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The man saw that the situation was spiraling out of control and helped the Secretary tie me up, coaxing her to the next room.
Before long, ambiguous sounds drifted in from next door. The Secretary, having been seduced, went out to call my parents for money at the man's request.
Once she left, the man emerged from the room with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, grinning maliciously as he approached me. I shrank back into the corner, trying to keep my distance from him.
He stopped about half a meter away, sitting down on the floor and telling me, "Hey, your family is so wealthy. Why don't you just give me some money? I'll let you go. I also have evidence of that Bitch's schemes; as long as the money is right, I can hand it over to you."
I widened my eyes in disbelief and replied, "I don't believe you unless you show me the evidence first."
The man took a drag from his cigarette and pulled out his phone with one hand, opening a video and presenting it to me. "Now do you believe me? I don't want much—just five million. All of this can be yours. A bargain, right?"
Still skeptical, I probed, "But that's your wife and child. If I give you the money, will you really let me go?"
Upon hearing my words, he extinguished his cigarette dismissively and said, "I'm already tired of them. That Jerk has been with so many people; who knows if that kid is even mine?"
"With this money, I can start over—open a small shop back home, marry someone new, and live a normal life again." He continued, "Then I can have my own kids; who cares about that little Bastard?"
Internally, I scoffed at his cold-heartedness but pretended to believe him on the surface.
"Untie me and give me my phone back. I'll transfer half first; then you give me the video. I'll transfer the other half at the door. If you agree, we have a deal."
Seeing my agreement made him very happy; he eagerly untied me and pulled out his phone to hand it over.
After receiving the video, I feigned asking for his bank account number while secretly forwarding the video to the police.
Once he finished giving me his account details, he suddenly sensed something was off. He snatched the phone back from me only to find that the message had already been sent out.
In a fit of rage, he threw my phone to the ground and grabbed my hair, intent on killing me.
I struggled with all my might, pushing my feet against the ground. Just then, the Secretary suddenly returned. Seeing her felt like a lifeline, and I quickly shouted, "He tried to assault me while you were gone!"
Upon hearing this, the Secretary swung whatever she had in her hand at the man. "You bastard! I knew you had your eyes on this jerk and wanted to trick me out of here. I'm going to fight you!"
She went wild, grappling with the man.
Taking advantage of their fight, I scrambled to my feet and dashed toward the door. Just as I was about to reach for the doorknob, a powerful force yanked me back. The man glared at me fiercely. "Thinking of running? There’s no way out; you’re both going to die today!"
He pulled a fruit knife from the table and charged at me. I sidestepped just in time and sprinted behind the Secretary, shouting, "Watch out! He’s going to kill you!"
By this point, the Secretary had completely lost her mind. She grabbed the man's wrist and bit down hard.
The man cursed angrily, "Bitch, are you crazy? Why are you biting me?"
Seizing the opportunity, I kicked him from behind. He stumbled forward, losing his balance, and the knife fell from his hand. The Secretary picked it up and mounted his back, stabbing him repeatedly—over a dozen times—until he finally lay still.
I had managed to inch my way to the door and yanked it open, rushing outside. The Secretary, covered in blood and clutching the knife, chased after me.
I ran desperately but was cornered on the rooftop. Standing at the edge, the wind whipped my skirt around me.
"Put down the knife and surrender! I’ll help plead for you. Think of your son; he’s still so young. Can you bear to let him grow up without a mother?"
The Secretary's eyes were bloodshot and wild with rage. "As long as you're dead, we’ll be fine!"
With that, she lunged at me just as the police finally arrived. An officer knocked the knife from her hand. She turned and pushed hard against me, causing me to slip off the rooftop. My fingers clawed desperately at the edge as I hung on for dear life.
At a critical moment, a group of police officers rushed in, tackling the Secretary to the ground and placing silver handcuffs on him. I was also rescued from the edge of the rooftop by the police. My parents arrived and held me tightly in their arms, and the three of us wept together.
The Secretary received his due punishment. The legal department at my father's company took him to court, and ultimately, his family was ordered to compensate the company for two million yuan in damages. My sister-in-law and mother-in-law then discovered that the daughter-in-law they had believed in was actually a habitual con artist. Furthermore, the grandson my mother-in-law cherished was not the biological child of my late husband. Enraged, my mother-in-law fainted and nearly required resuscitation.
During this time, my mother-in-law brought my sister-in-law to our home to cause trouble several times, but they never even made it through the front door. Later, under pressure from relevant authorities, they cobbled together funds by borrowing from relatives.
Eventually left with no options, my sister-in-law sold her house to gather the two million yuan. After repaying the company's debts, she took my mother-in-law back to their hometown and disappeared from our lives. My husband's life insurance policy did not take effect, and the payout was returned; I used that money to repay the loan shark. Before the Secretary's child could be sold off to northern Myanmar, I managed to rescue him.
"The child is indeed innocent," I thought as I found an orphanage and sent him there, hoping he could escape his fate and live a happy life. With my parents' support, I embarked on a journey alone toward a new life. I still believed in love and hoped that one day in the future, I would find my own happiness.
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