My Wife’s Betrayal With the Intern Unleashed My Revenge

My company was on the verge of going public. As the man quietly orchestrated everything, I went to inspect the final details.

But just as I reached the entrance, I caught sight of my wife kissing the new intern.

When I demanded an explanation, she jabbed her finger against my chest and said, “Killian Bernard, Mateo is a young man with ideals. I was only encouraging him.”

“He’s diligent, unlike you, sitting at home all day like a second-rate cripple.”

The intern turned to me with open disdain. “An old man ought to recognize his limits. At your age, having achieved nothing, don’t you feel ashamed? A woman like Sister Ember is out of your league.”

Hearing his arrogance, I let out a cold laugh.

——

Watching them stand there hand in hand, my face darkened like a storm.

Yet, my wife, Ember Madison, didn’t seem the least bit concerned.

“Killian, the company assigned Mateo to me. I’ve watched him work these past few days. I was simply offering encouragement. Stop making a scene over nothing.”

At the side, Mateo deliberately leaned closer to her, the corners of his mouth curling in provocation. “Sister Ember, this must be your husband. He looks older than my father.”

His voice rang out loud enough for half the office to hear, drawing curious stares and hushed whispers.

“No way, that’s Director Ember’s husband? She’s so beautiful. How could her husband look so shabby?”

“Or maybe she likes the older, rugged type?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Didn’t you see how close she is to the new intern? You don’t know, I actually saw them taking their clothes off in the office, and then…”

“Shh…”

Hearing that, an image I never wanted to see forced itself into my mind: Ember tangled up with that intern on her desk.

At that moment, I finally understood why career-obsessed Ember had been dressing up so carefully lately. It was all for this man, Mateo de Silva.

And the last person hadn’t bothered to lower their voice. Ember clearly heard every word, but she didn’t defend herself. Instead, the disgust in her eyes only deepened.

“Killian, you look sloppy at home every single day, and that’s one thing. But this is my workplace. I’m the company’s design director. If people see my husband looking like a beggar, what will they think of me?”

“I’ve told you before, don’t come to pick me up. Just go home. Stop humiliating me here.”

I lowered my gaze to my shirt, its sleeves marked by smudges of cream from the cake I had made earlier.

Besides the company preparing to go public, today was also our third wedding anniversary. I had baked the cake myself, and in my hurry to leave, I hadn’t noticed the stains.

But I never imagined I would walk straight into a scene like this.

I lifted my eyes, cold and steady, fixing them on Ember.

“Is it that you don’t want me to pick you up or that sneaking around with him is simply more convenient?”

“Killian, I already told you Mateo is under my supervision. Of course, I have to help him find his footing. If you insist on being so petty, then you can sleep on the couch from now on!”

I had always catered to Ember in every possible way. Whatever she desired, I gave without hesitation. Even the position of design director had been something I quietly arranged for her.

Before marrying Ember, I had already built this company from the ground up. Later, I shifted my focus to investment, leaving the company in the hands of my most trusted aide.

Ember was ambitious and longed to carve out her own success, so I never told her the truth about who truly owned the company.

To give her the best work environment, I prepared sweet treats for her every single day.

She had a fierce temper, but I had always thought it was simply exhaustion from her workload.

I wished I could hold her in my palm and protect her from every hardship, but all of that devotion had rested on one condition: that she remained faithful.