After James figured me out, he began taking advantage of me. He insulted my worth and threatened to break up with me over minor disagreements. The more he did so, the more I doubted my every move and obsessed over whether he'd abandon me. 

That was probably why James had the audacity to marry Letitia right in front of me. He must've thought I was under his thumb. 

I'd never been in a relationship before. I thought that loving someone meant making them happy. Never had I considered that I should've prioritized my own happiness in the process. 

When I came to that conclusion, I smiled at Susan and said, "That was all in the past. It's different now. If I cannot get a satisfactory answer for him, I'll be left with no choice but to call the cops." 

I opened the door and walked out. Susan trailed after me while threatening me furiously, "You better think of the consequences of your action

Samuel nodded. After calling the police, he checked his watch and ordered his bodyguards, "The police are arriving in half an hour. Teach them a lesson." 

Immediately, they began beating Letitia and James' friends up. James was thrown into a corner and beaten till he was black and blue all over. 

Letitia's makeup was smeared, and her dress was in tatters. Jonas, who was screaming curses at us, was locked in the bathroom by the guards. 

Half an hour later, the police arrived. I passed them the surveillance footage. "Without considering my injuries, just the antiques they broke are worth three million." 

Letitia's friends paled. They complained, "Are you trying to scam us?" 

I showed them the records from the auction and said coldly, "If you don't trust this, I can send them to get professionally evaluated." 

The police checked the footage immediately. After studying the video, they 

I asked icily, "Are the wounds on my face and shattered antiques all props in this act of yours?" 

James frowned, dissatisfied with my answer. 

All his friends surrounded him and said, "James, she's so shameless. How could she show up at your door? You should slap her to avenge Letitia." 

James didn't move. However, Letitia turned to him. Her eyes were glittering in anticipation. 

"Just leave," he told me. 

I asked angrily, "Why am I the one who has to leave? Am I leaving as your mistress? Am I your mistress?" 

Someone spat on me and asked, "What else could you possibly be? He has a wife and a child." 

Softly, James said, "No." 

The crowd went wild. Everyone was standing up for Letitia. He explained, "You've all misunderstood her. We're just friends. I don't know Natalie that well." 

My anger spiked so much that it turned into hilarity. "You don't know me that well? If you didn't know me well, why are you getting married to your ex in my house?" 

Someone kicked me. "What are you going on about? This is clearly James and Letitia's house. You're hallucinating, aren't you? She should be paraded through the streets and made an example of." 

Everyone was reprimanding me. I pulled my phone out to call the cops. However, James took my phone from me and hung up. 

He grumbled, "Natalie, can you not throw a tantrum today? After today, you can do whatever you want." 

I was about to speak when a familiar voice added, "Natalie, listen to me. Making a huge deal out of this will not benefit you." 

I turned and stared at her in disbelief. It was James' mother, Susan Pollack. She'd always chatted happily with me every time we met, and treated me better than one would their own daughter. Time and time again, she warned James not to bully me. She'd be the first to object. 

Yet, here she was at their wedding. 

Susan pulled me into the bathroom, locked the door, and said, "Don't worry, Natalie. I will avenge you. James hadn't met you yet when he had this child, so this cannot be considered cheating. Just let him marry Letitia. He can divorce her afterward anyway. It's better to marry a man with a child from a divorce rather than a bastard child, right?" 

I laughed, on the verge of going insane from rage. "Is there some kind of rule dictating that I have to marry James? I don't have a say in who he marries or whether he has children. Only, this house is mine and I want him to leave. I'd also like to be compensated for everything I've lost." 

Susan froze. She studied me in disbelief. "Weren't you head over heels for James? You used to be willing to do anything for him. Once, James wanted to break up with you, and you stood outside our house for three hours. 

"He's just giving Letitia the benefit of the status of his wife. He doesn't mean anything by it. Why are you making such a big deal of it?"

Mentioning my past brought up a complicated swell of feelings. I used to be so dumb. I was so careful and pathetic in our relationship. 

I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I got pushed around by James. My life revolved around him. I was terrified that I'd make him unhappy.

After James figured me out, he began taking advantage of me. He insulted my worth and threatened to break up with me over minor disagreements. The more he did so, the more I doubted my every move and obsessed over whether he'd abandon me. 

That was probably why James had the audacity to marry Letitia right in front of me. He must've thought I was under his thumb. 

I'd never been in a relationship before. I thought that loving someone meant making them happy. Never had I considered that I should've prioritized my own happiness in the process. 

When I came to that conclusion, I smiled at Susan and said, "That was all in the past. It's different now. If I cannot get a satisfactory answer for him, I'll be left with no choice but to call the cops." 

I opened the door and walked out. Susan trailed after me while threatening me furiously, "You better think of the consequences of your actions, Natalie. 

"Many people thought you were James' mistress. Whether or not that's true, your name h

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