I Married My Ex-husband's Beloved Woman's Father After Being Betrayed

My mother, Mary Willis, was bitten by a snake, and the snake's owner was none other than Jennifer Walker, my husband's beloved woman.

When I called my husband, Timothy Rossi, he was on vacation with Jennifer.

"Please come back, Timothy. My mother's condition is very serious."

But he merely sighed and soothed me as if I were throwing a tantrum. "I'm in Arngueuil Isles with Jennifer right now. She's been feeling down lately..."

So Timothy ignored my humble plea and resolutely hung up the phone.

At that moment, all my strength crumbled to dust.

In despair, I could only cling to the hem of the man in front of me-Samuel Walker, Jennifer's father, a notoriously ruthless and brutal Mafia boss.

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"Miss Willis, your mother has been bitten by a snake. Her condition is critical. Please come immediately." The doctor's tone was severe and cold, like a cold dagger piercing my heart.

I grabbed the car keys and dashed out. I gripped the steering wheel tightly and floored the accelerator. At the same time, I dialed Timothy's number.

"Eliza? Oh, sweetheart, I'm in Arngueuil Isles with Jennifer right now. She's been feeling down lately..."

"My mother was bitten by a snake and is at the hospital. Her condition is critical. Come immediately!" I gritted my teeth, and tears brimmed in my eyes.

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the line. Then Timothy's voice grew impatient. "Sweetheart, Jennifer needs me more. She almost drowned yesterday. I can't leave her alone. Just calm down. Let the doctor handle it, and I'll come over once I'm done here."

I screamed, "Timothy, that's my mom. She's dying."

"Eliza, don't cause a scene." Timothy's voice turned cold. "It's just an accident. Calm down, and don't make things difficult for me."

I bit my lip hard, and the taste of blood spread on my tongue.

Of course, to him, Jennifer was always the most important one. I took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent emotions. "I'm at the hospital now. Come as soon as you can."

"Wait, Eliza..."

I hung up the phone abruptly before he could finish.

The smell of antiseptic assaulted my senses as I entered the hospital, laced with the faint, elusive hint of death.

The attending doctor walked quickly towards me and said with a grave expression, "Miss Willis, the snake that bit your mother is Jennifer Walker's pet king cobra. It's extremely venomous. The poison has already reached the heart. We need a special antidote serum, but the hospital's supply ran out long ago. The last vial in the entire city is currently in the possession of Miss Jennifer Walker.

I sank into deep despair.

I trembled as I dialed Jennifer's number, once, twice, three times... There was always no answer.

In desperation, I could only call Timothy again.

"Timothy, it's Jennifer's pet snake that bit my mother. Only she has the antidote serum. Please ask her to bring it over," I practically begged.

"Eliza, how can you say that?" Timothy's voice instantly rose, full of reproach. "It was just an accident. Your mother was unlucky. Jennifer already feels guilty. How can you blame her? You must apologize to Jennifer."

The world seemed to explode in my ears, buzzing loudly.

My husband was asking me to apologize to the perpetrator when my mother's life was on the line. How absurd it was!

"Beep-beep-" The heart monitor blared urgently, and doctors and nurses immediately gathered around. They pressed, intubated, and nervous commands flew back and forth.

"Timothy, I apologize to Jennifer," I cried out. "Please ask her to give me the serum and save my mother."

A sound of glass shattering came from the other end of the line. Then I heard Jennifer's fragile voice with sobs. "I'm sorry... Timothy, I didn't mean to. I was just about to give the serum to Eliza, but I accidentally dropped it... What do we do now? This was the last dose..."

"Sweetheart, it's okay. It's not your fault." Timothy's voice turned tender. "The bottle was too slippery. It's not your fault. Don't cry, or I'll feel bad."

My mind went blank at that moment.

The serum was gone, and my mother couldn't be saved...

In despair, my legs gave way, and I collapsed to the floor. I desperately grabbed onto a guy's pant leg and incoherently pleaded, "Please... save my mom... Someone save her... I'll do anything..."

The guy slowly lowered his head. The light obscured his face, but his aura was overpowering and daunting.

A deep and authoritative voice rang out, tinged with amusement. "Have you thought it through? Dealing with the devil comes with a price."

That voice was like a siren's call, yet it became my only lifeline in this desperation.

I nodded frantically. "As long as you can save my mother, I'll do anything."

The guy chuckled, and his laugh was devilishly tempting. It echoed through the empty corridor, "You're a brave woman."

He bent down and extended his hand towards me. The fingers carried a faint scent of cigars. "Remember my name. I'm Samuel Walker."

Samuel straightened up and looked at the bodyguard behind him. "Do it. Ensure Mrs. Willis is out of danger within ten minutes."

"Yes, sir." The bodyguard immediately picked up the phone to make a call.

Ten minutes later, the antidote serum was delivered to the hospital and injected into my mother. The doctor told me that she was saved.

I felt relieved. My mother was going to be fine...

Samuel walked up to me, and his shadow enveloped me entirely. His emotionless, deep voice was chilling. "Elisa Willis, chief engineer of the Rossi Group. I appreciate your talent. From now on, you are mine."

I implored him. "Mr. Walker, I will fulfill my promise. Please give me a little time. I have some things to deal with."

He stared at me for a few seconds, and his penetrating gaze hinted at danger. "I'll give you one week. Don't even consider fleeing."

I said, "I won't."

At that moment, I had only one thought in my mind-cut ties with Timothy.

Samuel and his bodyguard left.

My phone pinged with a notification from Instagram-Jennifer had posted an update.

In the photo, she was wearing a pink bikini and leaning against Timothy. The caption read, "Thank you for your company. I'm feeling much better."

A piercing pain shot through my heart.

I didn't know how I made my way back home.

Timothy and I had lived in that apartment for five years, and it was filled with traces of our past happiness.

The wedding photo on the living room wall showed us smiling with pure joy. But it was like a cruel joke played by fate at that moment.

I took the wedding photo down and hurled it to the floor. Glass shards flew in all directions.

I stepped on the shards and shredded the photo into bits before flushing them down the toilet.

Then, I looked at the ring around my finger.

The memory of our wedding day flashed before me. Timothy, backlit, got down on one knee and put the ring around my finger. He said, "Elisa, you're my angel. With you, I have the whole world."

What a joke!

I glanced at the new Instagram post. It was Timothy's update this time. The photo showed him and Jennifer kissing on a beach with the ocean behind them. The caption read, "With you, I am in paradise anywhere."

My bitter laughter echoed in the bathroom.

Timothy had thrown away his entire world.

He had lied to me.

I yanked off the ring. Its edges cut my finger, and blood dripped onto the bathroom tile. But I felt no pain.

I hurled the ring into the toilet and then watched it swirl away with the water alongside the wedding photo bits.

We had dated for seven years and been married for five years. But our relationship was erased in mere moments.

In that moment, all my regret, sadness, and anger vanished. I only felt relieved and free.

Timothy's betrayal made him too tainted. I didn't want him anymore.

I took out my phone and messaged my lawyer. "Mr. Kim Norris, kindly expedite a divorce agreement for me. I want to divorce Timothy Rossi."

After sending the message, I opened the closet and began packing my clothes into a suitcase.

While I was busy, my phone suddenly rang. It was Timothy calling.

I pressed decline.

A few seconds later, a message from Timothy popped up. His words seethed with barely suppressed anger. "Elisa, what the hell are you doing? Kim just called me and told me that you want a divorce. Are you crazy?"

I glanced at Timothy's message and let out a cold laugh. My fingers tapped rapidly on the screen. "My mother narrowly escaped a deadly snake bite while you were enjoying a happy vacation in Arngueuil Isles with Jennifer. She shattered the only antidote serum, and you still defended her. Now you ask me why I want a divorce? You'd better ask yourself what you have done to me and to my mother.

After I sent the message, Timothy's call quickly came through again.

I directly blocked his number this time.

I then blocked Jennifer and every member of the Rossi family.

I dragged my suitcase and disappeared after removing all traces.

For the next few days, I mostly stayed at the hospital.

Though I disliked that place, I felt at ease staying with my mother.

The only visitors were the kind neighbors, my mother's friends from church, and me.

Timothy didn't show up.

I arranged for my mother to be transferred to another hospital and told her that I was getting a divorce.

My mother held my hand and gazed at me gently. "You seem calm."

Of course, I was calm. While Timothy was kissing Jennifer at sea, my mother was screaming in pain. My love for him died back then.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

It was from an unfamiliar number. I hesitated before answering.

"Elisa, thank God. You finally answer my call." Timothy's voice came through with a hint of forced urgency. "Where are you? Why did you block me? I've called you so many times but couldn't get through."

I leaned against the wall and said coldly, "I'm at the hospital and taking care of my mother."

Timothy's voice suddenly rose. "Your mother's hospitalized? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you when she needed the serum to save her life."

He was silent for a few seconds and then said in a softened tone, "You hung up, and I thought you were just upset..."

"Enough! Stop acting, Timothy." I felt nauseated and continued, "You're still in Arngueuil Isles, aren't you?"

He didn't respond, and I just heard the faint sound of waves.

"Answer me!" My voice became serious.

After a long while, Timothy stammered, "I... I haven't finished my itinerary. It is a good place to relax here..."

Before he could finish, Jennifer's coquettish laughter suddenly came through the phone. I heard her clearly as she said, "Timothy, stop talking to her so much. Aren't we going snorkeling?"

"Timothy, is she there with you?"

"Eliza, don't be so sarcastic." Timothy instantly became impatient. "Jennifer already feels guilty. She didn't want to get your mother hurt. Can't you be more understanding?"

I sneered, "Was she feeling guilty while kissing you on the yacht or while posing in a bikini for Instagram?"

Timothy was momentarily lost for words. Then he changed his tone and said, "Jennifer said she'd cover all of your mother's medical expenses. So you'd better not ask for too much."

I looked at my mother sleeping soundly on the hospital bed and suddenly asked, "Timothy, did you ever love me?"

Timothy paused before saying in a hesitant voice, "Of course. You're my wife. How can I not love you?"

"But you were vacationing, taking photos, and flaunting your happiness on social media while my mom was in critical condition." I laughed with self-mockery and said, "Timothy, let's have a divorce. Don't call me again."

Without waiting for his response, I hung up and blocked this number as well.

A few days ago, I hired a detective to investigate what happened when my mother was bitten by the snake.

Within a few days, the detective sent me a file containing copies of several purchase orders.

I flipped through them and found the dates from three months ago, a month ago, and two weeks ago. They were all about "Special King Cobra Antivenom Serum," with the delivery address at Jennifer's home.

I was stunned. Did Jennifer buy three batches of king cobra serum in just three months?

Why did she need so much of it?

But she only had one vial left?

Was she deceiving me, or were there multiple incidents involving the same pet snake?

I continued to look through the documents, and suddenly my eyes fixed on the "Recipient" column. It was Timothy Rossi.

A chill ran up my spine.

So Timothy knew all along. He knew Jennifer's pet snake wasn't properly trained and was dangerously aggressive.