The Humiliated Wife Returns Unstoppable

The hands of the clock had just struck twelve. Outside, the rain fell in torrents, hammering violently against the windows.

In the living room, a man's voice cut through the noise, cold and absolute.

"Sign the divorce papers. I'll give you a hundred million dollars in alimony as compensation."

Samira Harper looked up at her husband timidly.

"What did I do wrong this time, Damian?"

Around this man, she had always been humble and docile, acting more like a servant than a wife.

"Bianca is back, and she doesn't want to see you. It's time to end this marriage. You need to leave!" Damian Ashford stated coldly.

He crossed his long legs, settling calmly back into the sofa. His face was as flawless as a Greek sculpture, but his expression remained completely impassive.

Samira's pale lips trembled, a chill washing over her as if she'd been plunged into icy water. She stared at him in shock.

"You want a divorce just because Bia is back? Was our marriage nothing but a joke to you?"

"You were never the one I wanted to marry. Two years ago, you drove Bia away with your scheming. Now that she's back, I won't make the same mistake twice. So hurry up and sign the papers. A hundred million dollars for two years of your miserable existence-you should consider it a godsend."

Damian always knew exactly which words would cut her the deepest.

"And if... if I refuse to sign?" Samira asked bitterly.

"Suit yourself. I have more than enough ways to make you disappear. Legal or otherwise, no one would even notice."

Damian was the heir to the wealthiest family in Silvercrest. He had always been free to do whatever he pleased. No one had the courage to stand in his way.

Two years ago, the Harpers had arranged a marriage alliance with the Ashford family.

But during the engagement banquet for Damian and Samira's half-sister, Bianca, Damian had been drugged. Later, finding Samira in a lounge, he mistook her for Bianca. They ended up spending the night together.

The very next day, the affair sparked a massive scandal. News that the eldest Harper daughter had slept with her future brother-in-law splashed across the front pages.

Following the fallout, Bianca's mental health deteriorated rapidly. She was sent to a treatment facility abroad to recover.

Overnight, Samira was branded a brazen slut. People pointed fingers, accusing her of willingly seducing her sister's fiancé.

Damian hated her more than anyone. He was convinced Samira had drugged him just to slip into his bed.

Still, the Harpers and Ashfords had been allies for generations. The union was meant to cement their ties.

Because of this, Raymond Harper and Catherine Ashford-Samira's grandfather and Damian's grandmother-insisted that Damian marry Samira instead.

The two years of marriage that followed were a living hell for her.

Her patience, her tolerance, and all the deep affection she held for Damian changed absolutely nothing. If anything, it only brought her more humiliation and pain. Now, she was completely exhausted, both mentally and physically.

So what did it matter if Damian wanted a divorce?

She had finally had enough, too.

"Fine, I'll sign the papers. But I have one request."

"Spit it out."

Damian was certain she was going to ask for more money.

After all, money was the only thing that mattered to a calculating woman like her.

"For once, I want you to sleep with me like a real lover. For two years, every time you touched me, you called out Bianca's name. You made me feel like the worst woman in the world, and I've had enough! I am your wife. For the last time we sleep together, I want you to say my name. I am Samira, not Bianca!"

For the first time, Samira screamed at him, her voice bordering on hysterical. Her entire body shook with anger.

For two years, whenever they shared a bed, Damian deliberately called out the wrong name. He only slept with her to punish and humiliate her. There was absolutely no love between them.

"Cut the nonsense. Someone is waiting for me downstairs..."

A bitter laugh escaped Samira's lips. The person waiting for him downstairs had to be Bianca.

"She can wait a little longer. She's already waited two years; I suppose she can wait a few more minutes. Accept my request or refuse it, suit yourself. I don't mind if the media publishes a few more articles about me."

Damian hated being threatened more than anything. His lips curled into a contemptuous sneer. He remained silent for a few seconds before replying.

"Fine. I'll do it. But don't you dare regret this, Samira."

He stood up abruptly, grabbed Samira by her blouse, and yanked her roughly against him.

Then...

Her stockings tore.

He didn't even give her a moment to brace herself before the pain hit.

"Ah!" Samira cried out, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain.

Damian was as ruthless as ever-borderline cruel.

He never cared whether his actions hurt her. Perhaps seeing her suffer even brought him a sick sense of satisfaction.

Good.

Very good.

Samira would sear this moment into her memory. For the rest of her life, she would remember every ounce of cruelty this man had shown her.

"Sam... Oh, Sam... Are you satisfied now?"

Hovering over her, Damian finally said her name.

Even though the moment was utterly humiliating, Samira could finally let go of the deep sorrow that had tormented her for two whole years.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she declared in a broken voice, "Damian Ashford! I will never love you again!"

Damian heard her perfectly, but he chose to ignore it. He grabbed her jaw with contempt, staring down at her with a sneer.

She was... beautiful.

The woman possessed such a stunning, innocent face, yet her mind was filled with filth and schemes.

It was exactly why the so-called love she claimed to feel for him only disgusted him.

"Sign the divorce papers, take the money, and leave Silvercrest forever."

Tossing those final words at her, Damian strode out of the room without looking back. He left Samira on the floor, her hair and clothes in complete disarray.

Two months later...

At the hospital.

"Congratulations, Ms. Harper, you are pregnant with multiples. However, I strongly recommend a fetal reduction of one or two. Otherwise, the risks to both you and the babies are simply too high."

Give up her babies?

No.

She would never deprive any of her children of their right to live.

These babies were hers, and hers alone.

One way or another, she would bring them into this world and raise them right...