Face My Wrath

I give birth to my child after accepting a sperm donation. Later, my CEO husband passes away due to an illness. After I take over the company, I take five years to strike a balance between work and caring for my daughter.

On her birthday, a shrew makes me out to be a mistress. "Look at how scantily clad you are—you're doing it to seduce my husband, aren't you?"

I explain that I'm single, but she slaps me and snarls, "How dare you claim to be single! Your daughter looks just like my husband! I'll show you today what the consequences of wrecking someone's family are!"

She drags me away like I'm a dog before the kindergarten's entrance as my daughter watches. The shrew isn't satisfied with that. She laughs cruelly and says, "I'll show your daughter what a shameless woman you are."

Then, she throws herself into a man's arms. "How are you going to reward me for getting rid of a woman who thinks she can have you after having your child, honey?"

I look up to see the doctor who helped me with my test tube baby back in the day. He's now my subordinate.

I was both a lucky and unlucky woman. After graduation, I was hired by the Harlan Group, eventually fell in love with its CEO Victor Harlan, and married him.

Unfortunately, Victor was infertile. Right as I got pregnant from IVF, he passed away, leaving the massive conglomerate in my hands.

But I made it out alive. Now, as the powerful CEO of Harlan Group, I could finally enjoy my life.

I wanted to spend some time with my daughter, Emma, on her birthday. So, I asked the bodyguards and driver not to come with me.

Holding Emma's favorite mini cake, I waited at the entrance of the preschool.

Without warning, a Land Rover dashed onto the pedestrian walkway and stopped right in front of the preschool entrance, forcing many parents and their children to stumble out of the way in fear.

A woman in sunglasses and extravagant clothes stepped out of the Land Rover. She scanned her surroundings, her gaze finally resting on me.

"Are you Jeanine Colby?" she questioned.

I certainly had never met that woman. Still, I politely nodded at her. "Who are you—"

Halfway through my speech, she slapped me on the face, causing my face to turn to the side. My cheeks swelled immediately.

Before I could react, the vicious woman grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at her.

She hissed, "Are you that woman who seduced my husband?"

Slapping me again, she taunted me. "Sure. You're quite pretty. But you made the wrong move to seduce the husband of Tara Jameson!"

Tara Jameson? I searched my mind for the name, but it did not ring a bell.

Wiping away the blood from the corner of my lips, I argued with much difficulty, "Is this a misunderstanding? I'm married."

Tara kicked me in the chest. I