Chapter 2

After we entered the house, he skillfully leaned down to kiss me, his hands wandering over my body. The scent of Monica's perfume on him made me feel sick to my stomach, and I pushed him away.

I said, "Let's not. I just finished the housework, and I'm all sweaty. I haven't showered yet."

A flash of disgust crossed his eyes, though he quickly masked it and replied with feigned patience, "It must've been tiring for you, honey. You should let the housekeeper handle the chores from now on."

"You're my wife, after all. I should be spoiling you, not having you do all that manual labor," he added.

Then, Reynold released me and headed to his study, claiming he had unfinished work. He didn't return to our bedroom until late that night.

I lay with my back to him, pretending to be asleep. After he fell into a deep sleep, I saw his phone screen lighting up with a new message.

I reached over and picked it up. I picked it up and saw a message on his Instagram, a pinned contact with no name, just a profile picture of a kitten.

When I clicked on the profile, several selfies of Monica immediately filled my screen. Their chat was sickeningly sweet.

Monica: "Reynold, did you enjoy it in the office today?"

Reynold: "My little temptress, you're driving me crazy."

Monica: "Reynold, how about we do it in the car tonight? We haven't tried that yet!"

Reynold: "Sure! Anything you want!"

Monica: "Reynold, I really want that newly released designer handbag ."

Reynold: "It's yours. I'll give you anything you want as long as you keep me happy."

I scrolled up to find countless money transfers, roughly estimating at least three million dollars, not to mention all the jewelry Monica had shown off on her social media. On her birthday, Reynold had even bought her an oceanfront mansion worth over ten million dollars.

In their photos together, Reynold gazed at her with deep affection and tenderness. Meanwhile, I did not even ask for anything extravagant for my birthday.

All I wanted was for him to take me to an amusement park—something simple, something fun, something just for us. Yet, he immediately refused, saying we were too old for that kind of thing.

The pain in my chest became unbearable, and it was almost suffocating. Then, I exited their chat. While I had been thoughtfully considering his every need, he had been lavishing money on another woman, practically offering her his heart on a silver platter.

I could not sleep all night, so I finally contacted a friend and asked them to help me find a reliable divorce lawyer. Reynold woke up at some point and, seeing me on the phone, asked curiously, "Honey, are you going out today?"

I smiled at him and said, "It's nothing important. Just an old classmate who's back from Moraino. We're meeting for lunch."

He hugged me from behind, his voice dripping with sweetness. "Is that so? Please be careful, and call me if anything happens. Do you want me to have the driver take you?"

I shook my head. "No need. I'll be back soon."

He kissed my forehead and said, "Well, I'm off to work. Let's have dinner together tonight."

After seeing him out, I compiled all the details of our shared assets from over the years, along with records of his financial transactions with Monica, and sent everything to the lawyer.

Later, the lawyer responded that they would prepare a complete divorce agreement within three days. I finally felt a sense of relief.

Despite his promise of dinner together, Reynold did not come home that night. He sent a message claiming he needed to work late at the office and told me not to wait up.

Meanwhile, the company's Twitter account posted a video celebrating their anniversary event. The video showed Reynold and Monica popping champagne together. When the bubbly sprayed on Monica's face, he gently wiped it away with such tender care—exactly like a lovestruck couple.

When I arrived at the hotel, the celebration was in full swing. Just then, Reynold announced he was giving Monica half the company shares and presented her with 5.21 million dollars in cash right there on stage, symbolizing his love for her.

I recorded the entire scene and sent the video to my lawyer as evidence. All of this was marital property, and every penny he had taken would have to be returned to me.