My Husband's Mistress Kidnapped Our Daughter, And I Snapped!

My Husband’s Mistress Kidnapped Our Daughter, And I Snapped!

Five years into my marriage, when our daughter was three, I discovered that Damon, my husband, had been seeing his mistress, Chelsea, for the past five years.

What was even more insane was that Chelsea, fueled by jealousy over my daughter’s closeness to Damon, had kidnapped Willow and taken her deep into the mountains.

“Damon, I can tolerate you having a wife, but I can’t stand you having a spoiled little brat who acts like your manipulative little pet!”

“I’ve taken that conniving little pest, Willow. I’m going to make sure she becomes my little slave!”

Watching the video, seeing my daughter’s legs broken by Chelsea, her body covered in festering wounds from being pinched, I completely lost it.

But Damon’s face remained disturbingly calm. He even mocked me for overreacting.

“Chelsea just gets a little jealous, honey. That video was just for show. She’d never lay a hand on our daughter.”

My entire body trembled with rage. I gritted my teeth and spat each word at him.

“If anything happens to Willow, I swear I’ll make you and your mistress pay with your lives!”

Hearing my threat, Damon angrily tossed his phone onto the bed, then slapped me across the face.

“Iris Reynolds, what are you talking about?! Chelsea is so innocent and kind; she’d never break our daughter’s legs. She can’t even bring herself to kill a fly!”

He’d used so much force that his glasses slid crooked on his face from the impact.

His face was ashen. He pushed his glasses back into place, glaring at me with a cold, piercing gaze.

It was as if I was the one who had an affair and whose mistress had kidnapped our daughter into the deep mountains, not him.

I stared in disbelief at Damon, who, after thirty years of being mild-mannered, was now raging at me for the first time.

“Willow is on her knees, dragging her bleeding legs to serve Chelsea tea, her body covered in festering, oozing wounds that are unbearable to look at – and you say it’s fake?”

“Tell me, what app has special effects like that? Or is there a master makeup artist hiding in those mountains? Tell me!”

I clutched my swollen, stinging face, screaming hysterically at Damon.

When we first got married, I struggled with a condition that made it hard for me to carry a baby, and Damon had a low sperm count. We went through hell and back to have Willow.

The day she was born, Damon and I were so overwhelmed with joy we almost fainted.

Willow was truly beautiful and adorable, with a sweet, bubbly personality.

For three years, we treated her like the most delicate treasure, showering her with love and spoiling her like a little princess.

But then Damon posted a picture on his SnapChat of Willow hugging his neck and kissing his cheek, forgetting to block Chelsea.

Chelsea immediately went ballistic with jealousy, posting on her own SnapChat that Willow was Damon’s karmic burden from a past life, a conniving little pest trying to seduce him in this one.

But Willow was only three! It was perfectly normal for her to kiss her dad and hug his neck.

Furious, I replied to Chelsea’s post, demanding a public apology for me and Willow.

Instead, she waited until Willow was at daycare, pretended to be her aunt, lured her away, and kidnapped her into the mountains.

Even when Chelsea’s video call came in from the mountains, I couldn’t believe she was so sick and twisted.

What I couldn’t believe even more was that Damon had told me he’d broken things off with Chelsea ages ago, yet he’d been secretly seeing her all this time.

With such a terrifying crisis, he wasn’t rushing to the mountain to find our daughter. He even stopped me from calling 911, insisting that Chelsea would eventually get tired and bring Willow back unharmed.

Seeing my hysteria, Damon’s face finally showed a flicker of exasperation. He glared at me impatiently.

“Fine, you crazy woman! I’ll go get Willow from the mountain right now, okay?!”

“But if Willow isn’t like you say, you will get on your knees and apologize to Chelsea!”

It was called a deep mountain, but it was only about a hundred miles from our city.

Still, it was incredibly remote. There were no high-speed trains or even regular trains, and the only way in was by car, navigating winding mountain roads.

The desolate mountain village was called Leech Slope. There had even been news reports about hikers getting lost there, found drained of blood.

They said only a few households remained, with just a handful of elderly, infirm residents still clinging to the village.

I couldn’t imagine how Chelsea knew about such a place, or how she dared to take my daughter there.

At first, there was a winding mountain road, but further in, it turned into dirt paths carved out by villagers long ago.

It was nearly dark when Damon and I finally arrived at Leech Slope.

I immediately spotted the ramshackle hut Chelsea had been in during the video call. I leaped out of the car, rushing towards it.

Inside, a heavy smell of damp mold mixed with cigarette smoke hit me, making it hard to breathe.

Chelsea was sprawled on a tattered bed covered with a thin quilt, leisurely puffing on a cigarette.

Incensed, I grabbed her by the collar, screaming at her.

“Where is Willow? Where have you hidden her?!”

To my surprise, Chelsea wasn’t shocked to see me. Instead, she yanked my hand away and met my gaze with a defiant smirk.

“Hmm… let me think. Oh! I remember! I think I sent her up the mountain to pick tea leaves!”

“That little conniving brat is so cheap, isn’t she? Still not back this late. Maybe she’s off flirting with some random guys in the mountains!”

Chelsea’s smirk, devoid of any genuine warmth, her eyes mocking, made me feel like I’d been struck by lightning.

I finally snapped, seizing her hair, ready to slap her across her smug face.

But just as my hand went up, a large hand grabbed my wrist, almost making me stumble.

“Iris! We’re here to get our daughter, not for you to start a fight!”

Then, with a look of doting concern, Damon pulled Chelsea into his arms, murmuring softly.

“It’s okay, honey. Don’t be scared, I’m here. No one will hurt you…”

“Waaah, Damon, you heartless man! You finally came for me. If I hadn’t sent you that video, would you never have come to find me…?”

These two despicable people, uncaring about my daughter, were flaunting their affection right in front of me. I felt like my head would explode.

I shoved Chelsea out of Damon’s arms, screaming hysterically at him.

“I came to find Willow, not to watch you two making out like cheap sluts!”

Damon, in turn, slapped me again and roared back.

“Why are you screaming like a banshee? Can’t you see you’re scaring Chelsea?!”

“She just told you Willow went to pick tea leaves. It’s dark now, but she’s not stupid, she’ll come back, right?!”

It was then that I noticed a small pile of dry grass on the floor. It was stained with dark, dried blood.

A sudden intuition sent a jolt of ice through my heart. I pointed at Chelsea, demanding.

“Is this blood Willow’s? It’s freezing in the mountains, and you made her sleep curled up on this pile of grass?!”

“Yeah, didn’t you see this tiny shack only has one bed? It’s too small, I couldn’t let her squeeze in with me, could I?”

Before Chelsea could finish her sentence, I finally slapped her.

“The video… Willow’s broken legs, her body covered in pinched, festering wounds—it was all real, wasn’t it?”

My entire body trembled violently, my heart aching as if it would shatter.

Chelsea rolled her eyes, scoffing.

“Of course it was real! You think I gave her a makeover? I don’t have that kind of talent!”

“Whose fault is it that she’s so young and already seducing men? I bet you taught her—a rotten tree bears rotten fruit!”

I truly couldn’t believe such words could come from an adult.

I’d heard about Damon and Chelsea’s affair years ago. I knew Chelsea was petty, jealous, and a drama queen, but I never imagined she was such a psychopath!

My head reeled. I only wished I had a knife; otherwise, I would have plunged it straight into her heart.

“You sick twisted freak! I—I’ll kill you!”

I completely lost it, grabbing a half-burnt wooden stick from the ground and swinging it at Chelsea’s head.

But Damon’s furious yell stopped me. Chelsea, seizing the moment, snatched the stick and slammed it onto my forehead.

“You’re the psycho! I was just ‘disciplining’ that little brat for you, and you want to kill me for it?!”

Chelsea glared at me, her face showing no remorse, then feigned hurt and burrowed into Damon’s arms.

“Waaah… Damon, it’s all your fault! If your mother hadn’t stopped you from marrying me back then, the daughter I was carrying would be as old as that little brat now. My heart aches so much…”

“I’m sorry, Chelsea. I couldn’t help it back then. Don’t worry, if you want kids, my daughter is your daughter—”

I clutched my throbbing forehead. Warm, sticky blood was streaming down my face, yet these two despicable people were rekindling their old flames right in front of me.

My heart ached with spasms, almost suffocating me.

“Willow… where is my daughter? I need to find her!”

“Damon, when Willow is back, she’s mine. We’re getting a divorce! Whatever you and your twisted mistress do after that has nothing to do with me!”

Suddenly, an unknown animal roared outside, making Damon flinch. That’s when he finally remembered our daughter.

“Right, Chelsea, which part of the mountain did Willow go to pick tea? It’s so late, we need to find her.”

“Sniffle, sniffle… I just told her to pick tea. This mountain is so big, how would I know which peak she went to…?”

Chelsea’s words ignited another surge of furious anger in me, but I knew killing her now would be useless. The most urgent thing was to find Willow.

I didn’t have time to waste on these two. I grabbed a random stick from the ground and rushed out.

The mountain was pitch black. Forget streetlights, there wasn’t even a single glow. And the animal roars from the mountain were growing louder.

I suddenly remembered something and immediately pulled out my phone to dial 911 and 902, only to find no service.

Apparently, there were no cell towers built in these deep mountains. Just as despair washed over me, I suddenly heard a child’s terrified scream from the mountainside not far away.

“Ah—Mommy! Mommy, help me!”

In the silent dead of night, Willow’s scream was piercingly clear. I no longer cared about anything else and charged straight up the mountain.

Damon’s voice, however, called out from behind me.

“Iris Reynolds, if you want to go, go by yourself. I’m not risking my life. Besides, Chelsea is timid; I need to stay and keep her company!”

I froze, stunned. I couldn’t believe these words were coming from the man I once deeply loved, my daughter’s own father.

I gritted my teeth, glaring at Damon, who was tightly embracing Chelsea, and spoke each word distinctly.

“I told you, if anything happens to Willow, I will make you both pay with your lives!”

With that, I plunged into the mountain alone, without a second thought!