The Midnight Show That Ended with My Husband’s Affair Chapter 11

The Midnight Show That Ended with My Husband’s Affair Chapter 11 His Lunatic Obsession

The entire hall erupted in chaos. Shocked journalists raised their cameras, and the rapid click-click-click of shutters filled the air.

“Lena… I finally found you… I’ve been looking for you for two whole years…”

Spencer knelt at my feet, his pale face tilted up toward me.

He sobbed uncontrollably, his dignity in shreds. His hands trembled violently as he pulled a crumpled thick stack of documents from the inside pocket of his ragged coat.

“Lena, look, look at this…”

Like a child who had done something wrong, he raised the notarized documents above his head with both hands, humbling himself to the dust.

“This is the notarization of every asset I own! All my properties in Fairhaven, all my savings, the copyrights to every legal book I’ve written, every dollar I ever earned at my law firm-I’ve had it all unconditionally transferred! Every single one is now in your name!”

His voice was hoarse, trembling with tears, echoing through the hall.

“I don’t want any of it… I even resigned my professorship! I just want you!”

He looked at me, desperately showing off his achievements from the past two years, trying to evoke even a flicker of sympathy.

“Lena, I found out the truth! I saw the surveillance footage from the emergency room… I know you signed the surgery consent form alone, I know how much pain you were in… I also recovered Summer’s chat logs! I know she never had depression, I know everything was deliberately designed by her to destroy you!”

At the mention of Summer, a flash of viciousness crossed Spencer’s eyes, but it quickly transformed into a pathetic look of seeking credit.

“I didn’t let her get away with it! Lena, I used the law-the thing I’m best at-to send Summer to hell!”

“She’ll spend the rest of her life in there, forced to take medication and undergo electroshock therapy She’ll never get out! She’s worse than dead!”

Spencer reached out desperately, trying to touch the hem of my pants.

“Lena, I avenged you… I avenged our baby! I got rid of the garbage that caused all the pain!”

He looked up, crying his heart out, his eyes full of groveling plea.

“Please… can you forgive me? I’ll give you my life. Come home with me… please come home with me…”

Faced with Spencer’s public kneeling-throwing away all his dignity-

Faced with this fortune’s worth of asset transfer-

Faced with his “glorious achievement of personally sending Summer to a mental institution-

The entire hall fell deathly silent. Everyone held their breath, staring in shock at this absurd spectacle.

But not me.

I stood still, letting Spencer kneel at my feet and wail.

Not a single eyelash of mine fluttered.

Those eyes, once full of him, now held no shock, no emotion, no hysteria, not even a trace of vengeful satisfaction.

I looked down at him from above.

“Darling, should I have security throw him out?”

Preston frowned slightly, his eyes cold as he glanced at Spencer on the floor, and asked me in a low voice.

“No, Preston. Dealing with a legal illiterate isn’t worth dirtying your hands.”

I turned to Preston and gave him a very gentle smile.

Hearing my words, Spencer’s hands holding the documents froze. I slowly turned my head back.

I looked at Spencer kneeling on the ground and leaned down slightly.

“Mr. Whitmore.”

“I think you may have forgotten the most basic legal principles due to prolonged mental instability.”

I looked at him with perfect composure.

“According to contract law and legal procedure, you signed the divorce papers two years ago. Due to your long-term disappearance, our marriage was legally terminated a long time ago.”

“You have no legal standing with me. Every word you say to me now constitutes harassment.”

Spencer knelt there, dazed. His pupils dilated to their maximum. His blood ran cold in an instant.

“No… that’s not it. Lena… I didn’t want the divorce… I signed because…”

He shook his head in despair, gasping for breath, trying to explain.

“As for your so-called revenge-”

I didn’t let him explain. I cut him off coldly.

“Mr. Whitmore, punishing a fraudster through legal means is your civic duty. But-

My gaze turned icy.

“You clean up the garbage you helped create and then come running to me looking for credit?”

“Do you think that sending her to a mental hospital will make the blood I lost flow back into my body?”

“Lena! I was wrong! I know I was wrong!”

Spencer let out a heart-wrenching wail and reached out to grab my leg.

I stepped back half a step, avoiding his touch with undisguised disgust.

I straightened up. I couldn’t bear to look at him a second longer.

I turned to the head of security, who had been standing by, and gave the final order.

“Security.”

My voice was cold, without a trace of hesitation. “Please escort this gentleman out. He is disrupting public order.”

“The smell of blood on him, and his nauseating sentimentality, are seriously polluting my event.”

The security guards rushed forward. They grabbed Spencer’s arms and collar without mercy and dragged him toward the exit.

“No! Lena! Look at me one more time! Lena, please!”

He let out the most desperate howl of his life, as if his spine had been ripped out.

And I-I turned around gracefully, taking Preston’s arm.

Surrounded by a crush of media and flashing cameras, I walked calmly toward the podium.

From beginning to end-

My back was straight as a pine. My steps were steady.

On that red-carpeted path, I did not look back. Not once.

Not even half a second of hesitation.