She Blamed Me for Corrupting Her Daughter

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At 3 AM, I was suddenly woken up by a call from building management.

Opening my phone, I saw someone had tagged me in the residents' group chat.

[Unit 1601, have you no shame? Screaming every night at this hour, afraid no one knows you're making babies, are you?!]

[My daughter just started college, and now you've made her precocious.]

[If you dare to scream again, I'll go live from my apartment and let everyone know how shameless you are!]

The neighbor downstairs kept yelling at me, and other residents chimed in, saying my screams disturbed them.

But I wasn't even home!

Considering the possibility of my husband's infidelity, I quickly turned on the bedroom monitor.

The moment I saw the woman in the bed clearly, I smiled.

Isn't that the college-aged daughter from downstairs?

After a week of back-to-back meetings out of town, all I wanted was to get home and catch up on sleep.

At three in the morning, the driver had just gotten onto the highway.

Lying in the back seat, I was jolted awake by an unexpected call from building management.

Opening the residents' group chat, I saw it was Helen Carter downstairs making a fuss again.

Ever since she moved in below me, she'd either complain about our heavy footsteps disturbing her sleep, or about our frequent guests making the elevator pass her unit too often.

She'd tagged me countless times over minor and major issues.

Seeing her latest accusation was completely baseless, I initially didn't plan to respond.

But neighbors who usually stayed quiet in the chat also chimed in.

[Everyone understands these things, but the noise is too loud. It's really disruptive, 1601, you should be more careful.]

[This is a school district. Everyone has underage kids. Yesterday, my son also asked me what that noise was. It's really hard to explain.]

Seeing everyone's comments, I was bewildered.

If only Helen had heard it, she might be deliberately causing trouble. But I didn't have conflicts with other neighbors normally, so they had no reason to falsely accuse me.

Perhaps they mistook noise from another unit for coming from mine.

Thinking this, I sent a screenshot of my meeting records from out of town last night and my current location to the group.

"I haven't been home for the past two days. You must have the wrong person."

After I explained, the group fell silent.

Five minutes later, Helen sent a scornful voice message.

[I pressed my ear against the door, and the sound definitely came from your unit. If not you, then who?]

My heart sank, and I quickly considered the possibility of my husband's infidelity.

But we'd known each other since high school, endured a difficult long-distance relationship through college, and built everything we had today together through our joint venture.

After so many years of marriage, I really couldn't believe he would cheat.

Another neighbor tagged me in the chat, [1601, we know your husband has stamina, but can you please keep it down!]

I gripped my trembling hand, typing a reply in the group.

"I'm not home. Please wait, I'm checking the surveillance."

My best friend had convinced me to secretly install cameras in the bedroom. She said our assets were substantial now, and I traveled frequently, so divorce might be inevitable someday.

If my husband cheated first, the cameras might capture evidence.

At the time, I didn't think much of it.

But now, I actually saw my husband and another woman in the surveillance footage!

The woman happened to turn her head.

The moment I saw her, I froze.

Isn't that Helen Carter's college-aged daughter?!

I stared at the screen in disbelief, my body shaking uncontrollably.

At that moment, I knew for sure that the man who had struggled alongside me had cheated.

And I didn't even know when he had gotten involved with his mistress.

Helen's angry messages continued to flood the group. I was furious and resentful, but I also knew that the most urgent thing wasn't to retaliate, but to preserve evidence and catch them in the act!

Over the years, my husband Mark and I had accumulated tens of millions in shared assets. Since he was the one who cheated first, I was determined to take as much money as possible during the divorce.

I quickly contacted my best friend, who was a lawyer.

Upon learning of Mark's infidelity, she cursed him a few times, then asked, "How long until you get home?"

I looked up at the driver.

He had already sensed that something was wrong from my conversation with my best friend, and had significantly increased the car's speed.

He turned back and told me, "Two hours."

My best friend immediately began contacting a private investigator to help me gather evidence.

She also cautioned me not to tip them off before I got home.

If people in the community decided to knock on my door, I should incite them to go together in the group chat, ensuring there would be witnesses.

Before hanging up, she said: "Anna, be careful on the road. Don't let yourself get sick over a man who isn't worth it."

From the moment I discovered Mark's infidelity, I had only felt surprise and anger.

But after seeing my best friend's message, tears still stubbornly fell onto my phone.

No time to dwell on my past with Mark, Helen, seeing that I wasn't responding, initiated a group voice call.

I casually hung up.

Helen continued to post in the group.

[Oh, so you can see the group messages. Why are you silent then?]

[Are you pretending to be a victim who just found out her husband cheated?]

[I saw your car this afternoon. You're home. Now you're afraid to admit it?]

[You were so loud when you were screaming, now you're ashamed?]

I explained again that I was indeed on the highway and wouldn't be home for another hour and a half.

Helen still didn't believe me.

[If that woman upstairs really isn't you, I'll not only apologize to you publicly, but I'll personally help you catch them, and smash that mistress's face in!]

I seized the opportunity, following Helen's words, and said: "Then I'm afraid I'll really have to trouble you, Helen, to smash that mistress's face in."

"I saw on the monitor that those animals are sleeping right now."

"I'll be home in an hour and a half. Please don't alert them yet. When I get to the complex, I'd appreciate it if any neighbors who are awake would come with me to catch them in the act and help me seek justice!"

The people in the group just wanted to watch the drama; no one really wanted to get involved in this messy situation.

When I invited them to catch the cheaters, the group instantly fell silent.

Only Helen was still cursing me.

[You bitch, for sympathy, you're denying this, even ruining your own husband's reputation!]

[Others don't know you, but I do!]

[When my house was being renovated, you pretended to be sick and said you needed to sleep, telling the workers to be quiet, which delayed my move-in by a month!]

[Later, you hit and killed my dog with your car, but stubbornly claimed you had a leg injury and weren't driving at all.]

[You sly manipulative woman, this time I'll make you pay!]

I remembered both incidents Helen mentioned.

Because this complex was close to my company, I was one of the first residents to move in. At the time, many people were indeed still renovating.

Everyone renovated during the day, but Helen, wanting to supervise herself, insisted on having workers only after working hours.

I approached Helen to discuss this several times, but she would just sneer after sizing up my clothes.

"How would a pampered wife like you know how much we've sacrificed for this apartment? Of course, I need to supervise the renovation carefully. If it's too noisy, go stay in a hotel!"

At the time, I was running a high fever and didn't have the energy to argue with her, so I called the police directly.

Helen then began renovating during the day, but after moving in, she felt I had delayed her renovation progress and demanded 100,000 in compensation for emotional distress.

I completely ignored her.

But a month later, as I was driving out, her daughter, walking her dog, ran directly towards my car.

Even though I slammed on the brakes, I still hit the dog, and it died instantly.

Helen and my husband both rushed to the scene.

Helen hysterically claimed the dog was part of their family and demanded 200,000 in compensation.

I insisted on legal procedures, and my husband immediately called the police.

When the police questioned Helen's daughter, she was so frightened she just cried, and ultimately the dashcam proved my innocence.

Out of humanitarianism, I paid 50,000.

Helen grumbled her dissatisfaction, cursing that I would definitely get my comeuppance.

My husband silently watched the distant Clara Doyle. That, I believe, must have been their first meeting.

And now, they were lying in the same bed.

I didn't rush to explain the truth in the group chat, but quickly relayed my new discovery to my best friend.

"Clara Doyle and Mark likely started communicating after I hit that dog."

My best friend, armed with the private investigator's findings, helped me trace Mark's infidelity timeline.

March 10, 2025: Mark first met Clara Doyle.

June 23: Clara Doyle, claiming her water heater was broken, went upstairs to Mark's apartment for a shower while I was away.

August 15: The two entered a hotel together, one after the other.

As of today, nearly seven months later, they had met 53 times, and Mark had spent two million from our joint account on her.

The wedding apartment my parents gave me before marriage had become their secret rendezvous spot.

My hands trembled with anger.

Helen's messages continued to flood the group.

[This Anna Gu is the worst. She loves to play the innocent victim. Being her neighbor is truly bad luck!]

[Good thing none of you with kids live too close to her, otherwise, if a child cries at night, she might just fabricate a heart condition and claim the child's noise caused a relapse!]

[Unlike me, I painstakingly raised my daughter for twenty years. She's sweet and sensible, and blushes even seeing people kiss, yet she has to listen to her screaming every night upstairs!]

[If she corrupts my innocent daughter, I swear I won't live!]

The word 'innocent' was particularly jarring.

I immediately screenshot my home monitor and sent it to the group. In the image, Mark was asleep, embracing a woman.

But because the image was blurry,

Helen couldn't recognize it as Clara Doyle, and started yelling at me.

[Anna Gu, you are truly shameless. Why are you sending photos of you and your husband sleeping to the group chat!]

[Don't you know there might be minors in this group!]

I sent a video of myself on the highway to the group, explaining, "I'm on the highway, I'll be home in forty minutes. The monitor footage is live. How many times do I have to tell you, the woman screaming in my house is not me!"

Seeing my anger, people in the group started trying to calm Helen down, saying it might really be a misunderstanding.

Helen, however, remained defiant.

[Just look at Anna Gu's manipulative act. If I had really wronged her, she would have cried and called the police by now!]

[I didn't mean to be aggressive. As long as she promises not to be so loud in the future and compensates my daughter with 300,000 for emotional distress, this matter will be over.]

Seeing the messages in the group, I couldn't help but sneer.

No wonder she reacted so strongly in the group today! She thought she'd caught me making a mistake and wanted to extort money from me!

She demanded 100,000 during the renovation, and 200,000 when I hit her dog.

She called me a pampered wife supported by my husband, but in her heart, she coveted my money.

I could no longer contain my fury and sent a voice message directly to the group: "Helen, let's not even talk about the woman upstairs not being me. Even if it were, your current actions are extortion!"

Helen was not to be outdone.

[I'm spreading rumors about you? My voice is hoarse from screaming, and you're still defiant!]

[I'm just asking if you're going to pay for the emotional damages!]

I replied directly: "I know you're jealous of my money, but my money was earned through hard work. Even if I donate it, I wouldn't give a single penny to someone like you who spreads rumors about me!"

"And in this matter, I am also a victim!"

[Pfft, my daughter is the victim!]

[Since you won't accept my kindness, don't blame me for seeking justice for my daughter!]

After Helen finished speaking, she immediately shared a live stream link in the group.

Clicking on it, I realized the person streaming was Helen herself. In the live stream, she was tearfully complaining that I screamed every day, causing her daughter to become precocious. She claimed her daughter was almost tricked into going to a nightclub to accompany men because of me.

And when she tried to complain about me in the group to get justice for her daughter, she was accused of extortion.

Helen cried hysterically, like a desperate, loving mother trying to protect her child.

Unknowing viewers in the live stream immediately became enraged, rushing to support Helen.

[Why bother talking so much to a bitch like that? Just kick her out of the complex and make her compensate you all with her apartment!]

[To put it nicely, this woman might be a kept woman by her husband, but in reality, she could also be a mistress. I suggest the streamer expose her identity. If she's really a mistress, it'll be easier to deal with!]

Helen pretended to accidentally leak my information in the live stream.

In just five minutes, all my information was dug up, and my company received thousands of complaints overnight!

The client with whom I had been negotiating a collaboration for a week, upon seeing the news, decided to terminate the agreement.

My employees' calls kept coming in, asking what was happening and how the company should handle public relations.

"Save all evidence. Have legal prepare for a lawsuit."

After replying to my employees' messages, I rushed to call each client back to explain, with no time to deal with the online outrage.

After contacting all the clients,

The car finally stopped at the entrance of the complex.

My best friend said the timeline evidence for Mark's infidelity was ready.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at the dimly lit morning sky outside, and sent a message to the group.

"I know everyone is enjoying the show. I'm downstairs at the complex now. If you're awake, come with me to catch them in the act."

I opened the car door and stepped out, looking up at my apartment building.

Many people were peering down.

Helen, clutching her phone for the live stream, rushed down first. Pointing the phone at my face, she told her viewers:

"This bitch must have sneaked out of her apartment while I wasn't looking, deliberately creating the illusion that she wasn't home!"

"Now her place is definitely empty. She'll open the door and claim I falsely accused her, but she doesn't know I've recorded her screams!"

Seeing many neighbors had gathered, I gave a cold smile.

"I checked the monitor. Those animals are still inside. We won't come up empty-handed."

"Now, I'm taking everyone upstairs to catch them in the act!"