Revenge on My A-List Wife Chapter 2

When I returned to the studio after my arm healed, rumors of Olivia and Carter Hayes, the second son of the powerful Hayes family, were already rampant—Carter was the man in the photos. My boss, looking apologetic, said, “You’re fired.”

“Why?” This was the guy I’d worked with since graduation.

“A lot of people’s privacy in the studio has been exposed. Fans are threatening revenge. I have to look out for everyone else…” He sighed. “You should know who you can and cannot provoke in this business.” I looked at the studio logo I’d personally designed—back when Olivia wanted to break into entertainment, I became an entertainment journalist, writing her press releases, taking stunning photos, and digging up dirt on her rivals. Now, all because of her and Carter, I was out.

A flashy sports car pulled up outside. Carter stepped out, wearing sunglasses, followed by Olivia. She saw me, her eyes darting away as she hid behind Carter. Carter scoffed, tossing a wad of cash at me. “This should be enough for your medical bills. Stay away from Olivia, or next time, it won’t just be an arm.” I didn’t take the money. Instead, I picked up an old candid photo of Olivia from the ground—back then, she was just a small-time actress, and I’d spent three days staking out the set to get that shot. On the back of the photo, etched in pencil, were the words, “When I make it big, I’ll marry you,” the handwriting already faded by time.

I tore the photo to shreds, scattering the pieces into the air. “Carter, Olivia, have fun.” As I turned to leave, I heard Olivia call my name behind me, her voice tinged with panic. But I didn’t look back. Ten years of a relationship, shattered the moment she had her bodyguards break my arm, just like my camera.

As for those photos? I’d already sent them to every gossip blog out there—top-tier actress cheating on her husband with a sugar daddy. That’s enough drama to keep Hollywood busy for a while. As for me, it was time to find my own life.

The man who came down was Carter. “Well, well, healed up now, have we?” His tone dripped with malice. “You think taking photos can threaten anyone? I found out you’re her husband! What good does that do?” “Of all the people to cross, you just had to cross me for a woman. Do you even know who I am?” He patted my shoulder, squeezing hard. My still-healing arm throbbed faintly. Looking at the man, who was half a head shorter than me, I scoffed aloud. “Then do you know who I am?” I retorted. He looked surprised for a moment, then his eyes filled with contempt.

I scoffed. So he thought his identity was so impressive that others would just hand over their belongings. What antiquated notion was this? I grabbed his collar and punched him in the face. Blows rained down on him like a storm. “Who am I? I’m the one hitting you.”

At first, Carter was still defiant. “My bodyguards will be here any minute, and you’ll be finished.” “You don’t want to work in this industry anymore, do you?” “Do you want to know how your wife hooked up with me?” All he got in return were relentless punches. The moment he appeared, I judged that he hadn’t brought anyone with him. If I didn’t teach him a good lesson, my name wasn’t Chen.

In the end, Carter could only cover his head, trying his best to protect his face from being too badly disfigured. I’d carried cameras for so many years; my arms had plenty of strength. I couldn’t beat professional bodyguards, but this guy, hollowed out by his decadent life? I could definitely take him.

“Enough, enough,” Carter weakly cried. He hadn’t felt it was “enough” when he had people harass me. “Now, call off your targeting of my studio staff.” He gritted his teeth and nodded. Before handing him his phone, I warned him. “Put it on speaker. You better be honest, or I promise I can give you a truly unforgettable lesson before your bodyguards arrive.” Once confirmed that it was resolved, I kicked Carter aside. “Get lost!” He wiped his face, then stumbled into his car. He slowly rolled down the window. “Chen, you just wait for my family’s revenge!”

“Ha!” I picked up my sunglasses and threw them directly at his face. Blood flowed from his nose. “I’ll be waiting for you, you trash.” He drove away, furious.

Soon after, Olivia publicly thanked her fan groups at a movie premiere event.