Chapter 1

My mother-in-law and her lover were shamelessly engaging in an intimate scene right in front of my daughter. To make things worse, they planned to have him move into the house I fully paid for.

While I was out, her lover attempted to molest my daughter but failed. Furious, I confronted my mother-in-law, only for her to twist the story, accusing my daughter of being seductive and calling her vile names.

My cheating husband, of course, acted indifferent, even going so far as to say my daughter deserved it.

Then I stumbled upon some incriminating messages from his mistress. That was when I decided to orchestrate a little play of my own.

They wanted to corner me? Not a chance.

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The moment I opened the door to my home, I was greeted by a woman's moans of pleasure.

Walking closer, I froze, stunned by the sight in front of me.

My mother-in-law, Laura Reilly, and her lover, Victor Russo, were passionately making out on the living room sofa. Their clothes were half-off, and Victor's hands roamed greedily over Laura.

Feeling deeply uncomfortable, I turned to head toward my room, only to spot my daughter, Sophie, peeking her head out from the doorway.

"Mom, what is Grandma doing with Mr. Russo?" she asked, her voice small and confused.

My heart sank. I rushed to cover Sophie's eyes. "Sophie, go back to your room and do your homework."

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

Previously, Laura and Victor would merely cuddle on the sofa, but now, things were becoming far more outrageous.

Back in the room with Sophie, I could still hear Laura's moans growing louder and louder, as if she wanted to tear the roof off.

I quickly placed headphones over Sophie's ears. "Sophie, listen to some music for a bit, okay?"

Once the chaos outside quieted down, I stormed out and pulled Laura aside.

"Mom, Sophie’s at home. Can you at least take it to the bedroom?"

This was her personal business, and I had no wish to interfere. But Sophie was still in elementary school—a child far too young to be exposed to such things.

Laura’s face darkened immediately.

"Quinn, what’s that supposed to mean? Being a control freak in your own life isn’t enough? Now you want to control mine too?"

I tried to explain calmly, "Mom, Sophie’s on summer break. She’s just a child. She shouldn’t have to see or hear any of this."

But Laura shoved my hand away and snapped, "Why should I have to cater to that brat? She’s a useless girl, eating food for nothing. Feeding her is already a waste—now you want me to inconvenience myself for her?"

The smile on my face disappeared.

Laura had always favored boys over girls. From the moment Sophie was born, her attitude toward both of us had grown increasingly hostile.

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "If you had any skills in bed, maybe you wouldn’t be so easily tossed aside. I’m doing you a favor, teaching your daughter for free. You should be thanking me!"

With that, she strutted back to Victor, swaying her hips dramatically.

"Oh, darling, you’re incredible," she cooed at him. "You make me feel so good."