My husband wh.ipp.ed me 20 times because of his silver-tongued mistress. I immediately called my billionaire father: ”Dad, just as you told me, destroy his life.” Five minutes later, he was completely stunned and collapsed… — Part 3

He turned on her, his face dark. “Fix it? You were the one who kept telling me she was a nobody!”

I almost laughed, though it caused my ribs to burn.

The loud sound of police sirens echoed across the estate grounds.

“Please,” he whispered. “We can sit down and talk about this.”

“You whipped me twenty times because your mistress whispered a few lies in your ear,” I said. “There is nothing left to say.”

His voice cracked. “I was just angry.”

“You were cruel,” I reminded him.

“I will give you anything you want,” he begged.

“You already gave me everything I needed,” I replied.

I lifted the divorce folder from the floor, opened it, and dropped the legal pages one by one at his feet.

“You gave me the proof, you gave me the motive, and you gave me the witnesses,” I said. “You gave me my freedom.”

Thalia suddenly scrambled toward the side door, but Maya spoke without even looking up.

“Ms. Gray, I would strongly advise against leaving. Investigators are currently reviewing the illegal transfers made to your boutique account from these corporate funds.”

Thalia froze in place.

The triumphant pregnancy smile completely vanished from her face.

“You have no way to prove any of that,” she whispered.

Maya tapped the screen once. “We already have.”

When the police officers finally entered, he did not even try to resist. He simply sank into one of the velvet chairs, his face blank and his hands trembling uncontrollably.

The same grand hall where he had tried to humiliate me became the location where he was read his rights.

Thalia started crying first, followed by him.

I did not shed a single tear until my father walked through the front doors.

He bypassed everyone, took off his heavy cashmere coat, and wrapped it around my shoulders without saying a word. Then he held me just like he did when I was a child and had scraped my knee in the garden.

Only this time, the internal wounds were much deeper.

But so was the healing process.

Six months later, his entire holding company no longer existed. The clean assets were absorbed by our family firm, the criminal records were handed over to the prosecutors, and he faced a long prison term for fraud and physical assault. Thalia sold every one of her fake luxury bags just to pay her mounting attorney fees, only to find that no wealthy men wanted to be associated with a scandal involving massive debt.

As for me, I returned to our main office, not as a hidden daughter or a quiet wife, but as the Chief Strategy Officer.

At my first major board meeting, my back still carried the faint, jagged scars.

I wore a crisp white silk blouse anyway.

I did not wear it to hide the marks.

I wore it to remind myself that I survived the night they mistook my silence for weakness.

When my father asked me if I wanted to pursue further revenge, I looked out over the city glittering beneath our tower and simply smiled.

“No,” I said. “I finally have the peace I deserve.”

THE END.