When Kelly led him inside, I immediately noticed the dense cluster of ambiguous red marks beneath her collar.
Suppressing my anger, I asked, "Kelly, where have you been these past nights?"
Kelly instinctively clenched her palms in nervousness.
Then, rubbing her tired temples, she sighed and said, "I've been running around trying to find specialists for your treatment."
Even at this point, she was still making excuses.
I didn’t bother exposing them anymore.
This was her last chance, and in the end, Kelly still didn’t cherish it.
Matthew looked at Kelly with heartache.
"Davis, do you know? You're going to be a father again. You’d better cherish your wife. She's done so much for you. Don't let her exhaust herself."
As he spoke, his face lit up with joy as he gently stroked Kelly’s lower abdomen.
My face turned ashen and my temples throbbed violently.
Was he trying to make me play the fool again? This was beyond humiliating.
Just as I was about to explode, my son brought a bowl of soup to me.
“Dad, Matthew made this nourishing soup for you. He added lots of rare medicinal herbs to help you recover soon.”
“I don’t want to eat it…”
Before I could refuse, my son had already brought the bowl to my lips.
“I said I don’t want to eat it. Do you not understand what I said?”
Furious, I snatched the bowl and hurled it against the wall.
My son was so shocked that he froze, unable to dodge in time. The scalding soup splashed onto him and he burst into tears from the pain.
Suddenly, Kelly's crisp slap landed hard on my face.
The force was so strong that my head buzzed and blood dripped from my nose.
"Davis, is this how a father should act?"
After saying that, she hurriedly took our son away to tend to his burns.
In the now-empty room, only Matthew and I remained. He didn’t even bother pretending anymore.
He casually placed a phone in front of me.
The moment my eyes landed on the screen, my pupils constricted in rage. Scene after scene of unbearable humiliation played before me.
"Davis, do you know who filmed this?" Matthew sneered. "Back then, when those men were tormenting you, your dear wife was standing right there, recording everything. She sold the footage online, one dollar per view. It’s all over the internet now."
My vision burned red as I smashed the phone into pieces.
Matthew chuckled like a devil. "Didn't see enough? Don't worry, I made plenty of copies."