On the day of my 30th birthday, my CEO wife, Sabrina Langford, leaves hurriedly at 3:00 am. She claims that there's something urgent going on at the company and that she won't be home the whole day.

Later on, Timothy Cross, the low-income university student that Sabrina has been sponsoring, updates his social media feed.

In the photo, I see Sabrina standing at the side of the road in a bikini. Two big apples are balanced on her 36D bust.

The caption of the photo is, "The beautiful and hot CEO has personally come over to my house to help me sell the homegrown apples. You'll regret it if you don't buy these apples from me!"

My brows are drawn into a frown immediately. When I call Sabrina, the call goes through rather quickly.

"I told you I'm very busy at the company right now. If you disturb me again, I'm not going to forgive you this easily!"

After that, Sabrina ends the call. But right before the call gets cut off, I can hear a car honking in her background.

I'm not mad at her at all. She likes helping others to sell fruits, right? I might as well lend her a helping hand.

So, I share the social media post to the company's group chat. The message I've drafted is, "Does anyone here want a batch of rotten apples? I'll even throw in a second-hand wife for free."

The company group chat blew up instantly.

My wife, Sabrina Langford, was the first to respond. "Casper, have you lost your mind? I'm just helping Timothy's family sell some fruit. Do you really have to humiliate them like this?"

Other employees quickly chimed in to defend her.

"Exactly. Ms. Langford means well. If even her own husband refuses to support her, who else will?"

"Seriously, you should feel lucky you married someone like Ms. Langford. With a figure like hers, most men would be proud."

I had just started typing a reply when Sabrina removed me from the group chat.

A private message from her popped up right after.

"Honey, don't be jealous. I'm doing this because the government has been encouraging companies to support farmers lately. It'll help the company grow, too. Just wait for me tonight. I've got a surprise for you."

That evening, Sabrina pushed open the door and walked in with a bag in her hand.

"Honey, look what I brought you. These apples were grown by Timothy's parents. They're completely natural and pesticide-free. Timothy heard you were in a bad mood today, so he brought these over to apologize."

I frowned.

A second later, Timothy Cross leaned out from behind her. "Sabrina, is this your house? It's huge. I've never lived anywhere this nice before! But if I stay here, Casper won't be upset, will he?"

His gaze lingered on Sabrina's chest, barely acknowledging that I was standing right in front of him.

"Of course not. You can stay as long as you want."

I hadn't even said a word, yet Sabrina had already decided for both of us.

When I didn't reach for the apples, Sabrina's expression darkened. "Take them already. Why are you just standing there?"

She shoved the bag into my arms so hard that it slammed into my ribs and sent a sharp pain through my chest.

Then, she snapped, "What's with the attitude? Timothy came all the way here to apologize, so why are you acting like that?"

Sabrina seemed to have forgotten that just half a month earlier, she had been cornered by a rival in an alley.

I stepped in to protect her that night and ended up with three broken ribs, yet I held on until the police arrived and didn't let her suffer so much as a scratch.

Timothy spoke again, and his voice was choked with tears. "Sabrina, maybe I should just leave. Casper clearly doesn't like me. He even looks appalled by the apples I brought, so how could he possibly want me to stay here?"

Sabrina immediately glared at me. "Casper Sutton, what exactly is your problem? I invited Timothy here, and you're making that face?"

With that, she grabbed my arm and dragged me into the kitchen.

Irritation laced her voice as she said, "The farmer aide program will determine whether our company gets government investment, so you'd better treat Timothy well.

"If you upset him and he refuses to let me run the project at his family's place, then we might as well forget about staying married!"

After delivering that warning, she went back to attend to Timothy.

"Sabrina, where should I sleep?" Timothy asked.

"You can take Casper's room," she replied. "It's bigger and gets plenty of sunlight."

Timothy gave a half-hearted rejection. "That doesn't seem right. Casper probably won't agree to that."

Before I could respond, Sabrina had already thrown my pillow and blanket out of the room. "It's fine. You take his room. Casper can just sleep on the floor somewhere."

A bitter ache welled up in my chest.

For the sake of furthering Sabrina's career, I had given up my own job and devoted myself entirely to supporting her from behind the scenes.

When she said she didn't want children yet, I never even dared to bring it up again. And now, because of another man, she pushed me out of our bedroom without the slightest hesitation.

Timothy carried a new set of bedding into the room. As he walked past me, he shot me a smug look.

I tightened my grip on the pillow and watched Sabrina try so hard to get in his good graces. At that moment, I suddenly realized it was pointless to argue.

I turned around and headed to the guest room while calling a lawyer. "I need you to draft a divorce agreement for me."

Early the next morning, I passed by my bedroom after getting up when the door suddenly opened. The moment I saw who stepped out, a chill ran straight down my spine.

It wasn't Timothy. It was my wife, Sabrina.

Her hair was messy, and she was wearing nothing but a thin nightgown. There was clearly nothing underneath it, and the fabric clung lightly to her curves, revealing the soft fullness of her chest.

She looked exactly like someone who had just rolled out of bed.

I grabbed her wrist and demanded hoarsely, "Why are you coming out of his room? Did you two sleep together?"

Sabrina clearly hadn't expected to run into me the moment she stepped out. A flicker of panic crossed her face.

At that moment, Timothy rushed out of the room and pried at my hand. "Casper, you've got it wrong. Let go of Sabrina. Her skin is soft. You're hurting her!"

He sounded like he was trying to pull my hand away, but while he spoke, his fingernails dug viciously into the back of my hand. Before long, my hand was a bloody mess.

The pain forced me to loosen my grip. Furious, I snapped, "What exactly am I misunderstanding? She walked out of your room. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"The curtain in my room wouldn't close properly, so I asked Sabrina to help me fix it. I'm sorry, Casper. I'll leave right now. Please just calm down."

The moment he said that, Sabrina's hand struck my face, and my ears started ringing.

I stared at her in disbelief. She had actually slapped me because of Timothy.

"Casper, why are you making a scene?" she snapped. "I was just helping Timothy fix the curtain. If you weren't so useless that you didn't even notice the curtain in your own bedroom was broken, would he have needed to ask me for help?"

Timothy immediately reached for Sabrina's wrist and gently rubbed the spot where I had grabbed her.

"Sabrina, please don't be mad at Casper. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have troubled you. I'll leave right now. Please don't argue anymore."

He ran out of the house, crying, without even putting on his shoes.

Sabrina shot me a furious glare, grabbed Timothy's shoes, and hurried after him. Before leaving, she warned me, "I'm going to bring Timothy back. When I do, you'd better apologize to him. If you refuse, you can pack your things and get out of this house."

I watched her chase after him, and a bitter ache welled up in my chest.

After dressing my injured hand in gauze, I made a phone call. "I've thought about what you asked me before. I'll do it."

The person on the other end froze for a moment before breaking into obvious excitement.

"Casper, you're finally coming back to work! I told you a long time ago that a man can't just stay home forever. Your career is what really supports you. But if you're going overseas, can you bear to leave your wife behind?"

I smiled. "She's not my wife."

After I hung up, a message from my lawyer came through. "Mr. Sutton, the divorce agreement has been drafted. It will be delivered to your residence shortly."

I let out a sigh. At last, everything was coming to an end.

Not long after, the divorce agreement arrived. I signed it neatly, then placed the agreement in the most visible spot on the living room table.

After that, I packed everything in the house that belonged to me. In the end, all of it fit into a single suitcase.

Just as I was dragging the suitcase toward the door, Sabrina walked in with Timothy's arm linked through hers.

When she noticed the suitcase, she frowned. "What are you doing? I chided you a little and slapped you once. Now, you're throwing a fit and leaving?"

"Weren't you the one who told me to leave?" I retorted.

Her expression stiffened. "When I tell you to leave, you leave. So if I told you to die, would you do that, too?"

I froze. I never imagined words that cruel would come from her mouth.

When we first started dating, one of her friends had disliked me. Sabrina had argued fiercely on my behalf and even cut that friend out of her life because of it.

I never thought that one day, the person she would cut off would be me.

Timothy chuckled and hurried to smooth things over.

"Sabrina, calm down. Casper is just upset. Please don't argue because of me. However, I suppose Casper doesn't understand you the way I do. At least I know what should or shouldn't be said."

Sabrina's anger toward me vanished almost instantly. She turned to Timothy with a smile and said in a much gentler tone, "If only he were even half as sensible as you, life would be so much easier. But all he ever does is stir up trouble. He never gives me a moment's peace."

Timothy smiled shyly.

"Sabrina, since you're saying that, please don't kick Casper out because of me. Didn't you just say his carbonara pasta is really good? If he leaves, who will cook for us?"

Sabrina seemed to remember something. She turned to me and said coldly, "Did you hear that? Put the suitcase down and make some pasta for Timothy and me. Honestly, you're so oblivious."

I had learned how to make pasta specifically for Sabrina.

It was her favorite food.

And now, she wanted me to cook for Timothy.

I looked at Sabrina's back as she walked inside and murmured in disappointment, "This is the last time I'll ever cook for you."

Then, I turned and went to the kitchen to get started on the pasta.

When the two plates of steaming pasta were set in front of them, Sabrina's eyes lit up. It had always been her favorite.

However, Timothy had barely taken one bite when he spat it out. "Ouch… It hurts…"

Blood suddenly spilled from his mouth, and Sabrina shot to her feet in panic. "Timothy, what's wrong? Don't scare me like that!"

I froze where I stood, then I saw him spit out a shard of glass and hold it pitifully in his palm.

"Sabrina, does Casper hate me? Otherwise, why would he put glass in my food?"

There were no glass seasoning bottles in the kitchen, and even the plates and utensils were ceramic. Where could the glass possibly have come from?

I was just about to defend myself when Sabrina sprang to her feet in a rage. She grabbed the plate of freshly-cooked pasta and dumped it on my head.

"You petty, vicious man! I told you how important Timothy is to me, and you still dared to hurt him! You stay right here. If anything happens to him, I'll make you pay for it ten times over!"

The piping hot pasta sauce dripped down my face, and the pain was so sharp it felt like it was cutting straight into me.

Sabrina rushed Timothy into the car and took him to the hospital. However, just before leaving, Timothy looked at me through the window and flashed a smug, provocative smile.

I knew exactly what he was doing. He staged all of this to make Sabrina hate me so he could take my place.

What he didn't know was that I had already decided to give Sabrina up from the very beginning.

After they left, I placed the divorce agreement in the living room and got into the car that had come to pick me up.

Now, all I had to do was wait for Sabrina to sign the papers and mail them back to me.

…

Three days later, Timothy called. "Casper, Sabrina says she has a document for you. Could you come pick it up?"

It was probably the divorce agreement.

I asked him for the address and drove there immediately. The location was remote. It was a quiet road in a small town.

The moment I parked, I saw a crowd of farmers gathered around a farm stand.

Dust filled the air as I stepped out of the car. I covered my nose and stepped forward before I finally saw who was standing there.

It was Sabrina.

She was wearing a bikini. Her voluptuous bust was supporting a pair of oversized apples, and she held up a large sign that read, "Gorgeous CEO supporting farmers. Buy a bag of apples, and you can cop a feel."