During my father's funeral, my husband pants heavily while pulling my cousin's legs around his waist in the morgue. She holds him saucily and asks, "How did it feel? I left my first time for you."

He pulls her close, looking sated. "It felt mindblowing."

She asks coquettishly, "When will you marry me, then?"

His expression turns serious. "I can give you as much money as you want, but your cousin is the only woman who can be my wife. The company we've established together is going public soon." I record all of this.

On the day the company becomes publicly listed, a video of their intimacy in the office is played on a humongous screen. Then, I sell my shares and travel around the world.

That's when my ex-husband weeps and begs me to return.

I walked out of the morgue, suddenly recalling that Aaron Tomlinson had not touched me intimately for three whole years.

The last time we did the deed, he'd just entered my body when he uttered beneath his breath, "So loose."

He had spoken softly, but I still heard him. And from that day onward, Aaron never laid a finger on me again.

I didn't ask him for it either.

Although I wanted nothing more than to ravage his extremely fit six-pack body and handsome face that rivalled any other celebrity, I still held myself back.

Once the company started turning a profit, I tried everything I could to make myself look as pretty as possible. However, that still didn't attract Aaron's attention because he still refused to touch me sexually.

As it turned out, he'd just been releasing his pent-up sexual frustration with someone else.

I probably wouldn't even have been this angry if he'd reconciled with his ex-girlfriend, but he actually slept with my younger cousin, Rachel Sanders, of all people.

He knew very well that Rachel had already stolen three of my ex-boyfriends away. He knew that Rachel and I could never get along.

After the funeral, Rachel kept bugging Aaron, asking him to send her back home. Aaron just patted her on the head fondly and said, "Alright, I'll send you home."

Then, he turned to me and said, "Katrina Sanders, take the car and attend the meeting at the office first. You've been on leave for days. Your department's basically collapsed."

After he was done speaking, he didn't even wait for my reply before he opened the door to the front passenger seat for Rachel.

I was very shocked. Since when had Aaron ever been so gentlemanly like this?

He had never, ever opened the car door for me, even after our marriage.

It wasn't until I walked out of the door that I realized it was pouring outside. When I saw the heavy rain, I was immediately reminded of the time I miscarried my first child because of such sheeting rain.

It happened because Aaron and I were hurrying to meet a potential client who was trying to sign with another company. I drove past the speed limit while six months pregnant.

We managed to secure the client, but because of how bumpy the entire ride had been, I'd accidentally caused the death of my unborn baby, and I was forced to undergo an induced miscarriage.

That was why Aaron complained about me being "loose" down there afterward.

From that day onward, I had always been fearful of such a heavy downpour. If the rain was as heavy as this, I wouldn't be able to focus while driving. I took out my phone and called Aaron.

The morgue was very far from the city, and the road was long and dark. It was also close to impossible to get a designated driver to drive my car back. My only hope was Aaron.

The phone rang for a long time before he finally picked up. I could hear the frustration in Aaron's voice when he spoke.

"What is it?"

I was just about to speak when I suddenly heard Rachel's moan on his side of the line.

"Ronnie, s-slow down… It hurts… Why must you do this a dozen times a day? Isn't she giving you any at home?"

Aaron probably threw his phone to the side without hanging up, thinking that he did. I then heard him say shamelessly, "She can put on the most expensive perfume she wants, but it still can't mask the smell of smoke or alcohol on her.

"The cigarette smoke must be from some random guy she's seeing. She smells nothing like you. You smell young and sweet."

At that moment, my tears suddenly gushed out of my eyes as if a dam had just broken.

Were they doing it in the car?

The car Aaron drove was an MPV, the first car we bought after making our first bucket of gold at the company. I had personally decorated the interior myself because I liked sleeping in it.

I bought the best and most expensive faux fur rug because I liked the convenience of having a comfortable place to rest if I had too many drinks when meeting with clients over dinner and wine.

I'd told Aaron that nobody else was to touch the backseat, but he clearly didn't care.

He also said that he hated how I often smelled like smoke and alcohol. But it wasn't as if I had really wanted that to happen.

Our company was still considered a start-up, and he handled the creative side of things because he wasn't cut out for discussing business with potential clients or investors. So, I was the one who did it instead.

Usually, these big clients and investors would only talk business with me over dinner and wine, with an extra smoke or two. I hated the stench of cigarette smoke, but I still forced myself to put up with it.

I just never thought that it would become one of the major points that turned Aaron off about me.

I waited close to three hours for the rain to stop. When it finally did, I drove home at the speed of a snail.

By the time I reached home, it was close to 3:00 am.

Aaron was fast asleep in the living room, hugging a huge plush toy Rachel gave him last year.

I finally lost my temper and shook him awake.

Aaron woke up and instantly started shouting at me.

"What the hell? Why did you wake me up so late at night?"

I took a deep breath and stared at his handsome face. Still, I decided to speak my thoughts with determination.

"Aaron, let's get a divorce."

He still looked sleepy before I spoke, but now, he stared at me with wide eyes and in disbelief, as if he'd just thought of something. He continued staring at me with some sort of guilt in his eyes.

"You found out, didn't you, Katrina? Fine. I'll cut all ties with her."

He hurriedly went to grab his phone and started tapping on some buttons, blacklisting Rachel's number. Then, he carefully looked up at me.

"Kat, I've already blacklisted her. Can we please not get a divorce?"

I stared back at him. Then, while he let his guard down, I suddenly hugged him and tried to be intimate with him.

Aaron immediately jumped backward like he'd been electrocuted and pushed me off. He then glared at me as if I was a horrible witch trying to force myself on him.

I looked at him and chuckled.

"Aaron Tomlinson, how could you still say no to the divorce when you're acting like this with me?"

It was only then that he realized he'd pushed me off very roughly just now. He then looked at me with a helpless expression.

"Kat, I'm sorry for treating you coldly for the past three years. Wait for me for a while."

He then fetched the first-aid box and brought out a bottle of pills. When I saw what it was, I immediately slapped it to the ground.

"Aaron Tomlinson! Did you think I would want you to take these kinds of pills before getting intimate with me?

"It's fine if you don't love me anymore. Just admit it and we can go our separate ways on a good note."

Aaron's hand trembled. His gaze then turned dark.

"Must you divorce me?"

I nodded without a doubt.

From the start of our marriage, I knew that someone as smart and handsome as Aaron would have many women pursuing him. I used to have faith in our relationship and thought that he would never divorce me.

I even once thought that as long as he still loved me, I could forgive him if he slept with someone else.

However, I didn't think that he would also stop loving me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't bear it anymore.

Aaron walked into the study and fetched a stack of documents before throwing it on the table before me.

"Kat, you know that you attract a lot of attention every time you go out drinking with the clients. I've always been afraid that they would one day steal you away.

"That's why I had a backup plan. If you divorce me, you'll be the one paying the price."

I flipped open the pages and looked at Aaron. It seemed that I had never quite understood him after all.

I thought that he was only good at creative things. I never thought that he would lay a trap for me in the partnership contract that we signed.

If we got divorced, then I would be left penniless and wouldn't get a single dime from the company.

Back when I signed the contract, I was so focused on pursuing him that I didn't carefully review the details.

All I knew was that Aaron would now be forever tied to me. He would put me in charge of all his projects, and I would make them come true for him. I was going to make him unable to leave me.

Aaron had given me 55% of the company's shares, and that made me lower my guard even more. I thought that he didn't love money as much as I did. It was also because I thought he was this naïve that I fell in love with him even more.

But in the end, Aaron only knew how to handle the creative side of things.

On the other hand, I loved money, so I could bring our business to the highest value possible. Then, I would sell off all of my shares.

When that time came, someone else would be in charge of the company, and he would no longer be able to create as he pleased. They also probably wouldn't be able to sell his creations, fetching high praises and prices from our industry of work.

I used to love him and wanted him to stay by my side forever. That was the only reason why I kept looking out for him.

But since he no longer loved me and even betrayed me, I had no reason to continue helping him with his dreams.

Still, I had to calm him down. I couldn't let him know that I was planning to sell off all my shares.

So, I looked at him emotionlessly and said, "Fine, we won't divorce."

Aaron grinned gleefully in satisfaction.

"Isn't that great? I'm sorry I can't give you the love you want, Katrina, but I can still give you the money that you want."

I looked at Aaron. I couldn't believe that he just gaslighted me.

In that case, he really wasn't the pure, kind-hearted, and multi-talented Aaron Tomlinson that I used to know anymore.

Who told him that I didn't deserve his love just because I loved money?

It was true that I loved money, but I had all the means to earn it by myself. My parents hadn't invested tons of money into my education for more than 20 years for nothing.

I'd worked so hard for years. It couldn't possibly be for covering up my partner's dirty, filthy undoing, could it?

The next morning, everyone looked at me weirdly at the company. My assistant, Megan Walters, pulled me aside and said, "Ms. Sanders, I think it's best if you don't hurry into your office for now."

I could kind of guess what happened. So, instead of heeding her advice, I marched toward my office in a haste.

When I reached the entrance, I saw that Aaron was cuddling Rachel in his lap while feeding her a steaming plate of spaghetti.

Aaron was even patiently twirling the pasta onto a second fork while waiting for her next bite.

I felt tears welling in my eyes. I couldn't breathe. I recalled the last time he blew up at me when I ate a muffin in his office.

He'd berated and humiliated me in front of all my other colleagues for it. He even gave me the cold shoulder for three whole months without ever speaking to me.

I just learned that Aaron wouldn't mind anyone else eating in his office if he loved her.

When Rachel caught sight of me, she grinned triumphantly at me before kissing Aaron on the cheek.

I recalled the times when she would go after every crush I had. Then, she would break up with them once she'd had her fun. When I finally tore her a new one, she simply said, "My parents often compared me to you, saying that you were so smart and I was such a failure.

"So, I'm just proving to them that whatever you put your effort into getting, I can just easily snatch it away from you whenever I want! And it's not like I want anything that you want, anyway. I can't even be bothered with them after I'm done ruining your fun."

It was bad enough in the past, but Aaron was someone I'd invested too much of my time and effort in. I just couldn't bear to see Rachel destroying him before my very eyes.

I rushed into the office, grabbed the plate of spaghetti, and threw it directly into the trash.

Rachel immediately made it as if she was going to grab it back, but she purposely put her hand under the falling noodles so that the steaming hot sauce would scald her hand. Then, she screamed in pain.

Aaron immediately pulled her away and ran her hand under running tap water. He kept talking to her in a gentle voice, trying to calm her down.

"How could you be so dumb to try and stop the spaghetti with your bare hands?"

Rachel turned to Aaron with her watery eyes and said, "B-But you made me that spaghetti yourself…"

Aaron then brought Rachel to me and said sternly, "Katrina Sanders, apologize to your cousin."

I chuckled. "She was the one who wanted to stop it. And she only did that because she's trying to get your sympathy.

"Aaron Tomlinson, as your wife of many years, let me give you some advice. She's only playing with you. She doesn't care about the consequences, but if anyone else were to find out about you two, you're the one getting destroyed."

Rachel just stared at me like I was an idiot.

However, when Aaron looked at her, she gave him a shy, innocent look.

Then, Aaron glared at me and said, "Even if that was true, it would be with my consent. It's hard for me to find someone who is so emotionally and sexually compatible with me.

"It's like, I am compatible with you in terms of business. We can start a company together and build it up together, but it's simply impossible for us to get physically close. I can't even touch you. So, how would you ever understand what I'm feeling now?"

As soon as Aaron was done talking, Rachel suddenly laughed disdainfully.

It was only then that I realized Rachel had pressed the intercom button the whole time. This button had been previously installed so that Aaron could summon whoever he needed into his office for quick meetings.

The intercom was like a company-wide megaphone. Anyone would be able to hear what was going on inside the office if it was pressed.

In other words, the entire office heard our exchange as well.

Rachel was just having her fun. Of course, she wouldn't care about any consequences.

I looked at Aaron, but he didn't seem to mind. He just spoke again, pressing on the button, saying, "Whoever leaks out the conversation earlier will have their year-end bonus revoked."

Rachel then started drawing circles on Aaron's abdomen.

"My hand still hurts. How are you going to compensate me?"

Aaron continued blowing on her hand, which showed absolutely no signs of redness or swelling, and asked fondly, "Well, what is it that you want, love?"

Rachel's eyes glinted. "I want you right here. I'm not as smart as Katrina, so I've never been able to have such a big and luxurious office. It's going to be so thrilling and exciting here!"

She then turned to me and said, "Kat, you don't mind, do you? You only love money, after all, and you're getting old. I'm sure you won't be able to be sexually satisfied like this anyway."

Aaron just looked at me with a conflicted expression on his face.

I held the highest rank in this company, and I was his wife. He knew that he still had to show me some respect.

However, Rachel then slid her hand inside his pants and moaned, "Ronnie, give it to me…"

Aaron couldn't hold back anymore and hugged Rachel tightly.

Rachel just gloated at me and grinned. "Kat, do you want to take a photo to commemorate or something? Or would you like to close the door for us?"

I stared at Aaron, who was hurriedly feeling Rachel up. At that moment, I felt my heart shattering into a million tiny fragments.

Aaron knew that the whole company was looking and listening in, but yet he still decided to humiliate me and crush my dignity like this.

He truly never cared about me at all.

I chose the latter. I went out of the room and quietly closed the door behind me.

I turned around and saw that Aaron's assistant, Carson Flint, was arriving with some of our partners and investors who were helping us get listed tomorrow.

I should have reminded Aaron about it, but since he didn't care, who was I to interfere?

I had known for a long time that Carson was a business spy sent by one of our rivals. I was planning to fire him today and save Aaron the headache afterward. But now, I couldn't care less about it.

At this point, Carson could film whatever he wanted. I bet he would try to ruin the company before it gets listed tomorrow.

I went back to my office and sold off all my shares. Then, I bought a plane ticket for myself.

Looking at the white clouds passing by outside my window, I felt a burden lifted from my shoulders.

Finally, I was leaving.