My husband repeatedly sl@pped me in the face over a trivial matter. The next morning, he saw a lavish feast and said, “It’s good that you’ve finally come to your senses!” But he panicked and nearly fainted from shock after seeing the guests seated at the table…

“Tomorrow morning, I want a real breakfast…”

Then—

The slap.

Diane’s smile disappeared.

Another recording followed.

“A wife needs to be corrected early.”

Ethan lunged for the tablet, but the officer stopped him.

I looked at him.

“You picked the wrong woman.”

PART 3 (Final)

Ethan opened his mouth—but nothing came out.

So I continued.

“For three years, you called me weak. You spent money that wasn’t yours. You signed documents you never read. You cheated in hotels you thought I couldn’t trace.”

The assistant lowered her gaze.