Last time, I’d have been intimidated. But I’d
died once. They were my leeches. I only felt
amusement. I nodded meekly, “I can say that,
but Mark might not believe me. The video is
so real…”
Tiffany smirked, “I’ll convince him. He thinks
I’m carrying his child!”
“He married you for money. I have money and
a child. Why wouldn’t he marry me?”
My brow furrowed. Last time, I’d known about
Tiffany’s pregnancy. I’d been disgusted, but
her words implied… whose child was it?
I asked casually, “Thinks? The baby isn’t
Mark’s?”
Tiffany didn’t realize her slip, “Of course…”
She covered her mouth, “Yes, it is! Don’t lie
to Mark!”
Her mother, “What does it matter? Even if it
isn’t, she can have another one.”
Tiffany pulled on her mother, “Mom, stop it!”
It was too late. Mark stormed out, slapping
Tiffany, “Bitch, what did you say?!”
I sighed, “Mark, you heard. Let’s divorce.
Tiffany has your child.”
“And even if she didn’t, I can’t be with you.”
Sixteen:
Mark had come to beg for forgiveness.
Tiffany’s arrival escalated things; he’d hidden
<
in the bedroom. Hearing about the baby, he
burst out demanding answers. My statement
stopped him. He knelt, “Mengting, I love you! I
can’t divorce you! Give me another chance!”
Love? I scoffed. He wouldn’t divorce because
of the prenup. He’d insisted on it to prove his
love. Divorce meant he’d get nothing.
I didn’t expose him. I sighed, “Mark, I believe
you love me, but this whole mess with
Tiffany… it hurts.”
“Let’s divorce. I wish you both happiness.”
Mark felt his world crumble, “Explain it! The
video is real, but she seduced me! Her family
never treated you as family! They adopted
you for your money! Don’t fall for it!”
I feigned shock, “What? My money? That’s
why they wanted my money and house! I was
going to give it to them, but now I see how
wrong I was.”
“I won’t give them a cent. I won’t
く
acknowledge them as family.”
“But I’ll divorce you. I can’t compete with her
for you.”
Seventeen:
The four of them were furious. Tiffany and
her family were upset because I knew their
true intentions, Mark was devastated. They
started fighting.
Tiffany yelled at Mark, “You poor loser!
You’re trying to get my sister to give you
money! She’s not stupid!”
Her mother, “You slept with my daughter!
We’re pressing charges for rape!”
Her father agreed, “You have to marry my daughter.”
Mark was overwhelmed, he owed a huge debt
and was counting on me to pay it. He
protested, “Lies! She seduced me! Who
knows how many men she’s slept with?
You’re accusing me of rape?!”
“Sue me! Let the police see the video! Rape
or consensual! It’s all there!”
They fought, then got physical. I hid in the
dining room. A bloodcurdling scream.
Tiffany was on the floor, clutching her
stomach, bleeding.
