After leaving the restaurant with Andrew, he handed me a folder as we parted ways.
When I opened it, I found a comprehensive record of Joseph's infidelity.
No wonder Sarah's attitude toward me had been getting worse, and it turned out Joseph had already introduced her to Amanda. The three of them had even gone on trips together right under my nose.
The more I read, the more shocked I became, especially when I saw the photos and records of Amanda visiting the hospital for pregnancy check-ups. She was three weeks along.
Satisfied, I carefully tucked the evidence away. When I got home, Joseph was already there, and as expected, he grabbed me by the throat the moment I walked in. "Who gave you permission to play the piano?"
The feeling of suffocation was unbearable. I kicked Joseph hard. "What's the matter? Afraid my comeback might overshadow Amanda?"
Joseph released me, and I gasped for air, desperately filling my lungs with it. I grabbed his suit tie and snarled, "I've warned you many times, don't push me."
Joseph looked at me, stunned.
"What's wrong? You can't bear to hit Amanda, so you come home and take it out on me?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them, laced with bitterness.
Joseph's expression grew tighter. He picked up a broom from the corner and began hitting me with it in a frenzy. I shielded my head as best I could.
"I didn't give you permission to play the piano. How dare you?" Joseph pulled me up and kept slapping me in the face.
I had anticipated this. Any sign of defiance would only make him hit harder. But that was fine, and the camera caught everything.
Exhausted, Joseph put down the broken broom and gripped my chin, glaring at me. His voice was venomous. "Don't think you can defy me. Remember Sophia, she lives alone."
His words sent a shudder through me. The threat to Sophia, my only family, hit me like a thunderclap.
