On my way home, my emotions were all over the place.

Back then, I'd severed ties with my family and stubbornly chose to be with Jenna. We'd slept in basements, worked delivery jobs, and waited tables just to scrape together a tiny bit of savings.

In the fourth year of our startup, my family finally relented and accepted our relationship. We'd registered our marriage and were legally husband and wife by then.

I'd secretly leveraged my family's strings to help grow the company into what it was today, but to make her happy, I'd never told her the truth. So, she genuinely believed it was all the fruit of her hard work.

But ever since Ansel became our driver, our relationship started to slowly, silently rot away.

When I unlocked the door and stepped into the living room, the first thing I noticed was a pair of men's leather shoes. On the balcony, there were even two pairs of underwear that weren't mine.

My blood boiled in fury as I strode toward the bedroom, where the bed was a disheveled mess, and the floor was littered with countless used condoms.

I never imagined that while I was away, Jenna had taken the chance to bring Ansel into our bed. My hands were shaking from the rage, and the humiliation of being cheated on crashed over me like a tidal wave.

I frantically called Jenna to demand an explanation, but she never picked up. It wasn't until 8:00 pm that Ansel opened the front door with practiced ease and carried the drunken Jenna in.

My expression was gloomy as I blocked his way. "You may leave now. I'll take care of my wife."

I reached out to take her from his arms, but she shoved me away. "Go away! I only want Ansel to stay with me!"

Ansel shot me a triumphant grin, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. "I'll do it, Mr. Crane. I'm used to taking care of her.

"Jenna only has eyes for me right now. She doesn't like outsiders touching her."

I was the legal husband, and yet, I was the so-called outsider.

"Jenna, I want you to kick him out."

Furious, Jenna ripped her bag off her shoulder and slammed it right into my face. "If anyone's leaving, it's you, Elton. I'm the one carrying this entire family on my back, and what have you even done besides ducking your responsibilities and fooling around?

"Instead of wasting time being jealous of Ansel, why don't you secure that magazine interview? I wouldn't have had the chance to promote the company if Ansel hadn't fought for it!"

I was baffled.

Couture Chronicles was one of the most prestigious magazine publishers in the industry. I'd secretly called in favors with the owner just to secure a dedicated feature for the company, and how had that suddenly turned into Ansel's accomplishment?

"I worked hard and begged just to secure that Couture Chronicles interview. What does that have to do with Ansel?" I solemnly shot back.

She shot me a look of contempt and scorn. "It was Ansel who visited their office nearly a dozen times and begged before he finally landed the interview and photoshoot. He's far more useful than you'll ever be, while you're just a loser. Do you even get that?"

Ansel put on his best humble act. "I just wanted to ease your burden. It hurts me to see you frown and stress over it for days."

Watching them flirt like I didn't exist made my stomach churn, so I stepped aside and announced, "Jenna, I want a divorce."

There was no point in continuing this marriage anyway.

Jenna immediately agreed. "I'm fine with a divorce, but you're leaving with nothing, Elton."

I tensed slightly. "I spent years building Zest Summer Group with you, Jenna, and now you're telling me to walk away with nothing?"

So, that was it. She was going to toss me aside after I was no longer useful.

Her expression remained cold as she snorted and replied, "Incompetence is something you can't deny, and I've made the biggest compromise by letting you walk away with nothing. Just get the hell out if you don't like it."

With that, she wrapped her arms around Ansel's neck and eagerly pulled him toward the bedroom.

I turned and walked out without looking back. After booking a presidential suite at a hotel, I made two calls.

"Mitch, I'm pulling out of that 50-million-dollar order.

"Mom, hold on to that 300-million-dollar wedding gift you prepared for my wife."

At the board meeting the next day, Ansel sat to Jenna's left.

She beamed at the staff as she made her announcement. "I'm thrilled to share that Zest Summer Group has secured a 50-million-dollar partnership with Aerowood Group in the Edrendalian market. We owe this tremendous success to Ansel."

The room erupted in thunderous applause as everyone rushed to suck up to Ansel.

Amused, I asked, "And how exactly did Ansel close this deal?"

I'd flown to Edrendale myself to meet Aerowood Group's CEO and finalized the partnership. He'd most likely sent the confirmation email today, so Ansel had the chance to swoop in and steal the credit.

Jenna shot me a sharp glare, and her expression darkened.

"Ansel met Aerowood Group's CEO, Mr. Gray, back when he was doing part-time work. They hit it off, and when Ansel knew that I was struggling with project funding, he racked his brain and convinced Mr. Gray just to work with us."

Ansel puffed out his chest with a hint of guilt on his face. "I didn't expect it to work out either, but I'm glad it did. My only wish was to contribute to Zest Summer Group's growth."

"You're way too modest, Mr. Meyer. That 50-million-dollar deal is absolutely incredible!" someone chimed in.

"He's nothing like some people who doubt others and contribute zero. They really have no shame."

The speaker was busy kissing Ansel's ass while taking a jab at me, but I didn't bother to respond. Instead, I couldn't wait to see how hard Ansel would fall after being lifted so high up the pedestal.

After the meeting, I handed Jenna the divorce papers. She glanced at them and decisively signed.

"You're leaving with nothing, Elton. Don't you dare go back on your word."

I scoffed. "Trust me. I won't."

As I walked out of the lobby, a McLaren was parked at the entrance. A bright, lively young woman hopped out of the back seat and ran over, looping her arm through mine.

She tilted her head and smiled. "I've finally found you, Elton."

I carefully studied her face and found her incredibly familiar, but I couldn't quite place her. She was probably the younger sister or niece of one of my close friends.

Behind me, I could hear my colleagues murmuring.

"Holy crap, so Elton's got himself a sugar mama. No wonder he's never serious about work."

"It turns out that he's been sneaking off to meet his sugar mama during office hours. What on earth does the rich heiress see in him?"

At the same time, Jenna and Ansel followed me out.

Without a word, she stepped up and slapped me across the face again. "No wonder you were so quick to sign the divorce papers, Elton. You've hooked up with a rich new catch!"

I gasped in disbelief, "What the hell are you talking about? I never cheated on you, and you're the one who ruined our marriage!"

Completely ignoring my words, she started kicking my legs like a madwoman and screaming at the top of her lungs, "You heartless jerk! You've been sleeping together this whole time, haven't you?

"And you, you little slut! Even if I've just divorced him, I won't tolerate this insult!"

The young woman looked bewildered. "Ma'am, I have no idea what you're talking about—"

But Jenna had grabbed her by the hair. "I'll beat you to death, you shameless homewrecker!"

The crowd behind us reeled from the shock of our divorce and rushed in to help. "Let's teach the mistress a lesson!"

"What are you doing?" I shouted and quickly tried to stop them. "This is assault! You'll go to jail!"

But Ansel grabbed me from behind and pinned me in place. "Go ahead and let it all out, Jenna! I've got you!"

I couldn't move, and all I could do was watch as the young woman who'd just called my name got beaten up by the crowd. Soon, she was bruised and swollen as she lay collapsed on the ground, crying in pain.

Ansel shoved me toward two security guards and joined in to kick her hard.

"That's for hooking up with Jenna's ex-husband, you shameless slut! Now you know what happens to homewreckers!"

Jenna's face was contorted with near-psychotic fury, and her gaze was crazed as she yanked viciously at the woman's hair. "This is the price you pay for cheating on me, Elton!"

"You're going to regret this!" I roared.

Ansel delivered another brutal kick to the young woman's stomach. She curled into a ball from the pain and clutched her head.

Suddenly, a Maybach screeched to a stop. The rear door swung open before a man in a perfectly tailored suit stepped out, radiating the air of authority of an innate ruler.

The silver wristwatch on his wrist was a one-of-a-kind piece, worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

Four rows of bodyguards fell into two precise, straight lines on both sides and called out in deferent voices, "Mr. Gray."

The battered, barely conscious young woman on the ground looked up and cried out, "Mitch, you're finally here! I want Jenna's company wiped out of Sccolt at once!"