The Girl Who Called My Husband Daddy

Synopsis

I'd barely set foot off the plane before some girl threw coffee straight in my face, her eyes blazing with anger as she stared me down. She said, "If you ever mess with my mom again, next time I'll splash you with acid." I was pissed, just about to ask if she had the wrong person, but she wasn't done yet. She continued, "Don't you feel ashamed? So you think you can hang onto my dad for dear life and refuse to divorce, and my mom just has to suck it up? "I'm nothing like my mom. She's way too nice for her own good. From here on out, it's war between us. "You think I'll just live my whole life branded as an illegitimate child? No way!" I wiped coffee off my face and smacked her across the cheek, sneering, "My husband's got plenty of illegitimate kids out there. Who do you think you are?" She got even more pissed and snapped, "Just wait. My dad cares about me more than anything. I'll make sure you two split up for good." Not long after, my husband actually texted me: [Please, can we just get divorced? I feel so sorry for her and our daughter all these years.] [There's nothing left between us. What's the point of you clinging on like this?] I shot back without hesitation: [If you walk away with nothing, we can get divorced right now.] He went silent. He wanted both love and the family fortune. How greedy. So he wanted to chase after love for the rest of his life? Good for him. But as for me, there was only one thing that mattered now. I'd fight tooth and nail to guard everything we built from the ground up. That fortune belonged to my children, and no one else.