Marriage With A Evil Heart

These questions turned my thoughts into a maze, causing a headache.

But reason told me there was no time to dwell on these things.

I eagerly sat at the desk, opened Robert’s computer, and entered a password string Scarlette had sent me. The computer screen flickered and entered the main page.

I felt a surge of joy, my hands trembling as I clicked on his documents and opened the folders.

Perhaps due to my lingering resentment towards Robert after ten years of emotions, the first thing I wanted to access when I opened his computer was the home surveillance records.

However, what I never anticipated was that when I entered the surveillance records, the contents inside truly shattered my worldview.

However, what I never anticipated was that when I entered the surveillance records, the contents inside truly shattered my worldview.

Not only did I see the footage of me lying motionless in bed as if dead, but I also witnessed Sherry standing in front of my bed with my three children. She pointed at my stiff body, seemingly saying something to them. Initially, the kids listened attentively, but later they all retreated in horror, their little faces expressing disgust. Eventually, they hurriedly ran out.

Observing the children’s reactions, a strange smile appeared on Sherry’s face.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

No wonder I hadn’t seen Lilly and Oliver for such a long time. It seems they must have refused to come back to this house.

What a ruthless woman!

There were also scenes of Robert returning home and not even glancing at me. He went straight to Sherry’s room, only emerging when daylight broke.

Moreover, there were many scenes in the living room of him engaging intimately with Sherry. In these images, Robert brazenly sat naked on the sofa, and Sherry knelt between his spread legs, occasionally burying her head…

Nausea surged in my stomach, and I grabbed the trash can under the table, vomiting forcefully. Unexpectedly, in that moment, I glimpsed inside the bin, where a condom was instantly covered by my vomit. This made me even more disgusted, causing me to vomit until I collapsed on the ground in exhaustion.

Tears streamed down my face as I clutched my chest and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

My parents were right. Robert’s true nature was exactly like this! The shameless images of Robert’s debauchery, his lecherous, intoxicated, and greedy expressions, flashed before my eyes.

I vomited profusely once again, this time expelling bile.

Reason reminded me that there were still important tasks to complete. I forced myself to endure the discomfort, shivering as I exited the surveillance documents. I continued to browse through other folders. Some contained basic company information, while others were encrypted and inaccessible.

Then I was curious and clicked on the image folder within the documents, and to my surprise, it contained an enormous collection of explicit images-various women made love with him. The audacity of these pictures was jaw-dropping.

Many were from his time at the image studio, portraying him with a youthful appearance.

If the videos of him with Sherry had already shattered my worldview, what I saw now completely obliterated any remnants of my beliefs and made me question life itself.

Was this the Robert I thought I knew?

It seemed I was wrong from the beginning-completely defeated.

He was a true actor!

He had played this role flawlessly for an entire decade.

He was never a refined gentleman but a downright debauched libertine, thoroughly corrupt.

I raised my hand and slapped myself hard. The force was so strong that my head buzzed with stars.

I had been too willful, willful enough to gamble away my own life and nearly lose it.

Burning with anger, I wished to immediately rid myself of this disgusting creature.

No, I had to keep this evidence. Despite its nauseating content, I believed that one day I might find a use for it.

I retrieved a large-capacity USB drive and inserted it into the computer, transferring all the images, videos, and accessible documents into it.

Before the data transfer was complete, I faintly heard the sound of a car approaching. Startled, I quickly exited the study, rushing into my room and looking out the window.

Sure enough, I saw Robert’s car returning.