My Wife Framed Me as the Homewrecker

On my way home from work, a luxury car hit me, fracturing my arm. The driver then falsely accused me of trying to extort money.

Halfway through my emergency surgery, the male driver forcefully dragged me to court.

Do you know how much the car My wife bought me cost? Five million! My wife is the best lawyer in the entire country; you'll be bankrupt by the time this is over!

From the defendant's stand, my vision kept blurring. The pain was beyond anything I had ever felt.

The next second, a female lawyer rushed in, shielding the man behind her:

Your Honor, my husband would never intentionally hit someone. This must be an attempt at fraud, and it deserves severe punishment.

Watching that familiar back, the blood in my veins turned to ice.

The elite lawyer, impeccably dressed in a suit, was none other than Lester, my wife, who had told me she was on a business trip in Europe.

With her soothing words, the man, Cedric, looked even more aggrieved as he pointed behind her.

It's him! He got blood all over the new car you gave me. It's disgusting!

Lester turned her head in the direction he pointed. One glance, and the anger in her eyes turned to shock.

But three seconds later, she quickly composed herself, her expression so cold it made her a stranger to me.

I am Mr. Cedric's defense attorney. Please direct all your questions to me.

My wife, with whom I had shared a bed for five years, was suddenly speaking with such detachment.

All my questions instantly choked in my throat, leaving me unable to breathe.

A while ago, she called to say her company had transferred her to a neighboring city for a business trip, with a doubled salary.

My calls often went unanswered, and my messages unreturned.

Even when I was sick, I went to the hospital alone, running up and down the floors five or six times.

It turned out she was building a family with another man.

The thought sent a sharp pang through my wound, and I couldn't help but hunch over.

Lester finally noticed my horrific injury.

This is

Cedric abruptly cut her off.

Anyway, a good-for-nothing like him wouldn't be affected by a broken arm.

But my car cost five million, Lester. He has to pay for the damages!

I clenched my fists, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs.

Lester had told me her family was deep in debt and had lost everything, and that I'd have to make sacrifices for a while.

I had been frugal, and the thought of having children in the future made me so anxious I relied on medication to cope.

Now, it seemed my efforts were nothing short of a clown act compared to that five-million-dollar luxury car.

Lester, I want him to compensate me and apologize.

The man confidently wrapped his arm around Lester's waist.

And I stood by, my heart in my throat.

Lester looked conflicted, as if she wanted to stop him, but seeing his insistence, she forced a doting yet helpless smile.

Lester looked at me, her eyes filled with a warning.

Just apologize.

I froze, my limbs turning cold.

I had lost an arm, yet she was telling me to apologize to the person who had maimed me.

At the judge's urging, I stiffly bowed.

Mr. Cedric, I'm sorry.

The man ignored me, instead affectionately wrapping his arm around Lester's slender waist.

You couldn't pay for the car repairs even if you gave your life. Three hundred thousand. Consider it a lesson learned.

Hearing the exorbitant sum, my heart froze completely.

Lester watched him dotingly, not sparing me another glance.

She seemed to have forgotten that I once sold off all my assets to gather medical funds for my mother, and even then, I couldn't come up with three hundred thousand.

Clutching the fine, I walked out of the courtroom alone.

It wasn't until a Maybach sped past me that I snapped back to reality.

A SnapChat message popped up from Lester:

We'll talk properly when I get home. Don't let him find out.

Tears silently streamed down my face.

The endless nights working overtime until dawn, the five years of tirelessly nurturing our home, had all become a cruel joke.

As I entered the hallway, I saw movers carelessly throwing my luggage out.

I rushed forward to stop them.

What are you doing? Stop it!

Just then, Lester, dressed in a haute couture suit, calmly walked out of the house.

You should move out for a while. It's for your own good.

I trembled, my voice hoarse.

Was five years of lying not enough? Are you trying to drive me to ruin? Do you have a heart at all?!

Lester briefly closed her eyes, exhaling helplessly.

Can you stop making a scene?

Cedric and I are bound by a family arrangement. I hid you away for your own good, you understand, right?

As for this entire building, I actually bought it for Cedric, but now that he knows about you, you'll eventually be discovered if you stay here.

My eyes blurred with tears, but her words became even clearer.

Every word pierced my heart, leaving me raw and bleeding.

The house that held five years of beautiful memories had never truly been mine.

As she left, Lester tossed a set of keys at me.

My assistant will take you. You can stay in the suburbs for now. Don't be difficult.

Watching her retreating figure, I picked up the keys and powerlessly threw them at her.

I never imagined my wife, my partner through thick and thin, could become so hateful.

Lester's assistant took me to a lavish villa.

The moment I stepped inside, the assistant locked the door behind me.

My eyes landed on a huge family photo of three people.

Lester and Cedric were smiling brightly, holding a three-year-old child.

No wonder every time I brought up having children, she would look resistant and quickly change the subject.

It turned out she already had a son.

Seeing the date on the photo, my heart sank to rock bottom.

That day, my father had died of a sudden heart attack, and I desperately called Lester from the hospital corridor.

I cried until my voice was hoarse, but her tone was dismissive.

I'm sorry, my boss sent me on another business trip. I won't be home for another week.

She hung up quickly, without even a proper word of condolence.

It turned out that while I was at my most heartbroken, she was taking family photos with Cedric and their child.

I uncontrollably smashed the photo frame and knelt on the floor, weeping silently.

After my tears dried, I pulled out my phone to contact a lawyer.

Please draft a divorce agreement for me.

I stared at it self-torturingly for a long time before realizing that fresh blood was gushing from my unhealed wound.

I instinctively dialed Lester's number.

The first call was hung up; the second went straight to voicemail.

The pain was so intense I passed out.

Just then, two or three bodyguards burst in, forcibly dragging me into a car.

The car sped all the way to the hospital.

In the ward, they tied me up.

Until an alarming needle appeared before my eyes, I struggled desperately.

What do you want from me?!

The next second, Lester's fierce face entered my vision.

I warned you not to upset Cedric, but you insisted on taking risks.

Now Cedric knows about you and just tried to slit his wrists. I know you have a rare blood type. We need to draw your blood to save him immediately!

Doctor, do it now!

I barely managed to open my eyes, only to see her face was deathly pale, her lips trembling as she spoke.

I had never seen her so frantic.

Before I could struggle, a thick needle pierced my vein, and pain spread from my arm to my entire body.

Due to excessive blood loss, I quickly lost consciousness.

I don't know how long passed, but I woke up to a sharp, severe pain in my lower body.

What what happened to me?

Seeing the bloody mess below me, a terrible premonition crept into my heart.

After my persistent questioning, the doctor finally spoke with difficulty.

Mr. Cedric was very angry after learning about your identity and insisted you undergo a vasectomy. Ms. Lester signed the consent form.

In that instant, I felt the world spin.

Simply because of a petulant remark from Cedric, Lester would go to such an extreme.

I violently vomited a mouthful of blood.

Just then, my phone vibrated frantically.

I opened it and saw an overwhelming torrent of insults.

Rub yourself with steel wool if you're so desperate. Is another man's wife really that great?

These days, affairs are so blatant. Just a few days ago, he was trying to extort money!

Words like homewrecker and scum flashed across the screen. I couldn't believe it.

I was Lester's legally recognized husband. Why should I bear such infamy?

I painfully posted my marriage certificate online, detailing the timeline of my relationship with Lester.

To my surprise, someone online circled the seal on my marriage certificate.

This is clearly fake! What a cunning homewrecker!

I was too shocked to speak, zooming in to confirm.

The next second, Cedric publicly posted hismarriage certificate online, specifically highlighting its embossed seal.

At the same time, Lester called.

My question blurted out.

Lester, is his marriage certificate the real one?

Back then, my mother was gravely ill, and her greatest wish was to see us get married.

We went to City Hall together. She held my hand, solemnly swore, and promised to be with me for life.

Now, she cruelly said:

I have to give him an explanation. I can't just let him follow me without any status.

You're different. You'll stay by my side no matter what. Let's not dwell on these things right now.

From her end, I heard the sound of things being smashed.

Cedric is very unstable right now. Quickly apologize to him and admit you're the homewrecker.

Hearing those words, I was so shocked I was almost breathless.

I'm the one who's been deceived for five years! Why do you think I would apologize?!

Lester suddenly sneered on the phone.

Because your mother is barely alive thanks to my money and medical resources. Think about it!

The call ended, and I collapsed powerlessly beside the bed.

My mother's illness had recurred repeatedly, with each hospital visit costing tens of thousands.

Lester had covered all her medical expenses, even making time to visit her at the hospital, no matter how busy she was.

Ethan, don't stress too much. Your mother will get better.

But now, she was using my only living relative to threaten me.

With injuries all over my body, I checked out of the hospital and desperately searched for work.

When people saw me, they furiously threw trash and vegetable scraps at me.

Who would hire someone so morally corrupt? Get out!

He's promiscuous! Who knows what dirty diseases he might have!

I had become a rat scurrying across the street, despised by everyone.

The news reached my mother's ears. She called me, her voice weak.

Don't beg her for my sake again

The piercing sound of medical equipment grated on my nerves.

I held back my tears. Mom, don't worry about me. I have to go now!

Finally, I found Lester.

Seeing my compromise, the woman smiled with satisfaction and handed me a written statement.

After you confess to being the homewrecker live, I'll compensate you.

As soon as she finished speaking, reporters aimed their cameras at me, frantically snapping photos.

I couldn't believe it.

How is this any different from a public execution?!

Lester's voice suddenly dropped very low, gentle yet cruel enough.

If you don't want to go live, that's fine. Then go admit to your mother that you're the homewrecker. Didn't she always hate homewreckers the most?

In an instant, my heart clenched violently.

She knew full well that my mother's illness had stemmed from finding out about my father's affair.

If she knew my "identity" now, it would be tantamount to killing her!

My mother was the only family I had left in this world. I couldn't stand by and watch her die.

I swallowed the metallic taste of blood in my throat, shuffled my steps, and knelt before Cedric for the cameras.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cedric. I ruined your family. I am shameless.

I am sorry.

I felt like a dog with no dignity.

After it was over, I looked up, glaring at Cedric's smug face, then at Lester.

Is this apology sufficient?

Lester's chest visibly rose and fell. She cleared her throat and tossed a bank card at my feet.

Three million should be enough. Take it to save your mother.

I snatched the bank card and raced to the hospital.

Seeing my mother's pale face on the bed, I trembled like a leaf.

I frantically handed the bank card to the doctor.

Doctor, please, you have to save her!

A few minutes later, the doctor returned with the bank card.

I'm sorry, sir, but I've tried several times, and it's not working. This card has been frozen.

I didn't have time to think. I pinned my hopes on the gold ring on my wrist.

This ring must be worth a lot. It's pure gold!

But the doctor just glanced at it and looked at me with pity.

Sir, you've been scammed, haven't you? This is clearly fake.

The crisp sound of the ring hitting the floor struck my heart.

Three months ago, for my birthday, Lester had bought me this ring after I pestered her.

Even after publicly admitting I was a homewrecker, I hadn't brought myself to sell it for my mother's medical expenses.

It turned out that in Lester's eyes, I was utterly worthless.

The next second, the monitoring equipment emitted a piercing alarm.

My mother closed her eyes, and my grief-stricken cries spread from between my teeth.

I held the urn, my expression numb, and walked toward the rooftop.

A SnapChat message popped up from Lester:

[Sorry, I'm at the hospital with Cedric for his IV. I'll go see Mom once he falls asleep and tell her not to worry.]

[I've bought you a new house. You can tell me anything you want.]

[Cedric said he can compromise. I'll make more time for you in the future.]

I didn't reply.

The cold wind on the hospital rooftop ruffled my hair as I took step after step toward the edge.

Lester, there's truly no future for us anymore.

With those words, I smiled and jumped from the hospital rooftop.

At the same time, inside a hospital room.

Lester inadvertently looked out the window. Just a glance, and her pupils suddenly constricted.