Chapter 1

Jeanette Leighton was at the Godfrey Tower in the city of Fordspring. Before entering the elevator, Jeanette tried to call her husband, who would only go home once a month. However, her call was rejected, as usual. She bit her lip and headed toward the CEO’s office on the top floor with a straight face.

“Miss Leighton, I’m sorry, you can’t go in.” The secretary stopped her with a polite tone but in an aloof manner.

Jeanette glanced at her coldly. “Get out of my way!”

The beautiful female secretary glanced at Jeanette indifferently before she snorted and said, “Miss Leighton, our CEO ordered to kick you out if we ever see you. If you don’t leave now, I’m going to call the security guard.”

Her husband clearly did not want to see her at all!

Jeanette felt a sharp pain in her heart, but her expression became calmer as she replied, “This is my husband’s company, and you want to kick me out? Who do you think you are? Get out of my way!”

She pushed the secretary away and kicked the office door open with a bang.

Suddenly, she could vaguely hear the voice of a woman.

Her husband, who she had been married to for two years, was now half-lying in his office chair. A charming woman straddled his lap intimately, and her clothes were in disarray...

Jeanette could feel her eyes well up, and she clenched her hands tightly.

Damon frowned irritably as his fun was interrupted. He glared at the woman by the door harshly with his deep, dark eyes as she was a hindrance.

“Get out.” He uttered those two words coldly, and he had no mercy for Jeanette at all.

Jeanette took a deep breath, her expression as calm as a millpond. She slowly approached Damon under his sharp gaze.

“Mom and Dad asked us to go back for dinner together this weekend.” That was why she had to come to see him. He would never answer her phone calls, nor would he ever go back to their house voluntarily. He would only go back when he was drunk.

Their two-year-long marriage had always been so cold and estranged. There were no feelings in the least.

“Okay. Now get out.” After Damon said that, he stopped looking at her and began to caress the woman's soft body in his arms. The woman reciprocated as she moaned softly and hugged him back.

Jeanette was hurt as she witnessed the affair. She clenched her fists firmly as she wanted to pull the woman away, grab the cup of tea on the table and pour it on them, and ask Damon why he cheated on her and fooled around with all these women…

As her nails dug into her skin, the pain snapped Jeanette back to her sanity. She could not do that. Jeanette was the daughter of the Leighton family, not a shrew on the street. She had her own pride and composure.

Moreover, her marriage to Damon was an arranged marriage between their families. Jeanette’s parents had gone to great lengths to make their marriage happen. They had even gotten him drunk so that he and Jeanette would sleep together. In return, they had managed to get her a marriage with benefits. It was only for benefits, not for love.

Although she loved him to the core, he couldn’t care less about her. Even if she cried and yelled, it was all pointless. In fact, it would only make him loathe her even more.

The more her heart hurt, the calmer she was.

Jeanette raised the corners of her lips and sneered. “Damon, you really aren’t picky at all when it comes to women. You don’t even find a ‘streetwalker’ like her filthy.”

The woman's expression in Damon’s arms suddenly changed, and she gave Jeanette a fierce glare. In a split second, her expression became aggrieved and hurt instead as she leaned in Damon’s arms and cried, “Damon, I’m innocent, and I just want to be with you. How could she call me filthy...”

Damon put his arms around the woman and gently patted her back to comfort her. He stared at Jeanette savagely with his cold eyes. “Who are you to call someone filthy? You’re the filthiest garbage.”

Jeanette’s face turned pale, but the corners of her lips curled up even more. “Since you married me, doesn’t that make you a piece of garbage too, Damon Orion Godfrey?”

After Jeanette said that, she immediately turned around and strode away. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she could not stop herself from blowing up.

After leaving the office, she ran into the female secretary she had met earlier. When the secretary saw how humiliated Jeanette looked, she stared at her mockingly, and contempt was written all over her face.

Jeanette straightened her back and entered the elevator. When the elevator door closed, she finally removed the brave front that she had put on and slowly crouched down.

She was simply a piece of garbage in his heart…