“Everything you eat, drink, and wear comes from me,” he scolded. “What more do you want? Even if I have a few women outside, what can you do? Don’t forget—we signed a prenup. If you dare divorce me, you won’t get a single penny.”
David even cut off Rachel’s credit card, leaving her desperate.
That night, she knelt by his bed, crying pitifully, blaming me for encouraging her to confront him.
In the end, David forgave her—but from then on, he resented me.
And so, to take revenge on him, Rachel secretly found herself a boy toy.
To put it bluntly, both of them were trash.
After hanging up, I opened the recording I had just secretly made of our call and smiled with satisfaction.
In my previous life, Rachel had ruined me completely.
Now that I was reborn, this phone recording was my key evidence.
A few minutes later, my phone rang again.
This time, it was David.
I sneered and picked up.
The moment the line connected, his furious roar blasted through:
“Grace Miller, where the hell did you take my wife this time?”
“I’m warning you—if you dare take her to those filthy places again, if you dare drive a wedge between us, I won’t spare you!”
Before he could continue, I cut him off coldly: