Reborn to Ruin My Cheating Husband

I'm eight months pregnant as I push open the bedroom door.

My husband Francis is rolling around on our marital bed with another woman.

The floor is littered with torn clothes and used condoms.

I rush forward like a madwoman, trying to pull them apart. Francis backhands me with a slap, sending me sprawling.

He slowly puts on his bathrobe and looks down at me condescendingly.

"Chloe, you're just a stand-in I bought with money. You really think you're Mrs. Carter?

I'll fuck whoever I want. Make another scene and get the hell out."

The woman on the bed walks over with a coquettish laugh and kicks me in the stomach.

"Mr. Carter says the bastard in your belly doesn't deserve the Carter name."

The pain makes cold sweat pour down my face.

I tumble down the stairs and stop breathing in a pool of blood.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the moment before pushing open the master bedroom door.

Hearing the moans coming from inside, I don't open the door.

I turn and go downstairs, call a welder, and have the master bedroom door welded shut.

Then I dial the police station.

"I'm reporting illegal prostitution at my house. The scene is extremely perverted."

The moans and sounds of bodies colliding continue endlessly inside the door.

I stand in the hallway, my stomach churning.

The excruciating pain from my previous life seems to linger in my abdomen.

I touch my protruding belly and take a deep breath before turning downstairs.

Half an hour later, two welders carrying equipment stand outside the master bedroom door.

"You really want it welded shut?"

The welder looks at this expensive solid wood double door with some hesitation.

I hand over two stacks of cash.

"Weld even the door cracks shut. Add two layers of steel bars."

"You got it!"

The welding machine emits a piercing roar.

Dazzling sparks scatter through the hallway.

The pungent smell of burning instantly fills the air.

Inside the room, they finally sense something's wrong.

"What's going on out there?!"

Francis's irritated voice comes through the door.

Then comes the sound of the handle being violently twisted.

"Chloe! Are you out there making trouble?"

"Open this door!"

I pull over a chair and sit steadily outside the door.

I watch as the welder finishes welding the last steel bar to the door frame.

"Francis, don't you like playing in there?"

"Today I'll let you play to your heart's content."

My tone is calm, without a hint of emotion. The door shakes violently from being kicked.

"Have you lost your mind! You dare lock me in?"

"When I get out, I'll kill you!"

The woman next to him also starts screaming.

"Mr. Carter, I'm so scared. Is this woman mentally ill?"

I let out a cold laugh and take out my phone.

"Officer, yes, the address is Villa A in the Seaside Villa District."

"Come quickly. They're organizing illegal prostitution inside."

Ten minutes later, five fully equipped police officers rush up to the second floor.

"Who called the police?"

The lead officer looks at the welded door and freezes.

"Officer, I made the report."

"This house is my marital home under my name."

"My husband is illegally soliciting prostitutes inside."

The police exchange glances.

"Listen up, people inside! This is the police! Open the door immediately!"

Inside the room goes instantly quiet.

A few seconds later, Francis's exasperated voice comes through.

"Chloe, you dare call the police? Are you tired of living!"

The police look at the steel bars on the door and directly call in the fire department.

Hydraulic cutters sever the freshly welded steel bars, and the door is forced open.

A foul, fishy smell hits them in the face.

Francis is naked, clutching a towel in front of him.

The woman is even more terrified, curled up in the sheets trembling.

"Don't move! Put on your clothes and stand against the wall!"

The police raise their body cameras.

Francis's face turns ashen as he points at my nose and curses.

"Chloe, you've got nerve! You dare bring people to arrest me?"

"What the hell are you! How dare you meddle in my business?"

I walk forward and slap him across the face.

The crisp sound of the slap echoes through the room.

Francis's head snaps to the side, half his face instantly swelling and turning red.

"You dare hit me?"

His eyes widen as he raises his hand to strike back.

Two officers immediately step forward and pin him to the ground.

"Stay still! You dare assault someone in front of police?"

Francis is pressed firmly to the ground, his face against a condom on the floor.

He gags in disgust.

The woman wraps herself in the sheets, crying pitifully.

"Officer, I'm his girlfriend. We're in a normal relationship."

I throw a stack of photos in her face.

"Normal relationship? Lester, last month you were detained for illegal prostitution and drug dealing at a nightclub. Should I pull up the records?"

Lester's face turns deathly pale, unable to say a word.

The police pick up the photos from the ground, take one look, and pull out handcuffs.

"Take them away! Back to the station for investigation!"

Francis is handcuffed and struggles desperately.

"Chloe! You wait!"

"You're just a cheap stand-in I bought for Austin!"

"When I get out, I'll make sure you leave with nothing! I'll make the bastard in your belly die without a trace!"

I look at his wretched state and smile slightly.

"Sure, I'll wait."

"Enjoy your time, Mr. Carter."

At the city police station, I sit in the mediation room drinking warm water.

The door is suddenly pushed open.

Francis's mother, Aurora, storms in on high heels with an imposing air.

Her well-maintained face is full of fury.

Seeing me, she pulls out a check from her bag and throws it in my face.

"Chloe, haven't you caused enough trouble?"

"One million. Go tell the police right now it was a misunderstanding."

"Francis is the heir to Carter Group. He can't have a criminal record!"

The check floats lightly to the ground. I don't even glance at it.

"Aurora, soliciting prostitutes is illegal."

"The police caught him in the act. How do you expect me to change my statement?"

Aurora crosses her arms, her eyes full of contempt.

"Stop acting high and mighty.

If you didn't look somewhat like Austin, would Francis have married you?"

"You're just a poor girl from an orphanage. Being able to marry Francis is incredible luck."

"What's wrong with men having a few lovers? Don't you have any tolerance?"

I stand up and look directly into her eyes.

"He brought a call girl to my marital bed and had sex with her in front of my eight-month pregnant belly.

This is your Carter family upbringing?"

Aurora chokes on her words and becomes furious with embarrassment.

"Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

"I've investigated you. That grandmother of yours with kidney failure is still lying in the hospital, right?"

"Believe it or not, with one word from me, I can have the hospital stop her medication and throw her out on the street to die?"

I look at her condescending face and suddenly laugh.

I take out my phone and open a video.

In the video, my grandmother is lying in a VIP room at a top private hospital with a dedicated caregiver.

"I'm very sorry, Aurora."

"Just an hour ago, I transferred my grandmother to another hospital."

"That hospital is foreign-controlled. Your Carter family's reach doesn't extend that far."

Aurora's face stiffens.

"Where did you get the money?"

I put away my phone.

"That's none of your concern."

"I'm officially notifying you now that I want a divorce from Francis."

"Have him prepare the property division agreement."

Aurora acts like she's heard the biggest joke and bursts out laughing.

"Divorce? Divide property?"

"Chloe, are you still asleep?"

"Francis did a prenuptial property notarization. Even if you divorce, you'll leave with nothing!"

"The child in your belly won't be recognized by the Carter family either!"

I nod.

"Perfect if you don't recognize it. I also find your Carter family genes dirty.

As for property, I'll see you in court."

I walk past her and head straight out.

Passing the detention room, I see Francis behind the iron bars.

He's wearing a prison uniform, his hair disheveled, no longer showing any trace of the dignity of a wealthy young master.

Seeing me, he rushes to the iron railing with a twisted expression.

"Chloe! Get my mom to bail me out!"

"The food in here isn't fit for humans!"

"If you just get me out, I'll forgive your unreasonable behavior!"

Unreasonable behavior?

I stop and look at him coldly.

"Francis, soliciting prostitutes carries a detention of ten to fifteen days."

"Enjoy your stay."

"Oh, and remember to exercise more so Lester on the outside won't think you're weak."

Francis curses furiously.

"Bitch! You dare curse me!"

"When Austin comes back, I'm divorcing you immediately!"

"You won't get a single penny!"

I ignore his ranting and leave the police station.

The sunlight outside is somewhat blinding.

I touch the child in my belly.

Baby, Mommy will take you away from this cesspool.

Back at the so-called marital villa.

The air still seems to carry that disgusting smell.

I immediately call a moving company.

"Send ten trucks. Bring large garbage bags."

Two hours later, dozens of workers flood into the villa.

"Boss, what should we move?"

I point at everything in the master bedroom.

"The bed, mattress, carpet, men's clothes in the closetthrow it all away."

"Also all of Francis's personal items in the study. Don't leave a single thing."

The workers move efficiently. The custom-made bed worth a million is dismantled into eight pieces.

Francis's expensive custom suits and limited edition sneakers are all stuffed into black garbage bags.

They fill five large trucks.

"Boss, where should we take these things?"

I give the foreman an address.

"The scrap recycling station in the west part of the city."

"Tell the manager these things are free. He can dispose of them however he wants."

Looking at the empty room, I feel extremely satisfied.

Next, I contact a real estate agent.

"This villalist it at twenty percent below market value for urgent sale."

"Full payment required. The faster, the better."

Although Francis bought this house, he added my name after we registered our marriage.

According to the law, I have half the disposal rights.

After handling all this, I move into the large flat I bought long ago.

I purchased this with my premarital savings and money I earned over the past two years.

Francis always thought I was just a housewife depending on him.

He had no idea I'm a top-tier financial analyst.

Over these three years, using an anonymous identity in the stock market, I earned more money than Carter Group's annual net profit.

Three days later, the agent calls. The house sold.

Twenty million in full payment, already transferred to my overseas account.

Just then, the doorbell rings.

I glance at the monitor. It's Lester.

She's wearing a revealing camisole dress and sunglasses, standing arrogantly outside the door.

I open the door.

Lester pushes her way in and looks around.

"Well, Chloe, your new place is nice."

"How much hush money did you take from Mr. Carter to afford this kind of house?"

I look at her coldly.

"What are you doing here?"

Lester takes off her sunglasses and smugly touches her flat stomach.

"I'm here to inform you that I'm pregnant."

"With Mr. Carter's child."

"Aurora already promised me that if I give birth to a boy, she'll give me fifty million."

"The money-losing girl in your big bellythe Carter family doesn't care about it at all."

I look at her smug face and find it hilarious.

"Is that so? Then you should go to the Carter family for money. Why are you looking for me?"

Lester leans close to me and lowers her voice.

"Mr. Carter says your pregnant body is out of shape, like a sow."

"He gets disgusted just looking at you."

"Be smart and get lost. Give up the position of Mrs. Carter."

Without hesitation, I slap her across the face.

"Smack!"

Lester screams and covers her face.

"You dare hit me? I'm carrying the Carter family's child!"

I backhand another slap.

"I'm hitting you, you shameless bitch."

"You think Francis is something good?"

"He can even call his own flesh and blood a bastard. You think he'll care about that piece of meat in your belly?"

Lester becomes frantic and lunges at me with bared teeth and claws.

"I'll fight you!"

I sidestep and stick out my foot to trip her.

She falls heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

I walk over and step on her back.

"By the way, let me remind you."

"Francis has severe oligospermia. I only succeeded with this pregnancy after three IVF attempts."

"Whose bastard is really in your bellyyou know in your heart."

Lester's face changes drastically, her eyes shifting evasively.

I take out my phone and play the recording I just made.

"I'm here to inform you that I'm pregnant... with Mr. Carter's child..."

Lester panics.

"You recorded that? Delete it now!"

I kick her away.

"Delete it? This is evidence you delivered to my doorstep."

Right in front of her, I send the recording to the Carter family group chat and the Carter Group executive group chat.

"Get out."

Lester scrambles away on all fours.

When his detention period ends, Francis is released.

He immediately rushes back to the villa, only to find the gate locked.

Through the windows, he sees the place is completely emptyeven the floors have been pried up.

He frantically calls me.

"Chloe! What did you do to the house? Where are my things?"

I sit on the sofa in my large flat, drinking bird's nest soup.

"Garbage naturally goes to the dump."

"I've already sold the house. The money is in my account."

The sound of things being smashed comes from the other end of the phone.

"You dare sell my house? That's robbery!"

"Give me the money back immediately! Otherwise I'll call the police and have you arrested!"

I laugh lightly.

"Go ahead and report it."

"I have half ownership of the house. My sale was legal."

"You'd better worry about your company's stock price first."

I hang up.

Carter Group's stock price has hit the daily limit down for three consecutive days due to news about Francis's prostitution and drug use.

Market capitalization has evaporated by nearly ten billion.

Half an hour later, Francis finds my large flat and kicks the door.

"Chloe! Open up!"

I open the door. He charges in like an enraged lion.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Playing hard to get has limits!"

"You think making a big scene will make me look at you more?"

I throw the divorce agreement I prepared earlier in his face.

"Sign it."

Francis sees the words clearly, his face turning ashen.

He tears up the agreement. Paper scraps scatter everywhere.

"Divorce? Dream on!"

"You haven't finished your duties as a stand-in. What right do you have to ask for divorce?"

"You think after leaving me, you can still live this kind of luxurious life?"

Just then, his phone rings.

The screen flashes with "Austin."

Francis's expression instantly becomes incredibly tender.

He answers the phone, his voice so gentle it could drip water.

"Austin, you've landed?"

"Okay, I'll send a car to pick you up right away."

"Don't be afraid. With me here, no one can bully you."

After hanging up, Francis looks at me, his eyes cold again.

"Did you hear? Austin is back."

"Your job as a stand-in is over."

"After the child is born, hand it directly to Austin to raise."

"She's in poor health and can't bear children. Consider this child your compensation to her."

I look at his matter-of-fact expression and feel utterly disgusted.

"My childwhy should I give it to her?"

Francis snorts coldly.

"Why? Because you're a waste living off the Carter family!"

"You're just a breeding tool."

"Being able to raise a child for Austin is your honor."

I point at the door. "Get out."

Francis straightens his suit and arrogantly raises his chin.

"You'd better behave."

"There's a charity gala tomorrow night. You must attend with me."

"To prove to the public that rumors of our marital discord are false."

"Otherwise, I have a hundred ways to make your life worse than death."

I watch his departing back.

A charity gala?

Fine. I'll prepare a gift you'll never forget.