After She Breastfed Him, I Ditched Her

My uncle, Jackson Yates, was a born pervert.

While studying abroad, he was arrested for harassing female classmates and making lewd comments toward a female teacher. He was expelled and sent back home. After returning to the country, under the protection of my billionaire grandfather, he lived like an emperor, keeping hundreds of lovers in a villa. All of them vied for his attention.

One day, he set his sights on my gentle, well-mannered wife—the rumored piano prodigy, Janelle Sanders.

“My dear nephew, all because you grabbed your grandpa’s hand during your first birthday party game, the entire family chose you as the future heir. But as long as I don’t agree, you’ll never succeed.”

He constantly harassed her, both verbally and physically. Janelle never tolerated it. She reported him to the police several times, resulting in him getting detained. She even scolded him sternly, “Cyril and I grew up together. Uncle Jackson, please remember your place!”

Out of respect for his seniority, Janelle usually just reprimanded him coldly and walked away.

Two years later, Jackson seemed to change. He took the initiative to manage a subsidiary and handled everything with impressive efficiency. Grandfather was pleased and handed the entire branch over to him.

Just when I thought everything had returned to normal… At our son’s one-month celebration banquet, I saw Janelle in the kitchen. She was dressed provocatively as she desperately pressed herself against Jackson.

Jackson lifted his head from her chest and gave me a smug smile.

I froze in place, staring at them in disbelief.

Janelle Sanders, the woman who was always gentle and reserved in front of me and who claimed she had no interest in intimacy, now looked like a hostess in a club, desperately begging for Uncle Jackson’s attention.

Uncle Jackson heard the noise and lifted his head. He licked his lips with lingering satisfaction and put on a mocking smile.

My eyes burned red as I strode forward and grabbed Janelle by the wrist.

The insults were already at the tip of my tongue, but the sight of her pale face softened me for a split second. I turned and slapped Uncle Jackson hard across the face.

His head snapped to the side. Janelle let out a sharp cry before reaching up to gently touch the red mark on his cheek. She then shot me a furious glare.

“I was the one who seduced him. Take it out on me. Don’t lay a hand on him!”

She did not even bother to fix her clothes. Her body was still exposed as she lowered her head and kissed the mark on his face with concern.

Uncle Jackson did not dodge. He even leaned closer against her on purpose. When his hand was about to touch her again, something in my mind snapped. A ringing filled my ears, and I lost control, punching him again and again.

The commotion drew relatives and friends, who rushed over.

However, when they saw Janelle in revealing lingerie, sitting