After six years in prison, Amy Gonzalez secretly gave birth to a daughter without Samuel Lee knowing.

Six years ago, just because she turned on the air conditioner on a hot day, Samuel's foster sister had a miscarriage and later suffered from postpartum depression.

In a fit of rage, Samuel sent Amy to prison:

"A life for a life. Learn the rules inside."

That learning lasted six years, and by her side was now the most important person.

Laura Gonzalez, their daughter.

The year she was imprisoned, she was pregnant. People inside said she could get out if Samuel was willing to relent.

For the first three months, she made countless calls, but Samuel never answered once.

Until the fifth month, Samuel's lawyer came, but only to warn her:

"Amy, Samuel asked me to tell you that as long as you atone seriously in prison, he will come to pick you up after six years."

But Amy didn't know what she needed to atone for. She had merely turned on an air conditioner, yet it was considered a heinous crime.

For six whole years, Samuel never visited her once.

She had gone from being the radiant pearl of Buffalo to a convict that anyone could kick around.

By now, she had long given up hope on Samuel.

Her daughter beside her tugged at her clothes and said, "Mommy, are we going home now?"

Before Amy could answer, a multi-million-dollar luxury car pulled up, splashing muddy water onto the mother and daughter.

She recognized it—the birthday gift she'd given Samuel years ago.

The man stepped out in a tailored suit, radiating aristocratic elegance.

The bodyguard who once trailed her calling her "Miss" had transformed into a lofty CEO.

"Just six years in prison, and you put on this pitiful act for whom?"

"You only lost your freedom, but Sharon Davis lost a child!"

The old Amy would've called him a fool for falling for Sharon's cheap tricks.

But she was no longer the untouchable heiress.

Her silence inexplicably irritated Samuel, his gaze shifting to Laura beside her.

"Comfortable life inside, I see? Bringing home a cellmate after release?"

"Amy, did you actually treat prison like home after six years?"

"Locked up so young—rotten to the core, just like you."

Each venomous word struck her ears like shards of ice.

Her already frozen heart turned to solid ice.

She'd considered telling him about their daughter after release. Now she knew better.

After returning home, Samuel asked the driver to take the car out for cleaning and disinfection.

Hearing this, Amy's body stiffened.

Back then, Samuel was just a poor student, and it was Amy who sponsored him.

But Samuel was too proud to accept Amy's sponsorship and instead volunteered to be her bodyguard.

At that time, Samuel didn't even have decent clothes; they were all patched up.

Even so, Amy never looked down on him.

Now, times have changed. He seized everything from the Gonzalez family with a thunderous hand, enjoying the honors brought by the Gonzalez family, but now he looks down on her.

Amy clenched her fists tightly, lowered her eyes, and pulled her daughter to enter the villa.

As soon as they stepped in, a basin of ritual cleansing blood was poured over their heads.

"Sister-in-law, you just got out of prison. Ritual cleansing blood washes away bad luck."

The one who did it was Sharon, Samuel's sworn sister and also his lifesaver.

The moment Amy was splashed with the ritual cleansing blood, Samuel instinctively took a step forward.

He used to be Amy's bodyguard and would instinctively protect her whenever there was danger.

The reason Amy fell for him back then was precisely because he protected her all the time.

Back then, Peter Gonzalez said: "He is your bodyguard. Protecting you is his duty. That's not love."

Catherine Gonzalez passed away early, Peter was preoccupied with his career year after year, Amy's childhood was starved of affection, and back then she couldn't comprehend it.

She only knew that whenever danger found her and she needed companionship, Samuel stood steadfast by her side.

That year, Amy declared with fervent conviction, "Dad, this is love. I will marry Samuel. I care nothing for his status, position, or wealth—I possess these myself and can bestow them upon him."

Peter bristled with exasperation, "Samuel schemes too deeply. Your mismatch in social standing guarantees misery together."

Though Peter resisted vehemently, Amy's stubborn will prevailed until he finally relented.

The following month, Samuel brought home a woman, introducing her as his sworn sister and lifesaver.

Snapping back to the present, Amy methodically wiped the ritual cleansing blood from her face, locking eyes with Sharon as she stated calmly:

"This is my home."

Shrinking behind Samuel, Sharon quavered, "Sister-in-law, please don't stare at me like that—it frightens me."

Samuel's initial pity at Amy's disheveled state vanished when he saw her intimidating Sharon, his expression hardening instantly.

"Enough! Can't you stay quiet now you're back?"

"Six years inside taught you nothing?"

"I planned to let you recover before signing, but clearly that's unnecessary now."

Samuel brought over a stock transfer agreement, looking down at her:

"Sharon's working at the Gonzalez Group now. Transfer all 15% of your shares to her so she won't get bullied at the company."

"Hand over the shares, and we'll consider the past settled."

Amy stared at him, disbelief flooding her eyes.

She never imagined they'd stoop this low—forcing her into six years of imprisonment, now coming for her remaining shares.

Amy's fingers curled into fists, her gaze turning glacial inch by inch:

"What if I refuse?"

Samuel narrowed his eyes: "This isn't a negotiation."

At his signal, two black-suited bodyguards kicked her knees from behind, forcing her onto the cobblestone ground. Agony shot through her bones.

Guards pinned her on both sides to stamp her thumbprint onto the document as she struggled helplessly.

Eyes bloodshot, she spat: "Samuel! How dare you treat me like this! Won't you fear my father's vengeance?"

"Amy, you've lost your mind," Samuel sneered. "Your father died the day after our wedding."

"And I dislike you mentioning him. Don't test my patience."

He handed the agreement to Sharon and escorted her inside.

After the bodyguard released Amy, Laura threw herself on her and sobbed: "Mom, I don't want to go home. Can we go back to our old home?"

Amy's heart wrenched unbearably—that previous place was a prison, not a home.

She swallowed her emotions and said: "Laura, this is our real home. Mom will protect you."

After comforting Laura, she walked into the garden and called her father, whom she hadn't contacted in six years:

"Dad, you were right all those years ago. I'm divorcing Samuel and opting for single-parent custody after divorce."

It was rumored that Peter had died in a car accident—even Samuel believed it.

But no one knew Peter had actually gone abroad on a top-secret mission for his superiors, requiring him to abandon his domestic identity. The car crash was staged.

Peter's end sounded chaotic, his voice brimming with unconcealed joy.

"I always said that Samuel was no good. Bringing home some shady adopted sister just a month after your wedding? Glad you finally see the light after six years."

"I'm still completing missions overseas and can't return, but I left an elite team back home. Here are their numbers. Contact them if you need an escape route."

Amy gave a soft "hmm." "Okay. Can they come tomorrow?"

Hearing her urgency, Peter's tone darkened.

"Amy, did something happen?

Did Samuel hurt you?"

Hurt her? More than just bullied—she hadn't lived like a human being these six years.

But Amy knew Peter's missions were dangerous. She swallowed the truth to spare him worry, forcing a lie:

"Nothing's wrong. I just... had an epiphany. Got to go now."

She frantically hung up before her voice cracked.

Soon, Peter sent a phone number, saying the captain was his former apprentice and very reliable.

Amy was about to call when commotion erupted inside, mixed with Laura's sobs.

She turned off her phone and rushed in immediately.

Laura was forced to her knees by bodyguards, her arm nearly twisted off.

Amy's heart clenched at the sight. "Laura!"

Sharon leaned pitifully against Samuel, whimpering: "Sister-in-law, this child just pushed me. How can someone so young be so vicious?"

Amy trembled with rage, glaring at Sharon: "How old is she? How old are you? Could she even push you?"

"Sharon, scheme against me all you want, but Laura is my heart. Harm her, and I'll end you!"

Instantly, Sharon buried her face in the man's chest: "Wuwuwu, Samuel, I'm scared. Maybe I should move out so sister won't kill me."

Samuel couldn't bear Sharon's distress and snapped: "Enough!

Amy, I thought six years in prison would've humbled you. Clearly, you're still vicious."

"Now you've brought back a brat to torment Sharon?"

"Sharon belongs to me. Hurt her once, and I'll make you suffer tenfold!"

The man waved his hand, signaling his bodyguards to drag Laura outside and force her to kneel all day.

Amy stepped forward to block the bodyguards but was shoved hard against the edge of a table, her vision going dark.

Laura was dragged across the ground, her palms and knees scraped raw by sharp debris as flesh and blood smeared the floor.

The child’s heart-wrenching screams pierced the air: "Mommy, save me!"

Samuel sneered coldly at the cry: "Mommy?

Just like her god-daughter—poisonous as you."

"Since she lives here, she follows my rules. Harm the master, face punishment. Drench her in ice water. Teach her a lesson."

Amid the cold snap, a bucket of icy water and a day’s wind could kill.

The Samuel of old would never be this cruel. He’d truly changed.

Freezing water cascaded over Laura’s head. She curled into herself, eyelids growing heavy.

Watching her daughter suffer, Amy felt her heart Hanged, Drawn and Quartered. She strained against restraint, screaming hoarsely: "Target me! She’s just a child!"

The bodyguards stood impassive, relentlessly pouring ice water.

Finally, Amy burst out: "Samuel, stop! She’s your child!"

She had thought Samuel would go easy on her for their child's sake, but he'd already walked away with Sharon the moment she spoke.

Amy knelt on the ground in despair, choking back sobs as she tremblingly pulled out her phone to call the elite team.

But the call never went through; her phone had no credit left.

Penniless, she couldn't even afford to top it up.

Suddenly, Amy let out a bitter laugh—this was the price of loving the wrong man.

She couldn't protect herself, let alone her child.

Watching Laura fade fast, Amy threatened the guards nearby:

"She's just a child! She won't survive this punishment. If she dies, you're all murderers!"

Fearing consequences, the guards finally let Amy join Laura in the courtyard.

Laura's thin clothes were now frozen stiff from the icy water.

Amy draped her own coat over her daughter, voice choked with tears:

"Hold on, sweetheart. Once we reach Grandpa's people, they'll save us. Just hang in there."

For six years, Laura had been her whole world—raised by her own hands.

Having grown up in a prison environment, Laura understood hardship far beyond her years.

Her teeth chattering, the girl still comforted: "Don't cry, Mommy. Is he... my daddy?"

"This kneeling repays him for giving me life."

Amy hugged her tight, shielding her with body heat. "Okay, don't fall asleep. Mommy promises you anything."

Laura had been feverish for an hour before slipping into unconsciousness.

Only after his bodyguards reported this did Samuel relent and allow them inside, though he forbade calling a doctor as punishment.

By Samuel's order, not a soul in the vast mansion dared assist them.

When Amy tried entering Samuel's study for medicine, bodyguards struck her out, accusing her of theft.

Amy laughed bitterly. Every brick of this mansion belonged to her, yet now taking a few items was called stealing.

Battered and bruised, the woman stumbled back to the bedroom. Seeing her daughter lifeless, she cried her heart out.

Samuel once vowed: "Amy, I want a daughter. We'll have one, and I'll make her the happiest princess alive."

"Daughters deserve pampering. Anyone who touches mine will pay with their limbs."

Those promises scattered like sand in the wind.

All night, Amy kept cooling her down with wet cloths.

By dawn, Laura showed no improvement, her feverish ramblings growing worse.

Amy knelt before each servant and guard, dignity crushed underfoot, begging just for medicine.

Having begged countless times on her knees, Amy pleaded with anyone she saw:

"My daughter is dying. Please, give me some medicine."

This time, the person didn't outright refuse. A familiar scent snapped her to awareness.

She looked up and saw Samuel.

Samuel stood impeccably suited, worlds apart from her desperate groveling.

The man frowned slightly: "Amy, you'd truly abandon all dignity for that prison mate of yours."

Samuel loved and hated Amy simultaneously.

He adored her pride yet longed to shatter it completely.

Even during her imprisonment, Amy had never begged him like this.

Her eyes swollen grotesquely, Amy whispered: "Yes, I've abandoned all dignity. Please save Laura."

For one fleeting moment, Samuel wondered if the child inside was his.

But he reconsidered—the child bore the Gonzalez surname, not Lee.

Besides, Amy was once a pampered heiress who couldn't even care for herself, let alone a child.

Doubt extinguished, Samuel's expression frosted over:

"Fine. Sharon wants the Extreme Mountain Circuit championship trophy. You were once its greatest racer. Win first place, and I'll treat that bastard child inside."

The Extreme Mountain Circuit is the most dangerous race track in the country, where nine out of ten never come back alive.

Though Amy loved racing, she'd never set foot on that track before.

Samuel used to argue with her over her passion:

"Racing's too dangerous. Don't go again. If anything happened, I'd feel sorry for you."

Yet now, just because Sharon fancied the circuit's trophy, he made it a condition for Amy to compete.

Samuel expected refusal, but the woman cut him off:

"Fine, I agree."

"But two conditions: treat Laura's illness, and give me a hundred dollars."

If she survived, she'd contact her father's elite squad immediately to take her and her child away.

Samuel agreed.

As Amy turned to prepare upstairs, his voice hardened:

"Amy, you're too stubborn. You rely on me now. Soften up sometimes, maybe I'll pity you."

"Stop hurting Sharon, and I'll treat you like before."

Amy didn't respond.

She'd already chosen single-parent custody after divorce. Samuel meant nothing to her anymore.

Seeing Amy walk away without looking back, Samuel snorted coldly:

"Let's see how you keep up that arrogance without your father!"

Three hours later, Extreme Mountain Circuit.

Every participant needed to sign a death waiver alongside family members.

When Amy signed alongside Samuel, the crowd gasped:

"Isn't that the Gonzalez heiress? Mr. Lee's wife? Why's she doing something this dangerous?"

"I heard Amy hurt someone six years ago. Did prison time—probably just got out."

"Rumor says she brought a cellmate too. Tsk, stay clear of her—bad luck."

"No wonder Samuel's always with Sharon now. At least she's pretty and never did time."

"Amy's finished. Without Peter, her life's gonna be hell."

Sharon listened as they trashed Amy to flatter her, red lips curved upward.

These social climbers loved kicking the fallen. Amy ignored them, confirming with Samuel before racing:

"Remember your promise."

Samuel's brow furrowed. He'd thought fear drove her to beg mercy...

Unexplained fury burned in him:

"Amy, you'd really risk everything for that bastard."

Amy's fingers clenched abruptly, a cold laugh echoing in her heart.

You little shit?

She couldn't wait to see if Samuel would regret everything he'd done once he learned Laura was his daughter.

A gunshot cracked through the air, and Amy's car shot forward like a blade.

On the Extreme Mountain Circuit, Amy gripped the steering wheel tightly, overtaking rivals at every turn.

Suddenly, a black car pressed aggressively alongside hers. The man inside spewed vulgarities:

"Amy, even though you've done time, I don't mind. I need a kept woman—that spot's yours if you want it."

"But I've got... hefty appetites. You'd need to keep things fresh. And I don't like my women in the public eye, you—"

Before he finished, Amy leaned into the curve, accelerated, and executed a sharp drift, slamming his car aside. "Get lost!" she snapped.

Six years without driving left her skills rusty. Every overtake felt like dancing with death.

Approaching the final bend, three cars still blocked her path.

Amy's knuckles whitened on the wheel. She floored the accelerator. The speedometer maxed out.

Everyone thought Amy had gone mad for victory.

A deafening BANG erupted as Amy collided with the guardrail. Thick white smoke billowed, blinding every driver on the track.

Amy's head was sliced by a glass shard beside her. She bit down hard on her arm, the blood filling her mouth jolting her awake.

She stomped on the accelerator, making the final overtake.

Both racers and spectators called her insane.

Ultimately, Amy clinched first place, claiming victory.

Amy had the organizers deliver the trophy directly to Sharon.

The stands erupted in laughter:

"Samuel sure knows how to handle women—making the proud Miss Gonzalez obey like a trained dog."

Samuel was hoisted shoulder-high amid congratulations for the pair.

Below the podium, Amy's blood streamed from her head down to her feet.

Just as the celebration roared onstage, resentful racers dragged the "ex-con" aside for kicking and punching.

Amy curled on the ground, shielding her head as tears mingled with blood pooling beneath her.

When she neared unconsciousness, Samuel glanced back from the stage—

only to gently kiss Sharon's forehead.

Due to her serious injuries, Amy remained unconscious for two full days.

She didn't wake until the afternoon of the third day.

Samuel had kept his word—he'd sent doctors to treat Laura and provided the money.

Amy immediately recharged her phone and contacted the elite team her father had left behind.

The team confirmed they'd arrive tomorrow to extract them.

After making arrangements, Amy told Laura:

"Laura, Grandpa's people will come for us tomorrow. No one will dare hurt us again."

Tomorrow she'd take her daughter far away from this place.

But that very night, Sharon vanished.

Samuel called everyone and tore through Buffalo searching for her, but found nothing.

Amy was packing in her room, gathering childhood mementos her mother had left—she'd take them all.

This villa was tainted now; she'd never return.

Suddenly Samuel appeared behind her, grabbing her throat.

"Amy! It was you! You had Sharon kidnapped!"

"Six years! Why won't you let her be!"

He dragged her by the neck into the hallway. She struggled, tumbling down the stairs.

Laura rushed forward in tears and hugged her.

"Mom, please don't hurt my mom."

Amy felt like her bones were breaking but held back tears to comfort Laura.

"Mom's fine, sweetheart. Don't cry."

And then, she turned to Samuel.

"I didn't touch Sharon!

I was unconscious for two whole days and just woke up today. When would I have had time to go after her?"

But Samuel stubbornly insisted.

"If it wasn't you, why were you packing to run away?"

Amy didn't dare mention tomorrow's departure, terrified he'd snap now.

To him, her hesitation looked like guilt.

Samuel massaged his temples, his voice heavy.

"Sharon saved me once. I just want to repay her. She'll leave when it's done. Why can't you let this go?"

Amy lifted her eyes to meet his, tone desolate.

"What kind of debt takes seven years to repay?

Samuel, I think you're using gratitude as an excuse for your affair."

Struck where it hurt, his eyes turned dark.

"See? You're just jealous Sharon's more favored than you."

He waved a hand. Bodyguards grabbed both mother and daughter.

Samuel looked down at her.

"Relax, I won't hurt you. You're my wife. Even after this, I won't do anything to you."

"But isn't that little bastard the one you care about most? Then let her atone for your sins."

As soon as he finished speaking, Laura was dragged out by bodyguards. The sound of a car engine echoed, and the child was taken away.

Amy used all her strength but couldn't break free from the bodyguards' grip:

"Samuel, she's just a child! If you have a problem, take it out on me!"

From beginning to end, Samuel didn't say a word.

When Amy saw her daughter again, it was already on the television screen.

Laura had a bomb strapped to her body and was suspended in mid-air.

The bomb was counting down:

"999 seconds."

"998 seconds..."

Time ticked away. Samuel sat on the leather sofa opposite with his legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers:

"Amy, I'm giving you one last chance. Tell me where Sharon is, and I'll let bygones be bygones."

Her eyes bloodshot, Amy shook her head in despair: "It really wasn't me."

At the critical moment, the assistant brought out Amy's phone from the room and said: "Sir, this is ma'am's phone. This afternoon, a call was made from it. I checked, and it's not a domestic number."

Suddenly, Samuel's eyes darkened, a cold smirk playing on his lips:

"Hah, Amy, you still dare lie to me."

"Whip that bastard child. Stop only when Mrs. Scott decides to tell the truth."

Laura was too young to endure such torment, forcing Amy to confess.

"No! She's your biological daughter! You can't do this!"

Samuel's gaze shifted violently as he gripped her chin. "My daughter?"

Sobbing, Amy revealed the past. Though Samuel trembled slightly, he remained wary and ordered verification.

Five minutes later, Samuel returned.

Amy instantly stopped crying, believing her child was saved.

But Samuel slapped her without warning. Her left cheek stung as the man snarled:

"My daughter?"

"Amy, you screwed around behind bars and now expect me to claim some bastard?"

"Calling her a bastard wasn't wrong after all."

Amy's mind went blank—the child was undeniably his!

"There must be some mistake! She's yours! Get a DNA test if you don't believe me!"

But Samuel threw the phone at her feet—the video showed her with another man.

Amy's face paled, her body stiffened as she desperately explained: "This video's photoshopped! It's fake!"

"Samuel, after all these years together, you know me best. I'd never do this."

Samuel snorted coldly: "Amy, you've always worn masks. I don't know you at all."

"Amy, last chance. If you still won't tell me Sharon's whereabouts, that bastard won't live."

Kneeling at the man's feet, Amy clutched his trousers desperately, sobbing uncontrollably:

"Sharon's disappearance has nothing to do with me, I swear..."

The man kicked her away with a grunt and ordered: "Do it."

On the screen, bodyguards raised whips and brought them down viciously.

The lashes tore through the little girl's clothes, exposing bloody wounds.

One lash.

Two lashes.

...

Twelve lashes...

Laura nearly passed out from the beating, yet never uttered a single plea.

Amy felt her heart was about to shatter from pain. She abandoned all dignity, kneeling on the ground begging Samuel:

"Please stop hitting. If this continues, someone will die."

Samuel finally crouched down, gripping Amy's chin coldly:

"I warned you, Sharon is my life. You touched my life, so I'll take yours."

Amy bit her lip until it bled. Blood mixed with tears stained her collar crimson, her eyes filled with utter despair.

The man raised his hand to command: "Seems you won't tell the truth without pressure."

He spoke icily into the walkie-talkie: "Bomb timer's too long. Detonate it now."

On the video feed, bodyguards streamed out of the warehouse as the timer on her daughter's bomb rapidly counted down.

No matter how desperately Amy pleaded, Samuel wouldn't relent.

"Samuel! She's your own flesh and blood! Even beasts spare their young! Killing your child will bring heaven's wrath!"

The man sneered: "You hid my Sharon. This is your divine punishment!"

"Quit stalling! Blow that bastard up!"

Before the words faded, the villa door swung open.

Sharon was back, shopping bags in hand.

She blinked innocently: "What's wrong, Samuel? My depression flared up, so I turned off my phone and went shopping. Why's the house feeling like a murder scene?"

Instantly, Amy collapsed to the floor, locking eyes with Samuel as she ground out each word:

"Believe me now?

Will you release Laura?"

Seeing Amy's disheveled state, Samuel felt a pang in his chest.

But he quickly reminded himself—Amy cheated, she brought this shame upon herself, she deserved this.

Samuel ordered Laura freed, only to have her shoved into a dog crate.

"The bastard deserves a doghouse," Samuel declared.

The ordeal nearly killed Laura. Amy stayed by the crate all night.

Staring at Laura's wounds, Amy burned with agony and hatred.

Just wait, she told herself. Freedom comes tomorrow.

By dusk, Laura rasped she needed water. Amy slipped out to fetch some.

Passing the lounge, she overheard Sharon giggling with a friend:

"Sharon, heard your man almost tortured that mother-daughter pair to death over your few missing hours. You've got skills."

Amy's nails dug into her palms as blood seeped out.

She'd always assumed Laura had deliberately miscarried to frame her, never imagining the truth could be this vile.

Laura sneered:

"Tsk, that's nothing. With a snap of my fingers, that Amy bitch would be scrambling like a stray dog."

"But credit where it's due—that little bastard actually is Samuel's daughter with Amy. Good thing I noticed the brat resembled Samuel. Had my people alter prison records today. When Samuel reinvestigates, they'll swear the child's illegitimate."

Her friends gasped in admiration:

"Always a step ahead, Laura! But aren't you afraid Samuel might uncover the truth someday?"

Sharon said defiantly: "Would you double-check information about a sinful child?

Besides, Amy and her mother will soon be dealt with permanently—no chance for appeal."

Each word pierced Amy's heart like a dagger.

She drew a sharp breath, eyes burning with hatred.

As their conversation ended, Amy pressed stop on her recording.

She'd captured every damning truth.

After casting an icy glance inside, Amy turned and left with her phone.

At midnight, Amy waited on the living room sofa for Samuel.

Samuel stared at her with complex expression.

"What are you doing here."

Amy laughed coldly inside—this was her home, yet he questioned her presence.

Masking her emotions, she handed him a USB drive.

"Tomorrow's our seventh marriage anniversary. My gift to you."

"You always demanded I apologize to Sharon. This contains my recorded apology video. Invite her to watch it with you tomorrow at 8 PM."

Samuel looked surprised—Amy had actually yielded.

But realization quickly dawned: helpless and alone, she'd naturally lower her proud head.

Thinking of this, Samuel's attitude softened considerably:

"It's good you've come to your senses. Behave yourself, and I'll treat you just like before."

Hearing this, Amy sneered inwardly and replied flatly, "Fine."

After all these years, this was the first time Samuel saw Amy so compliant. He immediately put on airs again:

"You don't run the company, so you don't understand the struggle. Managing thousands daily leaves me no energy to pamper you. Learn from Sharon – be more sensible."

"Though I spoil Sharon, you'll always be my only wife. That's my promise."

Amy had never witnessed such shamelessness.

He'd seized her family fortune, paraded his mistress in their home, yet dared claim she remained his sole wife.

She smirked coldly. After tomorrow, Samuel would never get this chance again.

Samuel didn't know Peter had made him sign an agreement before their wedding.

If Samuel ever cheated, their marriage would instantly dissolve.

His entire status depended on the Gonzalez family. Without them, he'd lose everything.

Previously, prison prevented her from producing the agreement. But tomorrow, order would be restored.

The next day.

When Samuel woke, he saw Amy sitting in the garden.

He commanded like a superior: "Amy, tonight's our anniversary. Cook more dishes."

Amy stared at him. Was he treating her like a maid?

Before she could respond, he wrapped his arm around Sharon's waist and left.

Samuel's car had just driven off when the elite team's helicopter landed outside the villa.

Dozens of muscular men in camouflage slid down ropes, kicking open the ornate iron gate.

The squad moved with military precision, fully armed:

"Miss, we're here to extract you."

These special forces operatives showed absolute deference to Amy.

Amy said: "My child's trapped in a cage. Please rescue her."

Two men stormed the villa, swiftly prying open the dog cage to free Laura.

"Mommy, can we leave now?"

Amy's eyes glistened: "Yes, we're leaving."

"Nobody will ever hurt you again."

The team escorted Amy and her daughter aboard the helicopter.

As the aircraft ascended, Amy took one last look at her former home.

She'd never return to this place.

Before departing, she'd already sold the property to a buyer.

Though tainted, she didn't want it anymore, yet refused to let this shameless couple benefit.

Samuel, every ounce of pain you inflicted on me, I'll pay back double and demand justice for myself!