The Truth About Beating My Husband

I was infamous throughout Riverton as a jealous and vicious woman, quick to lash out at my husband, Jackson Byers, if anything displeased me. Every woman who came near Jackson, even those who merely spoke a word to him, I personally dealt with. Everyone advised him to divorce me, yet hed repeatedly endure bruises, defending me against criticism and disputes. Everyone assumed he was terrified by my ruthless methods.

All the lawyers in Riverton banded together to sue for his divorce from me. But he withdrew the suit every single time: I love Phoebe, and my life only has one option: being widowed. I kindly ask all other women to automatically keep their distance from me.

It wasnt until the night he withdrew the suit for the hundredth time that another man, a stranger, pressed a gun to my forehead: Jackson loves you so much; he would never cheat. My sister was innocent! All those girls were innocent! Why couldn't you just leave them alone?

I didnt even open my eyes, just curled my lips and turned over: If he truly loved me, he wouldnt be flirting with other women! I added, Tomorrow, I have six more packages to handle. If you want to know the truth, youll have to find a way to follow me.

I woke up to find a bodyguard in the house. Before I could speak, Jackson proactively introduced him: Phoebe, this is the bodyguard I specifically hired for you, Michael King.

The man who had pointed a gun at my head last night bowed respectfully: Madam, your safety will be my responsibility from now on.

I pushed Jackson away, scoffing, This scrawny dog? Can he swing a club or wield a knife?

Seeing my dissatisfaction with Michael, Jackson immediately moved to fire him. Michael suddenly looked up, his eyes burning with anger at my mockery. Catching sight of his fist clenching in his pocket, I finally spoke: So, do you want to protect me, the universally reviled vixen? Or do you want to seize the opportunity to kill me?

Without waiting for his answer, I lightly patted Jacksons shoulder. Dont wait for me for dinner tonight, I have plans with a friend! I gave Michael a meaningful look, then grabbed my bag and got into the car. Just as the car door was about to close, a pair of hands gripped the handle.

The next second, Michael King dropped to his knees, pleading with me: Madam, I cannot lose this job!

I finally looked at him squarely. As expected of a man who could break into my room in the middle of the nightflexible and adaptable, capable of great things. I averted my gaze, closing my eyes to rest.

Jackson sternly ordered Michael: Protect my wife. If she loses even a single hair, Ill personally chop you into pieces!

I raised my hand, and Michael started the car. Madam, where to first?

Deep Glen Hotel.

Before opening the door, I calmly told Michael, Inside is the first one I need to handle today. You can learn from it. I pushed the door open, and the young model who had found Jacksons car keys yesterday shrieked in terror.

Mrs. Byers Im sorry, Ill never do it again

The model was tied up, frantically shrinking into the corner of the wall in fright. I hadnt even done anything, and she was already streaming tears. The next second, I pushed her down, straddling her, and unleashed a barrage of actions.

Mrs. Byers, Im sorry, please let me go. I really didnt know those were Mr. Byerss keys when I picked them up

After fumbling around her abdomen for a bit, I was quite disappointed. But I took the opportunity to force a handful of pills into her mouth, then pulled out my phone to snap pictures of her disheveled state.

Get out of Riverton. Dont let me see you again. My voice held no tremor.

The young model, as if pardoned, clutched her throat and scrambled away, practically rolling. I unhurriedly cleaned my hands with disinfectant, then looked at Michael: Did you learn anything? There are five more to go. Your turn or mine?

Michael gritted his teeth, demanding, Why? She never intended to seduce Mr. Byers. She was innocent with him. Why are you so cruel to people?

Cruel? This is just the beginning! The next second, I posted the young models photos online. Moments later, the comment section was, as usual, inundated with insults.

So, you let me follow you, to personally watch you inflict abuse, because youre certain I wouldnt dare kill you? A gun was pressed to my forehead again.

I brushed the gun aside, smiling faintly. Kill me, and youll never know the truth.

Michael put away his gun and accompanied me to deal with the second woman. This was a college student, Sarah Greene, who had accidentally rear-ended Jacksons car. Sarah had just gotten her drivers license, and on her first day with her new car, she hit Jacksons Porsche.

She cried, kowtowing to me: Mrs. Byers, I really didnt mean to rear-end Mr. Byers. Ill pay whatever it costs. Please dont hurt me, I dont want to die

I pulled out a self-defense baton, aiming for her bulging abdomen: According to custom, as long as you see the error of your ways, Ill know what to do. Before the baton could fall, she wet herself in fear, frantically kowtowing to me: Mrs. Byers, I dont want to die. My mother raised me with such hardship; if I die, she wont survive alone. Please let me go

The stench from the mess beneath her made me immediately throw the baton to Michael: You do it!

Michael clutched the self-defense baton, his eyes bloodshot. I ignored him, simply tossing him a box of pills with no packaging or instructions. If you cant bring yourself to hit her, then feed her these, and then you both go to the bathroom!

With that, I turned to my bag to retrieve my frantically vibrating phone. Ignoring the malicious insults, I routinely opened the camera. Unexpectedly, I accidentally touched a live stream that popped up on my phone. The familiar sight made me turn around in surprise. My voice trembling, I excitedly asked Michael, Are you filming me? And live-streaming?

But he asked me, aghast, You gave her drugs, and you want me to to do that to her?

I lunged at Michael like a madwoman, patting him down. Seizing the opportunity, I whispered, Quickly feed her the medicine, then take her to the restroom! Lets be quick!

But the next second, Michael slammed the baton heavily onto my head. You want me to take advantage and assault Sarah, then spread malicious rumors about her to control her? How can there be such a disgusting vixen like you?!

Warm blood instantly gushed out, and my vision turned red. After I fell to the ground, the live stream chat erupted in cheers:

[Well done! Brother, you did what weve long wanted to do!]

[That vixen deserves a lesson! She really thought she had supernatural powers, but shes just flesh and blood!]

[Brother, quickly rescue this student! She cant end up tragically dead like that young model!]

That young model died? Was I too late?

Lost in thought, Michael kicked me again, then left with Sarah. Sarah, however, dared not go with him, insisting on leaving alone. I desperately clutched Michaels leg: She cant leave! Quickly give her the medicine! Im doing this for her own good!

Meeting my pleading gaze, Michael hesitated. Thousands of viewers in the live stream furiously scrolled messages:

[Brother, dont be swayed by her! Giving someone drugs is called doing good?]

[That vixens medicine is definitely not good news. Absolutely dont give it to the girl! It could be deadly!]

Seeing Sarah seizing the chance to run, I pulled out a dagger from my bag and forcefully threw it at her. Thankfully, it struck her right leg. I chased after her, intending to force the medicine down Sarahs throat, but Michael blocked me at every turn.

What kind of medicine is this? he demanded.

A laxative. If you want to know the truth, quickly give it to her! Any later and it might be too late

Michael raised his hand and slapped my face. I dont believe it! Theres definitely something wrong with this medicine!

I was knocked to the ground by his slap. In desperation, I picked up the dagger and again stabbed Sarah, who was trying to escape. The entire internet was shocked by my ruthlessness and madness, with some netizens suggesting calling the police to arrest me. But more netizens rejected the idea.

[Cant call the police, otherwise Jackson, that love-struck fool, will surely protect her with his life!]

Millions of netizens quickly signed an electronic petition, clamoring:

[Phoebe Stone, go to hell!]

[I bet some of the hundreds of women she dealt with before died just like Anya Zhao!]

[Since the law cant punish her, then let justice punish her!]

[Those who can go to the scene, quickly unite to eliminate this cancer! She must confess her crimes before Jackson finds out!]

[Yes! The law doesnt punish the masses! Lets move!]

I looked at these comments, brimming with anticipation. Michael also saw the public screen. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at me, waiting for more righteous people to judge me. Sarah gasped in pain, cursing me:

Mrs. Byers, you are so domineering and venomous, youll get your comeuppance sooner or later!

Hearing the screech of tires outside the warehouse, I smiled, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and whispered, Im afraid Ill have to disappoint you all; Jackson wont let anything happen to me!

The next second, Mrs. Byerss mother and a crowd of people surged into the abandoned warehouse. She also brought a restraining order. It was a court order strictly prohibiting me from approaching Jackson, and strictly prohibiting me from leaving the house.

You wretch, lets see how you bully my son this time!

But I merely smiled. I looked past her, coldly speaking: Jackson Byers, is this what you so boastfully call your love for me?

Mrs. Byerss mother, accompanied by a team of lawyers, surrounded the arriving Jackson, fearing I might lose control and hurt someone. Then, in an effort to curry favor, she handed the restraining order to Jackson: Son, look, even the court cant stand it anymore. You can finally get rid of this vixen!

But Jackson took the restraining order, glanced at it, and tore it to shreds: Mother, if you force me to divorce Phoebe again, well cut ties!

The surrounding lawyers were so enraged they wanted to open his head and look inside right there.

Mr. Byers, you have money, you have good looks. Why are you so fixated on this vixen?

Even in a matriarchal society, no one is as arrogant as her!

Besides, she committed murder an hour ago! She just stabbed this young girl. You, a great philanthropist, can you bear for that young model to die so mysteriously? He pressed, You need to think clearly. If you continue to shield her, to clean up her messes, then you are also a murderer, an accomplice!

Jackson, however, merely elegantly tossed the shredded pieces into the air and called his assistant: Liam, Phoebe has been wronged again today. Go hurry customs to clear the shipment; I want that Bugatti in the garage tonight!

Mr. Davies, the lead lawyer, was so angry his chest heaved violently. He had been practicing for thirty years and had never seen anyone so pathetic and masochisticevery time they met, Jackson was bruised, and his first words were either to withdraw a lawsuit or to wholeheartedly clean up his abusive wifes messes. At this moment, half of Jacksons face was still a terrible purple, yet his lips curved upwards, his gaze at me utterly doting.

Mr. Davies quickly pinched his philtrum, then pulled out a divorce agreement and handed it to Jackson: Mr. Byers, life is short. Cant you live for yourself? I know you love her, but shes a murderer, shes going to prison soon. Why hold onto this marriage? Im begging you, divorce her, alright? He pressed, Or do you love her so much that youve lost all sense of right and wrong, insisting on spending the rest of your life with a murderer?

Jacksons usual gentle smile froze instantly, his eyes losing some of their warmth. I said, I will never divorce Phoebe in this lifetime. The only way we part is if one of us dies!

Everyone present was so frustrated they felt like smashing the walls.

What spell has Phoebe Stone cast on you that makes you want to give her your life?

Last week she pushed a college student who brushed past you down the stairs. Yesterday she knocked a filing intern into the hospital. Today she brazenly killed someone, and your facehow many days a month is it normal? Cant you be strong just once?

Mr. Davies roar made the windows tremble, but it only elicited Jacksons cold reply.

Even if Phoebe beats me to death, I will gladly accept it! He continued, Besides, Phoebe is just a bit quick-tempered, not a vixen. I will compensate all those people for the mistakes she made when she lost control. They have no complaints, so why are you more anxious than the emperor?

Mr. Davies was beyond furious, pointing at me and roaring, Jackson Byers! That young model was killed by her! Wake up, will you? Even if you love her madly, can you at least have some moral compass?!

Someone, unable to stand it anymore, tried to call the police to arrest me. But Jacksons people stopped them.

If Phoebe is truly guilty, I will atone for her sins!

A crowd of people, unable to persuade Jackson, could only glare at me with resentment: Phoebe Stone, you are narrow-minded and vicious. Youll get your comeuppance sooner or later! They continued, If you have any conscience left, actively divorce and turn yourself in!

Jacksons sword-like gaze swept over those people: If you want to make trouble for Phoebe, youll have to step over my dead body! With that, he stepped forward with an apologetic expression, forcefully picking me up. Phoebe, Im sorry. Its all my fault for making you suffer He then instructed his assistant to hand Sarah a check for one million dollars. This is a small apology on behalf of my wife. Do you choose to forgive her, or pursue further action?

Everyone shouted: Young lady, dont be swayed by money! Lets all work together to remove this blight from society! Sarah hesitated, then ultimately accepted the check. Actually, Mrs. Byers just loves Mr. Byers too much. I was the one who hit Mr. Byerss car; I was at fault first

Everyone was stunned, and even their perception of Jackson changed.