Uh, Whose Preschool Is It?

My daughter, Vivian Montiago, is born with a heart condition. To protect her, I decide to spend 200 million dollars on building a prestigious preschool for her in the company's park.

I don't want her to be lonely, so I also decide to allow the other employees' children to attend the preschool for free to keep Vivian company.

However, on the first day of preschool, Vivian's smartwatch alert keeps going off.

When I rush over to the preschool, I find out that Vivian is all tied up and left to die under the hot afternoon sun. Her skin is red and blistering, and her lips are purple as she teeters on the edge of death.

"Are you all blind? Call the ambulance!" I yell in anger, grabbing Vivian and rushing out of the place.

However, Hailey Lester, my husband's secretary, gets in my way.

"You seduced my husband and birthed an illegitimate child. How dare you try to get away without being punished?" she screams, slapping me hard in the face.

"I'm telling you that this preschool is a gift to me and my son from Rhett! And you're not allowed to step out of this place without my explicit permission!"

"Her life is in danger! We'll talk about that later!" I exclaim, not wanting to argue with her. However, she kicks me to the ground and says, "So what if his bastard daughter dies? He can have a daughter with me if he really wants one!"

The company employees don't seem to care about Vivian's health condition at all. They point at me and say, "Ms. Lester is Mr. Montiago's beloved wife, and she also owns this place! You're nothing but a homewrecker trying to take advantage of the free preschool program. Get down and apologize at once!"

Fine. Since everyone is as blind as my husband, Rhett Montiago, in realizing who the real deal is, I decide that I am not sparing a single one of them.

If my daughter, Vivian Montiago, weren't in huge danger, I would have made my husband, Rhett Montiago, get his ass over here and explain the situation to the rest of the blind employees while on his knees.

I wanted him to explain why someone as uncivilized as his secretary, Hailey Lester, actually dared to wear the luxury clothing and jewelry she stole from me while parading herself as the real Mrs. Montiago at the preschool that I built.

The Montiagos were only able to make their fortune entirely because of me. Since Rhett didn't know how to be a good house-husband, instead choosing to fool around with his secretary and have a son behind my back, I wouldn't hesitate to destroy the Montiagos.

The only problem was that Vivian's life was in great danger now, and I didn't have the royal time to deal with the revolting couple. I had to get Vivian to the hospital as quickly as possible.

I quickly and painstakingly wrapped Vivian up in my coat so