Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 43

"You shameless mistress, bad man, scumbag, you can't even wait to have sex in the hospital bathroom. So shameless, why don't you do it on the street and let everyone see how slutty you are, always in heat, seducing other people's husbands."

Paula burst in, holding her phone up, filming and cursing loudly.

Lawrence was startled by the sudden appearance of Paula and me, his face showing panic.

"Melinda, I can explain!" Lawrence, caught in the act with Clara, still tried to make excuses.

As he spoke, he tried to find his clothes to cover himself, not wanting to be seen so naked and embarrassed.

Paula slapped the clothes out of Lawrence's hands, "Explain what? You bad man, you deserve to die."

Clara, on the other hand, was a bit flustered when I suddenly appeared, but unlike Lawrence's guilty look, she quickly regained her composure. She slowly put on her clothes while looking at me with contempt and provocation, deliberately pushing out her ample chest, "Looks like you saw it. Lawrence likes me. With your bitter face and skinny body, how can you compare to me?

If I were you, I'd either pretend I didn't see it or get a divorce early. Staying here will only humiliate yourself, watching Lawrence and me in love."

"Slap! You're proud of being a mistress!"

I suddenly burst with strength, slapping Clara's face with all my might, then yanking off the clothes she was trying to put on, "Lawrence, this bad man, doesn't have clothes to wear, and you, a shameless mistress, don't even think about wearing clothes."

My phone kept recording.

"Melinda, you bitch, how dare you hit me? Who do you think you are? A mistress? You're the one not loved by Lawrence, you're the real mistress."

Clara said, raising her hand to hit me.

But I wouldn't let her. These days, besides collecting evidence, I've been working out. If it weren't for taking a cold shower yesterday, I wouldn't have gotten sick. Now that I've recovered a bit, I have some strength.

"By your logic, maybe your mom was your dad's mistress, and you're a bastard! Don't expose your intelligence, saying such nonsense. People might think your brain is in your butt, you stupid mistress!"

I slapped Clara again, making her face swell symmetrically.

I've wanted to do this for a long time, and cursing her felt so good, releasing a lot of my pent-up anger.

Clara tried to fight back, "Bitch, how dare you hit me? Do you know who I am? Can a nouveau riche like you compare to me? Go to hell!"

Clara lunged at me, but Paula immediately kicked her down, "What are you yelling about? You're indeed a slut, wanting people to watch you without clothes."

Clara couldn't fight Paula. While Paula was hitting her, Lawrence took the chance to put on his pants. He seemed to realize that I had caught him in the act. Seeing Clara being beaten, he stood in front of her, trying to protect her.

Clara, however, didn't appreciate it. She pushed Lawrence from behind, "Lawrence, I'm being bullied. Fight back! Don't you want to prove your love for me?"

"Spit, slut! Prove Lawrence's love for you? Look at your face. I must film it well so everyone can see how shameless you are, avoiding you so you won't seduce other people's husbands. You think being a mistress is true love? Ugh, disgusting!"

Before I could get angry, Paula couldn't hold back and started filming their faces.

Lawrence tried to protect Clara, standing in front of her and raising his hand to block his face, glaring coldly at me, "Melinda, don't go too far. Do you know what you're doing is illegal, filming someone's privacy without consent?"

"Bad man, you cheated, and you still have the nerve to defend your mistress. You useless man living off Melinda's money, I'll beat you to death!" Paula, furious, hit Lawrence on the head.

As Lawrence, enraged, was about to hit Paula, I instinctively pulled Paula back and protected her.

"Lawrence, I know about your cheating, transferring assets, and poisoning our unborn child. Who's more guilty? I'm not afraid of you. Just wait for you and your mistress to be ruined and jailed!"

I coldly threw out this bombshell.

Lawrence's pupils shrank, looking at me in shock, "You know everything?"

"So, you're admitting it?" I sneered at him.

He quickly reacted, "Do you have evidence? Without evidence, these are baseless accusations and slander. At most, I'm morally flawed. Haven't I been good to you all these years? You don't appreciate it and dare to accuse me. You're the heartless one."

"Slap!" I was trembling with anger, slapping Lawrence hard, hurting my hand, "I have all the evidence. Just wait for jail! You approached me with ulterior motives and slandered me. You're the most vicious one."

I said, pulling Paula, "Paula, take this evidence. I want Clara, the mistress, and Lawrence, the bad man, to pay the price!"

I've never felt so relieved.

I didn't have to pretend with Lawrence anymore. I was in a great mood, ready to leave with Paula.

But Lawrence knew he was finished. In a panic, he suddenly grabbed my neck.

"In that case, let's go to hell together!" Lawrence laughed crazily.

I felt suffocated, the intense pain waking me from my fantasy.

My lips were bitten, bleeding from the fantasy of being strangled, actually bitten by myself.

The pain was from my nails digging into my palm, leaving several bloody marks.

At this moment, Paula and I were standing at the bathroom door, not rushing in.

From hearing the filthy words and Clara's moans, everything after was just my extreme anger and disgust-induced fantasy.

I really wanted to rush in.

But the increasingly calm me remembered the story Christopher told me, and I held back.

Now wasn't the time to confront Lawrence because I hadn't got the evidence of him poisoning our unborn child.

Also, Vance was still investigating how Lawrence transferred the assets. If I confronted him now, I might feel good emotionally, but it would alert Lawrence, and I'd get nothing, benefiting him.

I gestured to Paula, and she, being my good friend, immediately understood.

She placed a small recording device in an inconspicuous spot on the lower right corner of the door, choosing a white color similar to the door.