The Mistress Came to Kill Me on Our Anniversary Night

Amidst the torrent of insults, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand, though the pain was excruciating and blood pooled around me.

The neighbors blocked the elevator, refusing to let me use it, leaving me no choice but to drag my blood-soaked body down the stairs step by step.

By the time I reached the apartment building’s entrance, not a single driver was willing to take me to the hospital.

They all refused, afraid my blood would stain their cars.

In the end, a kind passerby took pity on me and brought me to the hospital. But it was too late. Because of the massive blood loss, I couldn’t save the baby.

My own life hung by a thread, and I needed an urgent blood transfusion.

However, my blood type was extremely rare, and finding a match on such short notice was nearly impossible.

The hospital contacted my husband. When he learned of the situation, his response was a tirade of curses.

“You’re unbelievable! You’ll go as far as causing yourself to bleed out just to manipulate me into coming back? Forget it! Unless you apologize to Lisa, don’t even think about me donating blood! I’d rather drain my blood into the sewer than give it to you!”

His words froze my heart completely. In the end, it was the hospital director who provided me with the blood I needed. My life was saved, but my body was left severely weakened.

As I lay in bed, memories of our past flooded my mind. Back in college, James had fallen for me at first sight. He brought me meals every day, cared for me attentively, and made me feel cherished.

I quickly fell in love and vowed that he was the only man I would ever marry.

Afraid that he’d feel intimidated by the gap in our social standings, I cut ties with my family after graduation and married him in a whirlwind.

When he started his business, I stood by his side, enduring countless hardships—skipping meals, wearing worn-out clothes, and sacrificing everything to support him.

During those years, my parents constantly asked if I regretted my choices, but each time James told me he loved me, I felt certain I had made the right decision. I promised to stay by his side no matter what.

Eventually, he succeeded in becoming the CEO of a multinational corporation.

Back then, he went to extraordinary lengths to show his love. On my birthday, he once organized a grand fireworks display that became the talk of the town. Everyone wondered which lucky woman was behind such an extravagant gesture. No matter how busy he was, he always found time to whisk me away to the Rodives for a vacation.

But everything changed.

One day, I accidentally saw his chat history and discovered his affair with his secretary, Lisa. When James realized I had gone through his phone, he flew into a rage and physically attacked me. It was then I learned the truth—that all his excuses about being busy with work were just cover for the time he spent with her.

I clung to hope, believing that if I had a child, he might return to the man he once was. But reality delivered a cruel slap to my face. Even as I lay in a pool of my own blood, his first instinct was to take Lisa to the hospital.

At that moment, my phone screen lit up. It was a message from Lisa.

The photo she sent showed James carefully blowing on a bowl of oatmeal to cool it before feeding her, his expression tender and cautious, as if afraid to burn her.

Over the years, Lisa had sent me countless intimate photos of the two of them, flaunting their closeness and taunting me.

There was a time when those photos would have made my chest tighten with unbearable pain, a sharp ache that felt as if it tore through my very soul.

But now, I felt nothing. My heart was numb, dead to the man I had once loved.

I closed the chat window and called James. He ignored my call six times before finally picking up, only to launch into a furious tirade the moment he answered.

“How dare you call me? Do you have any idea how badly you hurt Lisa? You vicious woman!”

“Kailey Hall, today I finally saw your true colors! I don’t even want to imagine what would’ve happened if I’d arrived any later. Would you have killed her? You’re insane!

“Get yourself to the hospital room right now and kneel before Lisa to apologize! If you don’t, I’ll divorce you!”

Before I could respond, I heard Lisa’s pitiful, tearful voice in the background.

“James, please don’t blame her. It’s my fault. I was the one who offered to help her. She might have hurt me by accident, but you shouldn’t scold her anymore. Pregnant women shouldn’t be under too much stress—it’s not good for the baby.”

James sighed deeply. “Lisa, you’re too kind. Even after everything she’s done to you, you’re still defending her. You’ve always been the one helping me with my work, while Kailey spends her days doing nothing at home. What does a housewife even amount to? And now she dares to hurt you?

“Unless she apologizes to you, I won’t forgive her. Not this time.”

While the two of them exchanged their sweet words, I remained calm and said evenly, “Alright. Let’s get divorced.”