson was about to say.

" Mrs. Hudson, I'm fine."

The man before me had no reaction, only casually glancing at Mrs. Hudson.

His voice was cold: " Mrs. Hudson, remember clearly whose servant you are."

"Since she's divorced me, she's no longer Mrs. Chase."

Mrs. Hudson looked at me anxiously. I shook my head gently.

There was no point saying anything to him now.

He was no longer the Adrian Chase who would smile and lean down to listen carefully to what I said.

Adrian Chase nervously gripped Bianca Cole's trembling hand: "Did you hurt your hand?"

Bianca Cole shook her head with slight sobs: "It doesn't hurt... I just can't stand seeing someone bully you..."

The light illuminated the tenderness in his eyes when he looked at Bianca Cole: "Silly girl, it's okay if they bully me, but I can't let you be wronged."

Hearing this, Bianca Cole became smug immediately.

"That slap just now---I want to pay it back tenfold for you."

Seeing Adrian Chase didn't respond.

Bianca Cole shook his arm coquettishly: "You're CEO Chase. If word gets out that your ex-wife slapped you, how embarrassing!"

Adrian Chase still didn't agree.

Seeing this, Bianca Cole stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear.

Adrian Chase finally smiled with satisfaction.

He wrapped his arm around Bianca Cole's waist and kissed her lips lightly.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

I stepped back in disbelief, staring at the two in shock.

The bodyguards immediately pushed Mrs. Hudson aside roughly and grabbed my wrists.

I began to struggle: "Adrian Chase! You..."

Bianca Cole sneered and delivered a quick, vicious slap to my face.

At the same time, sharp pain attacked from my abdomen and head, making me break out in cold sweat.

After ten slaps, I collapsed miserably on the floor.

Tears streamed down my face, disappearing into my hair.

I used all my strength to suppress the sob in my throat, keeping myself from crying out loud.

He didn't look at me once, taking Bianca Cole upstairs.

Before leaving, I heard Adrian Chase's low, magnetic voice: "Wear that hollow lace tonight?"

Bianca Cole blushed in his arms, looking at me lying on the floor with provocation.

After the door closed.

Mrs. Hudson helped me stand up.

But the dull pain in my abdomen didn't decrease---it only grew stronger.

I don't know how long I lay unconscious.

I only know that when I woke up, Adrian Chase sat in my hospital room with cold, indifferent eyes.

His voice held no emotion: " Mrs. Hudson told me you fainted. With such a weak body, don't make trouble for yourself. If you behave, I can relax too."

The lazy tone seemed casual, but every word cut deep.

"Jade, I've reached this level. Everyone around me plays with women. Your requirement for me to be faithful to one person for life is too demanding."

"I can't do it. Whether in life or business, everyone is pushing women toward me, openly or secretly."

"I've said before, this divorce is just an act. As long as you're obedient and give me some time, once I've had my fun, I'll return to the family. We'll have children and be even happier than before."

"But the premise is that I need to tire of playing around first."

He paused, only now lazily lifting his eyelids to glance at me.

The moment our eyes met.

I saw not a trace of guilt in him, only his certainty that I would give in.

"Jade, you really should learn to be more obedient."

Be more obedient?

But Adrian Chase wasn't like this before. He liked when I threw little tantrums at him.

He said obedient girls were mostly spineless, without character.

I looked down at the wedding ring on my hand.

Dense pain surged in my chest, like ten thousand arrows piercing my heart.

After a long silence, I spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I understand."

"In the bag I left on the sofa, there's something Bianca Cole wants. When she sees it, she'll be very happy."

My concession made Adrian Chase smile genuinely.

"The pigeon blood jewelry set from the auction? Jade, if you'd realized this earlier, things between us wouldn't have gotten this bad."

No, it's the hospital bill for my miscarriage surgery and post-procedure care instructions.

I silently answered his question in my heart.

We'll never have children again.

Adrian Chase took my silence as confirmation.

He left happily.

And I checked out of the hospital and moved into the presidential suite Adrian Chase had prepared for me.

I spent half a month liquidating all the jewelry Adrian Chase had given me over the years and transferring the money to a trust company.

After the money from the last piece of jewelry came through, I bought a plane ticket leaving North City.

As I left dragging my suitcase, the bodyguards asked where I was going.

I didn't answer.

They asked when I'd be back.

I thought about it.

"In a couple of days."

Later, two days became many more days, and I never came back.

A month later.

The first to realize I'd completely disappeared were those two bodyguards.

They tremblingly dialed Adrian Chase's number, saying I had vanished.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Beep beep beep..."

The person on the other end hung up with heavy breathing.

At that moment, Adrian Chase was pressing Bianca Cole against the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He hadn't heard the content of the phone call at all.

As kisses fell like a storm, Bianca Cole's clothing was gradually removed.

At the critical moment, Bianca Cole pressed against Adrian Chase's burning chest.

"Wait."

Adrian Chase gripped her chin, forcing her misty eyes to meet his.

"What's wrong?"

Bianca Cole blushed.

Like a magic trick, she produced a pregnancy test report, her voice unable to hide her excitement.

"Adrian Chase, you can't have me tonight because I'm pregnant."

The air around them grew cold with Adrian Chase's emotions.

The burning desire vanished in an instant.

Adrian Chase released his grip weakly and methodically put on his bathrobe.

Looking at the stunned woman before him.

He couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

This woman had crossed the line.

Like other foolish women, overestimating herself.

He gave a flat "Mm," sat on the sofa, pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it.

Nothing more.

Just an "Mm"?

Bianca Cole was confused.

This wasn't what she'd imagined.

In her fantasy, Adrian Chase should have excitedly embraced her and told her he would take responsibility.

Then she would naturally marry him, have servants waiting on her, never worry about food or clothing, and live a life of luxury.

But now, the man before her had only given a flat "Mm."

The huge gap made her emotions start to crack.

"What does 'mm' mean? Don't you want this child? Before, in bed, didn't you say you only wanted children I gave birth to?"

Adrian Chase's voice turned cold, the desire in his eyes completely gone.

"You believe what men say in bed?"

"Bianca Cole, I thought you were different from other women, that you knew your place. I didn't expect you to be as stupid as them."

Bianca Cole staggered back several steps, almost thinking she'd heard wrong.

"What..."

Adrian Chase slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"If you abort it tomorrow, I can overlook your rashness tonight."

"If you insist on having this child, I don't care."

"I'll pay child support every month, but as for how much, I decide. Could be a million, a hundred thousand, ten thousand, one thousand, or maybe a hundred. If you want to sue, fine---I'll hire the world's top lawyers."

"Your chances of winning are less than ten percent."

His voice wasn't loud, but it ruthlessly crushed all of Bianca Cole's pre-planned schemes.

After weighing the pros and cons.

Bianca Cole lowered her eyes, bit her lip hard, and nodded in humiliation.

Adrian Chase smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

This type of woman was easiest to handle.

No cards to play, no confidence---living in fantasy on a man's scraps of mercy and gifts, willing to compromise everything.

He suddenly remembered what Jade had said in the hospital.

So he reached into the bag beside him to feel for the pigeon blood jewelry set, preparing to use it to pacify Bianca Cole.

He didn't feel the velvet box but instead touched some papers.

Curious, he pulled the papers from the bag.

The large characters on the examination report jumped into his vision.

"Jade Warren."

"Patient's pregnancy loss due to major traffic accident."

He froze. His hand holding the paper grew sore and painful, yet he still hadn't processed it.

What did "pregnancy loss due to major traffic accident" mean?!