Take Revenge For My Wife

My mother was a street sweeper. With the money she earned by cleaning the streets, she provided my father with everything when he attended a prestigious university.

Four years later, my father graduated, landed a high-paying job, and caught the eye of his boss's daughter, Caitlyn Dawson, who was a celebrity. She wanted him to marry into her family and live with her and her parents.

But my father would rather resign from that lucrative job and promise my mother a lifetime of devotion with a dazzling wedding.

Caitlyn was unhappy about that.

Three days later, my mother was killed by a luxurious car. Her body was even mangled beyond recognition, leaving nothing but a gruesome mess.

A year after that, Caitlyn got her wish and married my father.

It was only years later that she realized it was the beginning of hell for her to marry my father...

1

On the day my mother died, my parents were celebrating my getting the top score in my grade.

My father took me out early and bought me the gift I'd wanted most. He even especially went to the shop to buy my mother the lipstick she'd always hesitated to splurge on.

He said that even though my mother never had the chance to go to school, she gave everything to make me grow up happily.

He told me that what parents do for their children was the most valuable and asked me to give the lipstick to my mother myself.

Holding the beautifully wrapped lipstick, I looked at the shade number and thought how surprised and happy my mother would be when she received it.

On the way home, my father asked if I'd ever been bullied by my classmates because of my mother.

I didn't hide anything and showed him the wounds on my hands.

His face darkened as he asked, "Do you hate your mother?"

Without hesitation, I replied, "She is the best in the world. I love her more than anyone."

His face softened. He took me to the pharmacy, bought medicine, and carefully applied it to my wounds. He told me not to let my mother know it in case she would be upset.

When we got to our doorway, he crouched down in front of me and said seriously, "Other people might look down on your mother, but in my heart, no one could ever replace her. I won't let you hurt her a little bit, even though you are my daughter. Do you understand?"

Before I could answer, our neighbor ran over, out of breath.

His face was grave. "Go quickly! Your wife's been hit by a car at the entrance. It's extremely bad!"

The moment my father heard it, he dropped everything and sprinted toward the gate.

His steps were unsteady, and he stumbled down the stairs. His head was bumped, and he was bleeding.

But he didn't care about the pain and kept running for the entrance of the residential area.

I chased after him, crying and calling him, but he didn't look back at me.

At the gate, my father knocked the phone out of someone's hand as they were making a video.

He was always calm and polite, but at that moment, he was wild with grief and anger. "Get out of here! If anyone dares record a video, I'll smash his phone!"

He tore off his suit jacket, covered my mother's body, which was already cold, and held her tightly in his arms.

Tears poured out uncontrollably, and his cries were heart-wrenching.

He wouldn't let anyone get close, like someone lost in a storm, with nowhere left to turn.

2

My father wouldn't let me into our home. He kept my mother's body at home for days and couldn't bear to part with her.

Everyone said that he'd lost his mind.

Soon, my mother's body began to show signs of decay, and my father had wasted away from grief. Then he stepped out and took her to the crematorium.

Though he was gaunt, his features had become even more striking, making him look especially attractive.

After my mother's funeral, Caitlyn often showed up at our door to wait for my father. She was well dressed and had a lot of expensive gifts with him.

People gossiped that my father was lucky because his first wife was devoted to him, and now he had a glamorous celebrity after his first wife died.

Caitlyn was used to being the center of attention, so she was always arrogant.

But whenever she saw my father, she stopped being sharp. Her cheeks would flush, and she'd look as shy as a young girl in love for the first time.

Every time she came to my home, my father would greet her with a cold face and asked her out of the complex.

But even so, Caitlyn kept showing up, hoping she would win over my father's heart.

Each time, my father would say to me, "She killed your mother. Never forget her face, no matter what."

That was when I first started thinking about revenge.

My father often looked at me and muttered, "I'll avenge your mother. I want you to grow up happily."

But I would look up at him and say firmly, "No one else can avenge my mother. I have to do it myself."

Hearing that, my father was both comforted and heartbroken. He held me close and cried in silence.

3

After the traditional seven-day mourning period for my mother, my father returned to work.

We moved to a new place because my father couldn't bear to stay in a place filled with memories of my mother. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to cope and would go after her.

When he came home from business dinners every evening, he always smelt of women's perfume.

I recognized the fragrance. It was Caitlyn's.

Six months later, paparazzi broke the news that Caitlyn was pregnant.

Her fans were shocked that their idol, famous for her flawless image, was pregnant before getting married. And the news went viral.

While everyone was speculating about who was the father of Caitlyn's baby, my father took me on a trip to Myridia.

No matter how hard Caitlyn tried to hide it, her growing belly was impossible to conceal under the spotlight.

Her fans began to announce that they stopped being her fans, and some even became anti-fans, openly criticizing her.

One day during our trip, Caitlyn knocked on my father's hotel room door. She was wearing sunglasses and a hat and tried not to be recognized by others.

My room was right next to his, and the hotel's walls were thin. I could hear Caitlyn's sob in her throat while I was half-asleep. "My career is ruined. Why won't you make our relationship public?" she asked. "I've lost hundreds of thousands of fans overnight. My dad is furious and threatening to disown me. What am I supposed to do?"

My father's voice was cold and emotional. "If you have an abortion, I might consider making our relationship public."

"But this is our first baby," she said, and she sounded hurt.

My father said, "Do you really want your fans to confirm that you're pregnant? If your father finds out I got you pregnant before getting married, won't he throw me out of the company? Do you want to live a hard life with me?"

Caitlyn was silent for a long moment and then mumbled, "But my dad keeps pressing me for the baby's father. What should I tell him?"

My father said, "That's easy. Tell him you had a one-night stand with a male prostitute from a nightclub and didn't use protection. If I propose to you later, he won't care about my background anymore. He'll even feel guilty and give me a promotion. The higher I climb in the company, the better it is for you and your mother, isn't it?"

I didn't know what else my father said to Caitlyn after that. Eventually, she stopped crying, and I drifted back to sleep.

The next day, Caitlyn's assistant rushed over in a panic.

She told my father that Caitlyn had suffered massive bleeding from the abortion and needed to have one of her fallopian tubes removed. Caitlyn's assistant asked my father to visit Caitlyn.

But he refused and told Caitlyn that it was an inconvenient time.

A few months later, Caitlyn's father gave my father some company shares, promoted him, and even put the best house in the city under his name.

People online said my father had settled for a woman that no one else wanted, and even Caitlyn's father thought so.

But I knew those comments were all made by hired commenters my father had paid for.

Previously, when my mother worked as a street cleaner, Caitlyn had asked someone to dump a huge bag of trash over her head and scatter garbage all along the road.

Afterward, Caitlyn mocked my mother, saying that she was only fit to sweep the streets and didn't deserve to be the wife of a top university graduate.

Now, my father was simply doing the same thing to Caitlyn.

4

When my father got married again, the ceremony was simple. They just had dinner with a few guests at a hotel. Even Caitlyn's wedding dress was rented and cheap.

But she wasn't angry. She thought that marrying my father was the best thing in the world.

She didn't care about the simple wedding, but she did hope my father would buy her an expensive diamond ring.

When my father married my mother, he only had about one hundred thousand dollars, but he spent nearly all his money on a ring for her.

Caitlyn believed that whether my father loved her or not shouldn't be measured by how much money he spent on her.

She just hoped that my father would love her as much as he'd loved my mother.

She acted coquettishly in front of my father and wanted him to spend everything he had on a ring for her.

But my father didn't even hesitate before refusing her. "I am crazy to spend all my money on a ring. I have to pay the mortgage and buy you pretty clothes."

Caitlyn got angry and pounded my father's chest a few times. "I'm a big star. But I am not more important than your dead wife, who used to sweep the streets. Right?"

A flicker of anger flashed in my father's eyes, although it was barely noticeable.

After that, Caitlyn stopped asking for an expensive ring. Maybe she remembered something unpleasant.

When she found out that my father had proposed to my mother with that ring, her eyes turned red with anger.

She gathered some thugs to corner my mother and tried to force her to give up the ring.

She said to my mother jealously, "You lowlife, how can you deserve Erik's love? How could you deserve such a beautiful ring?"

No matter how hard Caitlyn pressed, my mother refused to give up the ring.

Caitlyn was furious and asked the thugs to attack my mother.

If my father hadn't arrived just in time that day, my mother might have been raped.

5

On the day my father got married again, my maternal grandparents came as well.

My father seated them in the place of honor and let them wait for Caitlyn to serve them tea. It was a traditional gesture of respect to elders in our hometown.

Caitlyn was furious. She stayed in the bridal suite and refused to get out.

My father's face was pale as he pleaded with her. "Every night I dream of my late wife. She says that she died so tragically and that if we don't treat her parents well, she'll come back as a vengeful spirit..."

Hearing this, Caitlyn seemed to think of something. She looked fearful and began to waver.

My father was about to remove the groom's boutonniere. He said, "If you can't even agree to this small request, then I won't force you. Let me go with my late wife, then. We haven't served tea to her parents, so the wedding hasn't finished. Maybe we should just call it off..."

Caitlyn panicked and was afraid he'd cancel the wedding at the last minute. She quickly grabbed his hand. "I never said I wouldn't do it...I'll do it, okay?"

...

When Caitlyn took the tea from her bridesmaid, she heard others whispering about her being such a bad woman.

She had never been so humiliated in her life and refused to show respect to my grandparents after my father urged her again and again.

Just then, a chill swept through the hall, and a ghostly mist filled the air.