Brother, what are you doing? Valerie has been in the hospital this whole time. Betty stepped between us. Then why did Chloe suddenly have a miscarriage? The doctor said it looked like she ate something bad.

Jason pointed a finger at me. I bet you ordered it. You hated Chloe. "Stop it!" Betty yelled suddenly.

"The doctor said Chloe was already at high risk of miscarriage from the start." She hesitated for a moment. "There was also a problem with her blood type analysis." Jason froze. What do you mean?

See for yourself. Betty pulled a paper out of her purse. "It's a copy of Chloe's report." Jason quickly read the document. His face hardened.

"This is impossible. Mom already had her investigated," Betty said quietly. Chloe was seeing other men back then. "It's possible the baby wasn't yours." Jason stood there as if struck by lightning.

Inside my bed, I could barely hold back my laughter. This comedy was turning out to be much more interesting than I had imagined. Suddenly, Jason's phone rang. He answered it mechanically. His expression went from shock to pure panic.

What? Mr. Roberts brought in auditors to review the books. Since when does Richard Vance know about this? I'm heading there right now.

He hung up and shot me a murderous glare. Don't think you can fool me by playing crazy. This business with the company isn't over yet. With that, he ran out of the room. Betty hesitated for a second and followed him.

Finally, the room was quiet. I let out a long sigh and pulled my phone out from under the pillow. I had a short text from my father. The message read, "Withdrawal complete." I replied, "I will be in the hospital for three more days."

I put the phone away and walked over to the window. The sunset stained the entire city in blood red. It felt like the grand finale of a play, and I knew the best part was yet to come.

That night, my condition suddenly improved, and I was able to hold simple conversations. The attending doctor, amazed by this medical miracle, noted it in my chart and recommended a few more days of admission to observe my progress. The next day, Betty came with more good news. After Chloe was admitted for the miscarriage, three men simultaneously showed up at her hospital room, including Alex Vance from the Vance Group, which caused a monumental scandal at the company. Mr.

Roberts had blown the whistle on Jason's embezzlement, and the board of directors had demanded a full audit. And the most ironic part of all my mother-in-law, Phyllis, discovered that more than half her beloved jewelry had disappeared. It had all been stolen and pawned by Chloe. "Mom is in the hospital from the shock," Betty said, looking like she was at a funeral. "The house is a disaster.

Dad says it's all my brother's fault for bringing that wicked woman home." I patted her hand helplessly. Don't worry, they'll discharge me soon and I'll help you guys. Betty seemed moved and grabbed my hand. "Valerie, you're the only one we have left.

That woman, Chloe... who knows how much money she milked from my brother." I smiled and nodded. Inside, I thought, "This is only the beginning. The fun starts now." 3 days later, the doctor discharged me.

Jason didn't come to pick me up. Instead, my brother-in-law, Michael, came. In the car, he hesitated several times before finally saying a single sentence. "Valerie, I'm sorry.

When I got home, all my belongings had been moved to the basement storage. The master bedroom, which Chloe had occupied, was now a mess. A few photos of her and Jason still hung on the wall. I silently took them down with a pair of scissors. Late that night, Jason came home drunk and stumbling.

Seeing me, he stopped dead in his tracks. "How come you got discharged?" "The doctor said I'm fine now," I replied calmly. He stared at me for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped to his knees and hugged my legs. "Valerie, I'm sorry.

I was wrong. That witch Chloe tricked me. The baby wasn't even mine. Now the company is a mess. Please, please help me.

I stroked his head gently as if comforting a stray dog. Don't worry. Everything will turn out fine. And I meant it. Everything was truly turning out fine according to my plan.

For me, that is. In the early morning, I confirmed the notification from the Swiss bank. Final transfer completed. Tomorrow, I would officially file for divorce, and this man who once thought he could rule the world would realize he had lost everything. I touched the jade pendant tucked inside my pajamas.

Its cold touch reassured me. My grandmother was right. The most valuable treasures are often hidden in the most unexpected places, just like the perfect revenge, which often dresses itself in the mask of absolute submission. At 3:00 a.m., the final confirmation email arrived from the Swiss bank. I read and reread the few lines on my phone screen.

Dear client, the transfer of all your assets has been completed. The total amount is 120 million Swiss francs. If you require any further assistance, please do not hesitate to contact your relationship manager. The first light of dawn was barely hinting at the horizon. I let out a silent sigh.