Chapter 52: Divorce Agreement
Mrs. Aaron was furious. She pushed Aiden away, exclaiming, “Is this the vixen who seduced you?” She pointed the whip at Monica. Aiden, knowing better than to admit anything, quickly denied, “No, she’s just my goddaughter.”
“Fuck that shit!” Mrs. Aaron interrupted. Approaching Monica, she snarled, “Bitch, don’t ask me who I am. How dare you seduce my husband? You think I won’t kill you today?” She raised the whip again.
Monica, her forehead sweating, winced at the stinging whip wound. She hastily knelt, begging for mercy. “Godmother, you’ve misunderstood. I’m not seducing your husband. It’s my husband and my anniversary; Godfather was just invited as a guest.”
Patrick, harboring intense dislike for Monica, desperately wanted to leave her to be beaten. However, Hart's Medical urgently needed funding. He quickly interjected, “Mrs. Aaron, it’s true. She’s my wife, and today’s our anniversary.”
Mrs. Aaron slowly lowered her whip, staring at Aiden who nodded to confirm his innocence. She snorted, “Aiden, when did you become someone else’s godfather? Didn’t I only give birth to one daughter?”
Aiden fell speechless. Whispers rippled through the room. He swiftly hugged his wife, comforting her, “Babe, if you don’t like it, I won’t refer to her as my goddaughter again. I won’t have anything to do with her anymore. Don’t be angry. Let’s get out of here.”
Monica’s heart ached; her only support had crumbled.
Mrs. Aaron held the whip aloft. “Then let’s leave. I don’t ever want to see this bitch.” She took Aiden toward the door.
A few steps into their departure, a screen in the hall lit up, displaying a video. Monica, young and carefree, twisted comfortably on a bed in a warmly lit room. Aiden and a well-known director laughed lewdly. Another video followed, showing Aiden with business executives in the same room.
“This is my goddaughter. You can enjoy her as much as you want; just don’t forget to inject money into Hart’s Medical. Although she’s married and now a mother, she’s still very tasty, I can attest to that.” This video was taken after Monica’s marriage.
Sitting on the tiled floor, Monica watched the videos with disgust, wondering about their origin and the person who played them. The hall felt suffocating; she felt plunged into a cold, dark abyss, a despair she’d never known.
Aiden panicked, “Babe, I can explain…”
Mrs. Aiden whipped Aiden, then rushed to Monica, mercilessly whipping her body. “I’ve seen many bastards, but you’re the first so slutty. I’ll make sure to kill you today.”
Monica screamed as the whip rained down, desperately trying to evade the blows, but Mrs. Aiden’s precision was unwavering. Monica rolled on the floor in pain, begging for compassion, but no one helped. Patrick fell to the floor, legs weak. Everyone quickly filmed the scene. Olive watched coldly.
No one could recall exactly how the anniversary ended, only that it did.
Patrick sat in his study, smoking a cigarette. His butler entered, saying, “Sir, this doesn’t look good. Many companies have terminated their contracts with Hart’s Medical. We’ll soon face bankruptcy.”
Patrick, smoking relentlessly, asked anxiously, “Why did they cancel their contracts?”
“Sir, aren’t you aware? Everyone knows Monica’s scandal. People believe she achieved her success through affairs with producers. Our clients don’t want to be associated with such scandal, especially since Ma’am Monica always accompanied you.”
“They terminated their contracts overnight, fearing association with the scandal. There’s more,” the butler hesitated.
Patrick extinguished his cigarette, muttering, “What else? Speak.”
“Sir, you’re also under scrutiny. People are questioning whether you used your wife for money. I urge you to conduct DNA tests on Pamela and Gabriella to ensure you aren't raising someone else’s child.”
The butler hadn’t mentioned the widespread online ridicule of Patrick’s stupidity. Patrick stopped smoking, then swept documents to the floor, smashing the ashtray against the wall. He kicked the furniture, a wild beast unleashed. His life was ruined; Hart’s Medical teetered on bankruptcy, all because of Monica, who had hurt him deeply.
The butler, terrified by Patrick’s fury, backed away slowly, silent. Patrick, exhausted, finally stopped, his eyes red. “Where’s Monica?”
“Ma’am Monica is badly beaten; she’s in her room.”
Patrick touched his face. “Tell my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. I want to divorce Monica immediately.”
Monica lay on her bed, pale and bruised, her eyes swollen. Patrick kicked open the door and entered.
“Patrick, help me! The pain is killing me; please send me to the hospital!” Monica pleaded weakly. Patrick threw the divorce agreement onto her face.