Chapter 1

On my wife's birthday, I cut my business trip short to surprise her at home.

The moment I stepped into the garage, I saw her SUV rocking violently.

Smashing open the window, I caught sight of the most sickening scene of my life.

My wife, Chloe, was tangled up in the backseat with her ex-boyfriend, Tyler.

I trembled with pure rage.

"Chloe, I bust my ass working to support this family, and you're in our car sleeping with him?"

Chloe didn't show an ounce of shame. She just sneered.

"Aside from money, what have you ever given me?"

"You're always away on business trips. Am I supposed to rot in loneliness?"

Tyler casually pulled on his clothes, a mocking smirk plastered on his face.

"You really are pathetic, Lucas."

"You think busting your back makes your wife happy?"

"You're wrong. You're just working hard to take care of my woman."

I looked at Chloe, my voice turning dead cold.

"Since you two are so head-over-heels in love, let's get divorced."

I wanted to see just how long her love would last once her personal ATM stopped dispensing cash.

Then, I dialed a number I hadn't called in five years—my childhood sweetheart.

"I heard you're a billionaire CEO now. If I come back to you... are you still willing to marry me?"

After I demanded a divorce, Chloe wasn't mad at all. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Tyler, looking at me defiantly.

"Lucas, don't you dare regret this!"

I scoffed. You're the one who's going to regret it.

"By the way, Lucas, when are we signing the papers? How about first thing tomorrow morning?"

Seeing me stay silent, she pulled out her phone and tapped away.

"Lucas, I just booked our appointment at the courthouse for tomorrow."

"Eight o'clock tomorrow morning," I replied coldly. "I'll be there."

Tyler sneered smugly at me. "Lucas, Chloe and I were childhood sweethearts first. We've always belonged together. Just step aside!"

I slammed my fist right into Tyler's face.

"Get the hell out of my car!"

Chloe's expression instantly warped.

"How dare you hit him?!"

She cupped Tyler's cheeks like a doting kitten, asking worriedly,

"Does it hurt?"

Tyler stroked her hair like a prized pet, shooting me a condescending glare.

"It doesn't hurt. For you, it's worth it!"

"Starting tomorrow, we can finally be together. I won't be like him. I'll be by your side every single day!"

"That's wonderful!"

Chloe smiled radiantly and clung to him even tighter.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Hmph!"

Rage surged straight to my skull, making my head feel ready to explode.

When we got together, she said she wanted to start her own business. I hustled relentlessly, carrying energy gels and caffeine pills in my pockets just to keep from collapsing from exhaustion.

And what did she do?

She spent all day sitting in her fancy office, daydreaming about being a high-powered entrepreneur.

To fuel her vanity, she hired over a hundred employees in one go.

In the end, she drove the company straight into the ground, piling up millions in crushing debt.

Back then, she bawled her eyes out in my arms, heartbroken.

I couldn't bear to see her suffer, so I took on all that debt myself.

After her failure, she whined that living in our old apartment was depressing, so I took out another massive mortgage to buy our current luxury house.

My debt ballooned by millions more. To keep her pampered and pay off the banks, I worked nonstop, attending endless dinners and meetings, just to give her the best life possible.

She did nothing but relax at home in luxury, yet had the audacity to blame me for not being around enough.

Had she completely forgotten all of that?