"You bitch! I work my ass off for this family, and this is how you repay me? By whoring around? Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
After saying that, he raised his hand to strike her again, but I grabbed it just in time.
I glared at him fiercely, "Dad, do you want to beat my mother to death?"
He wrenched my hand free, his face darkening, and spat at my mother. "Whore! We're getting a divorce, no matter what!"
Judy cradled her belly, a smug smile tugging at her lips.
3.
In my previous life, they had forced my mother into a similar situation. With the evidence against my mother, she had no choice but to leave with nothing.
My mother, soft-hearted and hopelessly in love, had always placed my father on a pedestal.
Even when wronged, she refused to fight for herself.
But I knew better. My mother had done nothing wrong. The evidence they held was part of their elaborate trap.
I rushed over, helping my disheartened mother onto the sofa, quickly pressing a tissue to her bleeding wound.
Holding up my phone, I confronted my father and Judy.
"I have recorded everything you just did to my mother. Bill Best, what do you think will happen to your company if I release this?"