Jeff’s voice echoed with startling clarity, making Sharon instinctively stop in her tracks.

Katelyn’s eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction as Jeff walked toward them. When Katelyn had sent Sharon the pictures, she had already made sure Jeff was on his way. Her motives were clear—she wanted to fan the flames of this volatile situation. Understanding Sharon’s fierce temper, she feared the mistress might face serious harm before Jeff could arrive.

At that moment, the battered mistress lay on the ground, barely lifting her head to look at Jeff with pleading eyes. Her desperate cries during the livestream left Katelyn and the audience in stunned disbelief.

“Darling, please come quickly! This madwoman is about to kill me!”

Katelyn’s lips pressed into a thin line as a mix of emotions briefly crossed her face. The mistress was young and stunning, while Jeff was well over fifty. Anyone seeing them together might easily mistake them for father and daughter. But the affectionate “darling” left everyone speechless!

Sharon’s teeth clenched, her eyes burning with rage as she delivered another forceful kick.

“You little vixen! Even now you’re still trying to lure my husband! I swear, I will beat you to death today!”

Jeff stormed forward and shoved Sharon with all his strength. Despite her solid build, Sharon was no match for Jeff’s force. The impact of his shove sent her reeling backward, crashing into the wall with a painful thud.

Turning his attention to the young woman, Jeff hurried to help her up, panic evident on his face.

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“Vivian, are you okay?”

Vivian Turner, her face bruised and streaked with tears, looked utterly pitiful. Her tears mixed with snot, creating a distressing image. She flung herself into Jeff’s arms, crying uncontrollably.

“Darling, it hurts so much!”

Jeff’s heart ached at the sight. He wrapped her in a comforting embrace, gently patting her.

“Don’t be afraid, honey. I’m here now, and no one will hurt you again.”

Katelyn rubbed her temples, unable to grasp the bizarre scene unfolding before her. It felt oddly misplaced to hear Jeff, of all people, spouting those typical CEO lines.

In the livestream chat, comments like “my eyes” kept flashing on the screen.

Sharon’s face twisted with fury as she glared at them, her rage palpable. She pointed at Jeff and screamed, “You bastard! Did you forget how you begged for my forgiveness the last time you cheated? Now, just because you think I’m too old to have kids, you break your promises and keep a mistress!”

As Sharon raged on, her hatred grew. She couldn’t believe she had chosen Jeff as her husband and had been so foolish as to forgive his earlier infidelities.

Vivian, still crying in Jeff’s arms, didn’t hesitate to taunt Sharon. “There was never any real love between you two. What Jeff and I have is the real thing.”

As soon as Vivian was back on her feet, she was already plotting her next move. Even if Sharon’s attack caused her to lose the baby, Vivian was determined to make her pay a hefty price for it. This thought filled her with a sense of triumph, and she leaned even more into Jeff.

Sharon’s eyes burned with rage. The combined sting of Jeff’s betrayal and Vivian’s taunts pushed her to the brink. Without a second thought, she lunged forward, her voice a sharp, angry cry. “I’ll kill you both, you filthy pair!”

Consumed by fury, Sharon only wanted to drag them both into her despair.

Jeff, showing no compassion, met her fury with icy indifference. His face, set in a mask of disgust and impatience, ignored the years they had spent together.

Suddenly, he raised his foot and—slam!

Sharon’s agonized scream echoed as Jeff’s kick landed hard in her stomach. She crumpled to the ground, unable to get up.

From his elevated stance, Jeff looked down at her with a cold, unfeeling stare.

“I’m done being stuck with you all these years, you old hag! Do you think I put up with you for nothing? I can’t stand another day of this. We’re getting a divorce! If anything happens to my baby with Vivian, you’ll pay for it.”

Sharon’s eyes narrowed with fierce resolve as she struggled to get up from the ground. Through clenched teeth, she said, “You’re not getting a divorce! Unless I die, you’ll stay trapped in this marriage. I’ll make sure she’s forever labeled a mistress.”

“You!” Before she could say anything further, Vivian cried out in pain. “My belly hurts so much!”

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