She Is a Wild Rose, Stunning the World!

The intense pain made me lose consciousness. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Seeing me wake up, Mrs. Lana bought me a bowl of porridge. She looked at me with a pitying gaze. "Ma'am, are you alright? This is the third time this month."

Usually, in the past, I would get angry and scold her for meddling. I also defended Fred in front of her. However, this time, I only asked weakly, "Where is my husband?".

"Master left the house this early morning."

I knew he must have gone to Homestead Factory to delete the footage. However, he would never realize that he was too late. I had already copied them and I would use them to destroy him.

Using the fact that he was not at home right now, I immediately moved my battered body from the bed and used the computer to watch the surveillance footage.

In the footage, it could be seen clearly that it was Fred who was driving a car and the man was drunk. Meanwhile, Megan was sitting beside him in the passenger seat and burying her head in his lap.

I watched the footage calmly and copied it into several USB drives. After I was done, I hid them in several places.

I put one of the USB drives into the envelope and imitated Megan's handwriting to make a blackmail letter. Then I sent the envelope to the Jefferson Family.

When Fred finally came home from the Homestead Factory, he was in a good mood. There was a hint of smugness on his face. He must have thought that he had handled everything perfectly.

I bought a bowl of foie gras soup, put it in front of him and approached him while playing the role of a subservient wife, "Honey, you are back, I brought you a foie gras soup for you."

Fred looked at my bruised face with impatience. He took the soup and said, "We have a maid. Why do you have to do these things yourself."

I sneered in my heart. In his eyes, To him, I was no different from a maid. Maybe worse than that. At least a maid got paid and wasn’t beaten.

I forced myself to hold back my nausea and said in a warm voice, "I want to make sure you get the best, Honey. Your health is my concern. I must do it myself to make feel at ease."

Perhaps seeing me act so nicely toward him, Fred's mood became better and he took a sip of the soup and then said, "I really love you. I don’t want to hit you, but sometimes I can’t control myself. You know the psychologist said I have a rage disorder. It's normal for my rage to flare out."