Chapter 17 

“Damn it! So Claire was behind all this!” Nathan seethed with rage. “That bitch actually sent these videos to Olivia!” 

The content of the videos was obscene, and each one came with taunting messages from Claire, 

[Olivia, you pathetic loser, your husband’s in my bed right now. Do you dare come catch us in the act? 

[Olivia, your husband tastes so good down there. I just can’t get enough.] 

[Olivia, your husband says I’m better in bed than you. He says you’re like a plank of wood–totally boring.] 

[Olivia, you’re such a failure as a woman. If I were you, I’d find the nearest cliff and jump off!] 

Reading these provocative messages, Nathan’s face darkened with fury. 

Great! Just great, Claire! 

He had cherished her, placed her on a pedestal, and even planned to leave all his assets to her two children. Yet she had stabbed him in the back like 

this! 

The more Nathan thought about it, the angrier he became. He immediately flew back to his home country, determined to teach Claire a lesson. 

“Nathan, darling, you’re back!” Seeing Nathan, Claire instantly put on a bright smile. She approached him sweetly and asked in a sugary voice: “How did it go? Did you 

find Olivia?” 

Nathan gave Claire a cold, hard stare. “Claire, tell me something. Why would Olivia suddenly want a divorce when everything was fine?” 

Hearing this, Claire’s expression froze momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure. 

“I don’t know,” she said softly. “Maybe it’s because Olivia doesn’t want you to leave all your assets to little Michael and Anna…” 

As she spoke, 

Claire’s ey 

welled 

up 

with tears. 

She choked back a sob, looking utterly pitiful as she continued: “Nathan, what should we do? I feel like Olivia doesn’t like Michael and Anna.” 

“What if she mistreats them after I’m gone?” 

“Those children are my life. If they aren’t treated well, I couldn’t rest in peace even in my grave!” 

The more Claire spoke, the more emotional she became, until she finally covered her face and broke down crying. 

In the past, seeing Claire’s tearful, vulnerable state would have made Nathan’s heart ache with sympathy. 

But now, he felt nothing but disgust towards her! 

“That’s right, you have cancer. You’re supposed to be dying soon,” Nathan smiled coldly, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Claire by the throat. “Didn’t you tell me you only had a week to live at most?” 

“It’s been over two weeks now. Why aren’t you dead yet?” 

“Claire, don’t tell me you never had cancer–that this was all just a sick game you were playing with me?” 

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