A Daughter's Revenge from Beyond the Grave

After ten years of marriage, my wife Scarlett had slept with all my colleagues and friends.

I pretended not knowing that.

Until one day when I was on my way taking our baby for a checkup, Scarlett's new lover hit me with his car.

My baby cried desperately.

Scarlett, on her lover's car, looked at us with utter disgust.

Jacob, since when did you learn to play the victim?

Don't think putting on some pathetic act will make me care. You could die right in front of me, and I wouldn't bat an eye.

With that, she drove off with her new fling.

By the time I made it to the hospital, the child in my arms had already stopped breathing.

Even my mother, overwhelmed by the shock, passed away from a heart attack.

When I woke up, I stared blankly at Mr. Grant.

Let me go. What I owed the Grant family, I've paid back with my life.

My phone kept buzzing.

Message after message all photos of Scarlett and her new lover, Oscar.

While I was recovering from the car crash, they were going at it all night in a five-star hotel.

Covered in hickeys, Oscar leaned into Scarlett's embrace, smirking.

Mr. Grant, still unaware of the full truth, tried one last plea, placing a share transfer agreement in front of me.

Jacob, Scarlett isn't rotten to the core.

You've loved her all these years why not give her another chance?

As long as I'm here, no one can take your place.

I didn't answer. Instead, I played a video Oscar had sent me.

The sounds of their passion immediately filled the hospital room.

Oscar gasped between breaths:

Scarlett, you left Jacob on the road don't you feel anything?

Scarlett kissed his neck, eyes clouded with desire.

Why would I? You're the one I love. He and the child together aren't worth half of you.

Mr. Grant's veins bulged with anger.

After a heavy sigh, he finally gave in.

The Grant family has failed you. I'll handle the divorce. In seven days, you'll be free.

As for your mother and the baby's funeral arrangements

Just then, a nurse brought the child in.

It was as if heaven itself couldn't bear to watch me waste away in this marriage any longer.

Ending it all in the cruelest way possible, severing my last shred of hope.

I turned my head away.

Bury the child with the Grants. I'll take my mother's ashes.

Mr. Grant nodded, his face twisted in pain.

This is my fault. I never should've forced you to stay. Go, go you deserve a better life.

With that, he hunched over and carried the dead child away.

The tears I'd been holding back finally fell.

Bitterness flooded my heart.

My marriage to Scarlett had been arranged by Mr. Grant.

He needed someone to keep an eye on her.

I needed someone to cover my mother's medical bills.

So we made a deal.

I quit my job and married Scarlett.

Later, I learned about Scarlett's tragic past losing both parents early.

I saw her cry out for her mother in her sleep.

Two broken souls found comfort in each other for a moment.

I wanted to heal Scarlett's heart, and to build a happy family with her.

I practiced cooking tirelessly, trying to recreate the taste she remembered from her parents.

I traveled around, rebuilding the little cabin from her childhood memories.

I even learned every trick in the book to please her in bed.

A future with her seemed to be promised.

But on our anniversary, she openly checked into a hotel with my best friend.

I ran there, frantic, demanding an explanation.

Scarlett laughed coldly and threw the contract between Mr. Grant and me in my face.

Jacob, who do you think you are? Did you really think those few good times meant anything?

You're just a dog my grandfather bought. What gives you the right to question me?

If you piss me off, I'll stop your mother's treatment right now.

I stood there, stunned, unable to speak.

After that, Scarlett only got worse.

When she got tired of celebrities, she started targeting my friends.

My mother's medical bills and a marriage already rotting away...

I was torn apart, almost breaking under the pressure.

Once, I fell down the stairs after spacing out from stress.

When I woke up, I was told Scarlett was pregnant.

Mr. Grant talked to me:

No matter whose child is it, keep it as yours. It might save your marriage.

If Scarlett still doesn't change after the baby is born, I won't force you to stay.

I agreed.

But after all that effort,

My mother, my child, my marriage, my love

I couldn't hold on to any of it.

I slowly wiped my tears and looked out the window at the gray sky.

As I lost myself in thought, Scarlett called.

Jacob, did you go crying to Grandpa again? You ruined mine and Oscar's time together.

If you keep this up, I'm cutting you off!

In the past, I would've groveled and apologized to win her forgiveness.

But now, I just coldly said:

Do whatever you want.

My indifference caught her off guard, but she quickly scoffed.

I heard the baby's here. You sure sound confident with the child.

But don't forget I'm the Grant heir. As long as you're part of this family, I can make your life hell.

Sure enough. I knew what Scarlett was capable of.

The first time I caught her cheating, I naively went to Mr. Grant, which only brought down her wrath.

She threatened to stop my mother's treatment, forced me to kneel on the freezing balcony, and made me slap myself over and over.

That night, she and her lover didn't stop once.

I was hospitalized with frostbite and a swollen face.

Whatever love I had left died that night.

After that, no matter what Scarlett did, I pretended not to see.

I endured it, struggling to play the role of her husband.

But now, my mother and my kid was gone.

This hollow marriage had to end.

I hung up coldly, then got up and called a friend at the funeral home to schedule the cremation.

When I returned to my room, Scarlett was waiting at the door.

She glared at me, then smirked.

Why aren't you putting on your poor little act anymore?

Running around right after a car crash? You must be fine. No need to rest.

I'm moving Oscar into the villa. He's young and spoiled doesn't know how to do chores. Check yourself out and come be our servant.

She stepped closer, wearing a vicious smile on her face.

That pained look you get turns me on like nothing else.

Yet my face remained numb and still at her word.

Bored, she turned to a nurse.

Where's the baby? How are the test results? Bring him to me.

The nurse panicked.

I said flatly, Grandpa took the baby.

Scarlett was about to say more when her phone rang.

Her face changed as soon as she answered.

Then she slapped me hard.

Jacob, what did you do to Oscar? If anything happens to him, I'll make you pay!

Already weak, I stumbled and hit the railing.

The nurse rushed to support me.

Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant just survived a car crash! You could kill him!

Scarlett didn't listen.

Too worried about Oscar, she stormed off.

The nurse looked at me with pity.

But my pale face showed no emotion.

As if all love and hate had been worn away by ten years of pain.

I soon learned why Scarlett was so angry.

The child was dead. Mr. Grant, grief-stricken, had blacklisted Oscar everywhere.

Oscar thought it was my doing and twisted the story to Scarlett.

That's why she hit me.

Scarlett also revoked my shares in the company and gave them to Oscar.

And to cheer him up, she bought twenty stars and named them after him.

In an interview, Oscar proudly showed off his diamond ring.

I don't see myself as a homewrecker. If a man can't keep his wife happy, he deserves to be lonely.

Besides, the current Mr. Grant only married into the Grant family for money. Not me I love Scarlett for real.

On the internet, mindless fans tagged my account, hurling insults, telling me to make way for Oscar.

I found it all deeply ironic.

After all these years, Scarlett's playbook hadn't changed.

She'd done the same for me.

When she learned about my poor background and that I'd never celebrated birthdays, she gave me twenty gifts.

From a golden lock for my first year to a villa for my twentieth.

She said she wanted to make up for all I'd missed.

I remember that night under the stars, she held my hand.

Jacob, I lost my parents young. I'll treat your mother as my own. We'll build a happy family together.

I melted in her passionate gaze, foolishly believing I'd found my soulmate.

Once the novelty wore off, Scarlett moved on quickly.

During one date, she forgot me on a mountain to deliver flowers to her lover.

I walked hundreds of miles home alone.

My feet were bloody, my legs scarred for life.

I should've realized then.

This woman was selfish and unfaithful. She'd never change for anyone.

Thinking of that, I commented under Oscar's video:

Wishing you a happy marriage and lots of children.

Soon after, Oscar deleted the video.

Then came Scarlett's angry call.

I didn't answer.

Instead, I did what she always did to me calmly blocked her.

Then I remembered today was my mother's cremation.

I explained and checked out early.

My doctor, worried, insisted on coming along.

When the staff handed me the urn, I didn't break down as I'd expected.

I just felt like the chain that had bound me for ten years had finally snapped.

I thanked the doctor, and went back to the Grant house to pack.

As I entered the living room, I saw Scarlett and Oscar on the couch.

Seeing me, Scarlett hurriedly zipped her dress.

But the hickeys all over her neck betrayed what they'd been doing.

I felt no pain, no anger, walking blankly into the bedroom.

When I came out, Oscar was gone.

Only Scarlett remained, drinking.

The dim light hid her expression.

Jacob, where were you today?

None of your business.

She slammed her glass down and marched over.

Stop acting innocent. I know you were out with some pretty girl.

Jacob, can't you control yourself? Are you mad I've been ignoring you? Fine I'll give you what you want!

She tore at my clothes, dragging me toward the bed.

I struggled in shock.

Scarlett, are you insane? I just had surgery!

Too far gone, she bit my shoulder.

I pushed her away and slapped her.

Enraged, she grabbed a glass and threw it.

Crack.

Blood trickled down my forehead.

Scarlett froze, then reached for me.

Why didn't you dodge

I staggered back, trying to speak.

But my body gave out, and I collapsed.

I woke sometime later in the hospital to Scarlett and Mr. Grant arguing.

This is the husband you picked for me? He left our child to go on a date.

Mr. Grant trembled with rage.

What date? Do you even know what Jacob was doing

Grandpa. I cut him off. It's over.

Mr. Grant fell silent, and looked at Scarlett with disappointment.

Scarlett shrugged.

He's awake. I'm out of here. Oscar's waiting.

Mr. Grant swung his cane. You monster!

Where you go today is your business, but tomorrow you will come with Jacob to the old house

Before he finished, Scarlett was gone.

Mr. Grant sighed, his back bending like an old tree.

He handed me the signed divorce papers.

Jacob, I failed to raise her right.

I hope you'll attend the child's funeral.

The next morning, I went to the old house in black.

I'd raised that child from birth, but never getting to watch him grow.

Wiping away a tear, I thought maybe this was better.

No attachments meant no regrets.

I'd given everything to this marriage.

Leaving now, I felt only exhaustion no remorse.

Scarlett never showed up.

But I saw her and Oscar trying on wedding dresses on social media.

Oscar smugly messaged me:

What does a child matter? Scarlett still chose me.

By the way, thought she was taking care of you while you were out? She was with me. We tried new moves right next to you.

In the video, my pale face contrasted sharply with Oscar's glowing smile.

I didn't reply, just forwarded everything to Mr. Grant.

Then I took off my wedding ring.

Holding my mother's urn, I whispered, Mom, let's go home.

It was dark when Scarlett returned to the old house, drunk.

She pushed the door open and saw funeral wreaths everywhere.

Who died? Jacob's mother?

She panicked.

Why didn't anyone tell me? Where's Jacob? He must be devastated. I need to be with him.

Mr. Grant had had enough.

He threw the divorce papers in her face.

Jacob took his mother's ashes and left.

Today was your child's funeral!