At this point, there was nothing more I could say.

Tiredly shutting my eyes, I said, "Annabelle, I'm tired. Please leave my room."

"You're kicking me out? Well, don't come begging on your knees later!" Annabelle screamed.

Then, she stormed toward the door. She glanced back at me several times, yet I remained completely unfazed.

With that, she stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her with a loud bang.

Back when I first met Annabelle, I hadn't yet learned that I was the long-lost son of a wealthy man. Instead, I was just a young beggar on the streets, having been abducted and sold into a poverty-stricken neighborhood.

When I was young, everyone would pick on me. I had been urinated on and had even had excrement thrown at me. Those were the darkest moments of my life, and it wasn't until I met Annabelle that a glimmer of light returned to my world.

After we got married, I found myself even more dependent on her, especially since I had recurring nightmares. Only with her beside me was I able to sleep peacefully.

I used to think that I had been redeemed by the power of love.

Now, however, I had been left battered and bruised by that same so-called love. I discovered that, even without her, I could still sleep well.

A good night's sleep later, I woke up, only to find no sign of Annabelle anywhere.

However, when I checked my phone, I saw that my rival had sent me a photo.

"Mr. Goodman, do you have a taste for being cuckolded? Did you know that your wife was using your money to support her lover?"

In the photo, Annabelle was leaning affectionately against Bernard's shoulder, a wide smile on her face as they picked out rings at a jewelry store.

…

Just as I got ready to send the divorce lawyer part of the evidence I had gathered, I suddenly received a call from Annabelle.

In contrast to her usual harsh and commanding tone, she sounded surprisingly gentle today. "Camden, after thinking over it, I realized that I was a bit too drunk last night, and that's why I lost control of my emotions. I've prepared a surprise for you, so wait for me at home."

A surprise, huh?

My lips curled into a mocking smile. Perhaps this would be yet another piece of evidence I could use to divorce her.

When Annabelle returned in the new Maserati I had bought her, I immediately noticed that Bernard was also sitting in the passenger seat.

He got out of the car and eyed me critically, letting out a soft snort. "Long time no see, Mr. Goodman. Yesterday, the lighting at the bar wasn't that bright, so I didn't get a good look.

"Who would've thought that the little beggar would've turned into a CEO now? Look at you now, all refined and well-dressed. I can hardly tell that you used to be that same dirty beggar who used to beg on the streets!"

It was more than obvious that Bernard was mocking me, yet Annabelle seemed oblivious to it.

Covering her mouth as she tittered, she agreed, "I know, right? Who would've thought that little beggar from back then would be the heir to a wealthy family? Right, little beggar?"

I pursed my lips tightly, not saying a word.

During the darkest period of my life, everyone would call me "little beggar". Honestly, I loathed that nickname, as it was a reminder that I could never escape the shadows of my past. It was only because Annabelle used to address me like that too that I had endured it for so long.

This time, I sternly corrected her. "I have a name, so please refrain from using that nickname."

Immediately, the smile on Annabelle's face turned into a scowl. She snapped in displeasure, "Don't be so sensitive. I just touched on a sore spot. Can't you take a joke?"

The more I listened to her, the more tragic I found my whole situation.

As it turned out, she had always known that this nickname was a scar in my heart that would never heal.

When I didn't speak, the atmosphere became rather awkward.

Bernard shot Annabelle a pointed look, and only then did she grudgingly step a little closer.

"Camden, do you know why I purposely asked Bernard to join me on a little errand today? As they say, men know men best, and I wanted to get you a surprise!" Fishing out a plain band ring, she fluttered her eyelashes at me. "Looks good, right? Hurry up and put it on!"

I calmly accepted the ring and put it on. It easily slid all the way down my finger, clearly a size too big for me.

An awkward expression crossed Annabelle's face, and when she spoke, her tone was aggrieved. "Oh no! I spent so long picking that out. The store employee must have gotten the wrong size."

I watched her try to explain herself, my gaze cold.

If I hadn't asked a friend to help me find out, I never would've known that this ill-fitting ring was simply the leftover after Bernard had already taken his pick.

The ring that actually fit him was already there on his finger, gleaming dazzlingly.

Bernard deliberately waved his hand at me, letting me get an even better look at the diamond ring on his finger.

With a light laugh, he said, "Come on, Mr. Goodman, don't be so nitpicky. Anna put a lot of effort and thought into picking out that gift for you. At the very least, you should feel touched at her intention!"

There was no way I could feel touched at receiving a gift that was actually her lover's leftovers.

Pouting, Annabelle cooed, "Camden, I'll confront the store employee later, okay? Luckily, I had another surprise prepared!"

"What is it?"

She took my arm and pressed herself against me. "We've been married for so many years already, yet you've never really fit in. Well, today, I want to bring you to meet my friends! Expand your horizon, you know?"

Apparently, expanding my horizon meant taking me to a chaotic bar.

When we arrived at the private room, Annabelle entered first, followed closely by Bernard.

A chorus of voices immediately called out a greeting.

"Hey there, Anna. Brought your husband with you again, huh?"

Annabelle didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with their wording, while behind her, Bernard wore a delighted smile.

But I certainly wasn't about to let it slip. Leaning against the doorway, I raked a gaze over those loud, flashy young men and women. In an indifferent tone, I said, "Her husband is right here."

In an instant, the atmosphere became uncomfortably tense.

Annabelle threw me a disdainful look. "It was just a slip of the tongue. Do you have to be so petty?"

With that, she spun around, not bothering to spare me another glance as she rallied them for a round of drinking.

The gathering started with Annabelle singing her heart out with her friends, but it wasn't long before the private room was filled with cigarette smoke.

Unable to stand the stench, I stepped outside for a breath of fresh air.

When I returned, I didn't even get the chance to push the door open when the sounds coming from inside had me trembling.

It had only been a little over ten minutes since I left, yet the atmosphere in the room had drastically changed.

In the dim lighting of the room, I could see the way Annabelle's body was entangled with Bernard's intimately.

Bernard growled lustfully, "Do you want it, Anna?"

Tossing her arms over his shoulders, Annabelle smiled seductively. "Just a quickie before he comes back."

A laugh left his lips. "How daring of you. What if he happens to come in while we're still at it?"

Annabelle answered flippantly, "It doesn't matter. He can't bear to leave me anyway."

They smiled at each other, then the next second, clothes were flying through the air as they ripped at each other impatiently.

As I watched it all play out, I laughed silently.

Annabelle truly had prepared such a huge surprise for me. In that case, I couldn't be a spoilsport.

With an expressionless face, I pushed the door open and entered.

The slight creaking of the door opening instantly made everyone in the room freeze.

Annabelle's head snapped up, and I could see the flush on her face due to their exertions.

A hint of panic flickered in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down and demanded, "Camden, don't you know to knock before you enter?"

I laughed. "If I had knocked, I wouldn't have been able to see such an interesting scene."

Slowly making my way over to them, I tossed a box of condoms at Bernard.

"When it comes to sex, ensuring your safety is the most basic of precautions. You wouldn't want to get any diseases, would you?"

Then, I helpfully stepped back. "You guys can continue now. I won't bother you."

However, Annabelle grew upset and crawled off of Bernard. Wrapping a blanket around her partially nude body, she jabbed a furious finger at me.

"Camden Goodman, what the fuck is wrong with you? As if I need you to tell me what to do!"

I explained calmly, "I'm just doing it for your own good."

Yet, that only seemed to piss her off more. "For my own good? If you really were doing it for my own good, then why are you always ruining my fun? Don't you know that interrupting someone in the middle of sex is the worst thing you can do?"

So, this was my wife. Somehow, she was able to berate me so righteously even when I had already caught her in the act of sleeping with another man.

The others in the room were snickering quietly, which only bolstered Annabelle further.

"Camden, didn't you say that you would give me my freedom? If you continue to stick your nose into my business while claiming it's for my own good, you can say goodbye to our relationship!"

This was Annabelle's trump card.

Everyone knew that my biggest weakness was my fear of Annabelle leaving me.

I was so afraid that I had always been submissive and servile toward her. Even when she hit or scold me, I never once fought back. Every time we had a conflict, all she needed to do was threaten me with this, and I would immediately apologize and beg for mercy.

Everyone present probably expected me to once again swallow my humiliation and set aside my pride to beg Annabelle not to leave me.

However, this time, I simply met her arrogant gaze with an indifferent one and said placidly, "Alright, then let's divorce."