"Mom, you acted too hastily last night. Jen still has over ten million in financial investments that haven't matured yet. If I confront her now, I won't get a penny of that money. She controls most of the shares in the company and regularly reviews the financial reports. Every time I transfer money, I have to go through a lot of obstacles to avoid raising suspicion."Max reprimanded, "You should have waited until I turned the company into an empty shell before confronting her!"His mother chimed in confidently, "What's there to be afraid of, son? Both her parents are deceased, and she has no other relatives. Even if we got rid of her, there's no one to defend her! Remember, you said she didn't sign any prenuptial agreements with you when you got married?""Prenuptial agreement.""Yes, exactly! Max, I can't remember all of those things you said. But didn't you say not having one before marriage was advantageous for you? Why can't you receive any money now?""Mom, it's not that simp

It suddenly occurred to me that when pushed to their limits, people can unleash incredible potential. Despite experiencing the loss of my parents and child, I had never cried as intensely as I did in that moment. Max paused, his sharp eyes scanning my face, searching for any hint of genuine heartbreak. His brow furrowed, lips pursed, as if on the verge of speaking. Without giving him a chance to respond, I poured out my grievances, tears streaming down my face."Max, what did I do to deserve this treatment from you? Didn't you promise to cherish and love me for a lifetime? All those vows you made, were they all lies? It's only been a year since we got married, Max. And yet, you're cheating on me, seeing another woman... What have I done to deserve this?"As I spoke, I grabbed the printed and signed divorce agreement from the bedside table and thrust it at him."So, you want to hit me and accuse me of infidelity just to divorce me and have fun with other women, right? Fine, I'll gran

Early the next morning, Max began his performance. He seized every opportunity to express his remorse, admit his mistakes, inquire about my well-being, and maintained a humble and persistent demeanor.To be honest, I deeply admire men like Max - flexible, resilient, and unwavering.A man who hadn't cooked a meal since his wedding got up early to prepare breakfast for me. There was a wide spread of dishes laid out on the table.I was genuinely disgusted. I didn't even glance at it and said coldly, "You don't have to do these things."Max's mother, a typical ignorant tradwife, couldn't understand that her son was stooping to conquer, biding his time, and feigning affection in order to gain forgiveness. She thought it was unnecessary for her son to humble himself in front of me. Who am I? After the divorce, I would be a depreciated secondhand item, and I certainly would not dare to divorce her son.Seeing me not even look at the breakfast her son had worked hard on for an hour or two

”Almost killed you?” Steven looked puzzled. "Miss Middleton, what are you saying?""Are you sure this person named Cindy is Max's mistress?"Steven replied calmly, "I can't guarantee it's one hundred percent certain, but I'm ninety-five percent sure."Wendy mentioned that Steven was a well-known private detective in Johnsonville. He was skilled and resourceful, and his team usually handled cases for the wealthy. They were so popular that they had a waiting list. It was common knowledge in the industry that Steven charged high fees, but his professional skills justified the cost. If Steven was ninety percent sure about something, then it was almost a certainty.I couldn't help but sneer, feeling a chill run down my spine.So, she had tried to kill me!Clutching the call records in my hand, I tried to keep my voice calm. "About six months ago, I met Cindy once.""I was six months pregnant at the time, and according to the doctor's instructions, I had to go for prenatal screening a

"Miss Middleton, life is not like a novel. Those privileged children from wealthy families, who have witnessed the deception and rivalry in aristocratic circles, are far from innocent. Cindy comes from such a background. In marriages like hers, personal decisions are often overridden. Max may not even come close to reaching the level of the Lansworth family even in a decade. Doesn't Cindy realize that?"Indeed, the daughter of Devon Electronics and a self-made man from humble beginnings were completely different worlds. The beautiful love stories between a wealthy heiress and a poor commoner only exist in novels. In real life, most relationships consider social status and financial gain."While I don't have concrete evidence yet, my intuition tells me that Cindy's target is you, not Max," Steven chuckled. "From my perspective, Cindy wouldn't be so foolish. Whether she fell head over heels for Max or just wanted to have some fun, if she truly wanted him, she could pressure him to divo