"...do you expect him to have only one woman for the rest of his life?!" The woman's barking words rang out again in Sherry's ears.

She took his shirt and looked for a moment at the man on the bed with whom she had been for ten long years. She witnessed him going from an ordinary young man to the newly rich of Squareburg.

The next morning.

Pacey woke up and subconsciously reached out to wrap his arms around the woman beside him, but he only caught air.

He sat up and the pain in his head told him how much wine he had drunk yesterday.

He pinched his temples with his fingers, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a shirt lying flat on a chair, with its collar turned out and a noticeable lipstick marked on it.

Pacey's fingers paused. He suddenly snatched the covers off and stood up, taking a few steps forward and holding yesterday's shirt in his hands, with fingers tightening slowly.

"Time for breakfast."

Standing in the doorway, Sherry called him peacefully, as if she had not seen the shirt in his hand at all.

But Pacey knew that she must have seen it.

"Yesterday, at a dinner party, someone fell after drinking too much, and I gave her a hand." At the table, Sherry didn't say anything, and Pacey explained after thinking about an excuse, "It should be that time that I accidentally got lipstick marks."

Sherry listened quietly and suddenly lifted her eyes, "Pacey, do you have an affair?"

She asked very straightly, without any foreshadowing or covering up or warning.

She always thought that since they were married, there was no need to be scheming like strangers. They could talk about anything.

A subtle light flashed in Pacey's deep eyes. "No." He said.

Sherry smiled after hearing his words: "Hurry up. As a boss, you can't take the lead in being late."

He said no, then no.

Just like back then, when the two joined hands to establish the Sherry-Grant Group, he said it was enough for him to earn money alone to support the family, and she agreed.

Money and status, in her opinion, were not as important as his love.

Before going out, Pacey grabbed her slender waist and kissed her cheek: "Wait for me."

Sherry-Grant Group.

Pacey sat at a big desk, with his fingers propping on the desktop, and his knuckles tapping against it.

"Dong -"

"Dong -"

“……”

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. A woman's joyful and charming voice came over at once, "Pacey~~"

"Wynne Jones, you're out." He said coldly.

Wynne forced a smile, "What are you talking about?"

Pacey said: "Get out of my sight and don't let me see you again."

Only then did Wynne realize that he was not joking, and being frightened, she said, "Why? What am I doing wrong? Tell me, I can correct them. I can do anything for you."

Pacey stood in front of the french window with his hands folded, without any ups and downs in his voice: "You shouldn't let her know your existence. Leave by yourself, and don't make me do it."

She was just a plaything that never qualified to show off in front of his beloved honey!

"No -"

Wynne wanted to say something, but Pacey was not interested in continuing the phone call.

Wynne tried to call back, only to find Pacey had blackened her. She clenched her phone, with her eyes full of unwillingness.

It must be Sherry!

It must be because Sherry told Pacey about the photo behind her back that he broke up with her!

At Laneshire.

Shirley was reading. She felt a little tired unknowingly and fell asleep on the sofa. Recently, she became more and more lethargic and was always easily tired.

She was awakened by a hurried knock at the door, and outside the door, there was an aggressive woman she never met before.

"You are...?" She asked.

Wynne glared at her viciously for a few seconds and suddenly lifted her slap.

"Sherry, you bitch!"

Sherry grabbed her wrist and looked indifferently at the ill-comer. "Do you want me to call security?"

Wynne pulled her hand free. "You told Pacey to kick me out, didn't you? Do you think that you can dominate him? I'm telling you, don't aim at the moon. Which boss doesn't have several paramours? Why do you have to cross me?!”

"You're the woman who called me yesterday morning with the photo?" Sherry seemed to have guessed who she was.

Wynne: "Such a poseur."

Sherry was not angry and let the woman come in.

She invited Wynne with a light smile on her face, but Wynne did not dare to step forward. It is a creature's instinct to be on the defensive when one faces unpredictable things and people.

"What do you want?"

Sherry sat on the sofa in the living room, took out her phone, and called Pacey: "A woman came to our house and said she was your lover..."

Pacey, who was preparing for the meeting, was gloomy after hearing her words.

"Mr. Grant -" seeing him pick up his coat and walk out, the secretary instantly reminded him, "the meeting is about to begin."

"Postpone for two hours."

It took Pacey half an hour to return to Laneshire. At that time, Sherry estimated when he would come back, and made tea in advance.

"Miss Jones, please have a try. It is Pacey's favorite."

Wynne pushed away the tea and said: "I'm not drinking it. Who knows if you've tampered with the tea! Now you know why I'm here, I'm in love with Mr. Grant, you'd better step aside."

The hot liquid in the teacup splashed out and scalded her hands. Sherry put down the cup and wiped off the water droplets, as if nothing had happened: "The lipstick on his clothes was also something you did on purpose, right?"

Wynne said in disdain: "So what?!"

Sherry took a sip of tea and said, "Did he touch you?"

"When..."

"Bang!"

The door was thrown open with a loud bang and Pacey appeared at home with a sullen look on his face.

Wynne, being interrupted by the noise, stood up and walked to him, "Pacey, you're back. I..."

A slap on the face.

Pacey slapped Wynne with such force that the woman fell to the floor instantly. She covered her face and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"Get out!" Pacey only said two words coldly.

Wynne trembled uncontrollably under his harsh and somber look down. She had a gut feeling that at that moment Pacey wanted to kill her.

The pain in her face also reminded her of the warning Pacey had given her at the beginning - never expect anything that doesn't belong to you.

Pacey played with women for novelty and excitement, but there was a taboo: no one was allowed to make trouble with his wife, Sherry.

Obviously, Wynne had broken the taboo.

"Get out, now!"

Wynne ran out with her face covered in her hands. As she ran to the door, she heard the man who always spoke harshly to her, lowered his stance as if to explain, "Just a bar girl. We only met twice..."

She didn't hear the latter words, because the moment she stepped outside, a man who was guarding the door, had covered her mouth and nose and got her into the car.

Sherry avoided Pacey's touch as she looked at him coldly and said, "Pacey, I told you that if you one day fall in love with another woman, I wanted it to be you telling me yourself, not...through another woman."

Pacey gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, looked at her fondly, and said, "Honey, you're always so calm." He glanced at the three teacups on the table, "If I had been a little late, you would have an afternoon tea with her?"

The wife in every case should not be as indifferent as an outsider in the face of a paramour who comes looking for trouble.

Sherry slightly drew her brows and wanted to say something, but at this moment, Pacey’s phone rang. It was from the secretary.

"Mr. Grant, everyone has arrived."

Pacey hung up the call and gave Sherry a gentle kiss on her lips, "I have things to do. What happened just now, won't happen again."

Sherry looked at his back as he left and suddenly she said, "Pacey, do you know what day is tomorrow?"

Pacey's phone rang again at that moment, which just covered her gentle voice, and as he picked up the phone, he walked outside.

Sherry turned to look at the empty wall. Here is the perfect spot she saved for their wedding photos.

When they got married, they were on the rise in their career. They were so busy that they didn't even have time to sleep every day. They didn't have any wedding ceremony, just spent an hour at the registry office to register their marriage.

There was no wedding, no diamond ring, not even a photo.

Pacey promised her that there would be a grand wedding when the company is on the right track, but Sherry was not someone who cared about the material existence. To her, even a grand wedding was just a show for outsiders.

However, she always felt that there should be a wedding photo placed in the center of the living room.

Now that the Sherry-Grant Group had succeeded, she thought that Pacey should be able to fulfill her wish, but he... he never mentioned it again.

"Buzz--"

The phone vibrated, a message from the wedding dress store: 【Dear Sherry, you have made an appointment with our studio for tomorrow's wedding photography...... We will do our best to serve you.】

......

Hyatt Club. Man's paradise. A notorious place for throwing around the money.

In private rooms, men drowned themselves in sex and pleasures, with prostitutes lying on them erotically.

The dim light outlines his firm facial contours. He has a pair of charming eyes. He is wearing a handmade custom-made suit that accentuates his seriousness and deepness. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his calm and handsome attracted the girls in the room.

He came here today with a few friends in business and soon felt bored. He shook the glass, sipped the wine, and planned to leave.

"Are you leaving now? The best part is yet to come... Are you afraid of being known by GM Sherry?"

Following the teasing, there was a flurry of laughter in the room.

Even though she had already left Sherry-Grant Group for two years, people who had seen her in the business back then were used to calling her GM Sherry whenever she was mentioned.

"Please stay, Pacey. Today is a good day. There are several new girls, very young and tender." The person in charge of Hyatt Club had a lot of makeup on. Even though she is in her 40s, she still looked attractive.

Pacey curled his lip and lazily said, “Ms. Carol, didn’t you hear them saying that I have a wife?”

Carol smiled fawningly at his words, "How could any man live with the same woman for the rest of his life? Even if she's beautiful, you will want a change after staying with her for such a long time, right? That’s the conditioning of life.”

Especially in this circle, there were no secrets, and Pacey was not a good husband who never cheated on his wife. Many people knew that he had just kept a mistress not long ago.

All her new bar girls are good-looking, so Carol was sure that Pacey would be impressed.

"Since they're good-looking, please introduce them to these bosses later. I'm afraid I have to leave now." He wasn't much in the mood today.

"Pacey! Pacey! They'll be here any minute." Seeing that he was leaving, Carol was anxious. He was a big customer of the club, and she must keep him tonight.

But it seemed that Pacey's indifferent about her words. Could the rumors be fake?

People say that, after three years of marriage, the couple really has a solid relationship, is that true?

"Carol! Help me!"

Before Pacey could open the door, a woman, with torn clothing, hands over her collar, and tears in her eyes, rushed into the room totteringly.

Sherry?