My Wife's Secret Love

I hung up the phone and slammed the speedboat's throttle all the way down. When the boat hit the beach, the dock was as chaotic as a flea market.

In the crowd, my sister, Emily Lambert, was curled up on the ground, her clothes disheveled and her appearance completely wrecked. She clutched her chest, gasping for air, her pale, sickly face streaked with tears.

The island's steward, Marcus Jenner, lifted his foot and kicked her without hesitation. "Little brat, didn't you hear me tell you to get lost? Don't you know whose place this is!"

"This is Ms. Cassie Wynter's special gift for Mr. Brandon Wilson's livestream debut. If you dirty the carpet, you couldn't pay for it even if we sold you!"

My expression turned ice-cold, and a gunshot rang through the air.

Marcus spun around in terror, but before he could react, I rushed forward and sent him flying with a single kick.

Emily looked up and saw me, utterly devastated. "Arthur."

Her face was turning purple, and she could barely get the words out. It was the telltale signs of an asthma attack.

Emily grabbed my hand, trembling nonstop. "Arthur, m-my inhaler, they took my inhaler."

I followed her gaze. Emily's life-saving inhaler was being crushed underfoot by someone else.

It was Brandon, a bleach-blonde influencer. He was speaking into his phone camera with exaggerated flair.

"Hey guys, I was going to show you my private island today, but this random girl showed up trying to pull a con. Poor people these days will do anything for clout, even trespassing on private property like this."

The livestream chat was going wild with comments calling Emily a sickly pest and scam artist.

Rage boiled up inside me as I stormed over to him and barked, "Move your foot."

Brandon flinched at my expression and instinctively took half a step back. However, he quickly recovered, let out a mocking laugh, and kicked the inhaler straight into the ocean.