As I settled into the plush leather seat of my wife’s luxury car, my eyes caught sight of cigarette ash scattered on the passenger side. My wife simply answered, “My new assistant is rather careless.” I filed for divorce, and her expression shifted to disbelief. “Is that all it takes to break us?” “Yes, that’s all it takes.” ***** Truth be told, I was not the petty type. Yet, when I once sat in my wife’s car and pulled out a cigarette case, she snatched it from my hand and hurled it out the window. Her face was contorted with disgust. “No smoking in my car! How many times must I tell you that?” For a moment, I could only offer a wry smile and pocket the lighter. So, when I spotted cigarette ash in her car, I realized her mysophobia wasn’t the issue; she was merely selective in her rules. Clearly, I wasn’t the one who could bend her principles. I had been married to Cindy Smith for three years. Over that time, Cindy had transformed from a fresh face in the company to a powerhouse in the workplace. Those who knew her well addressed her as Ms. Smith. I was merely the docile spouse trailing behind her shadow. Few knew that when Cindy and I ventured into business together, she suffered a miscarriage due to a drunken altercation with a client. I urged her to recuperate at home, but she refused. Unable to bear watching her suffer, I retreated, taking on the logistics behind the scenes. However, Cindy seemed to have forgotten that I once was a figure in the business world. I chose to step back out of pity for her, yet now, in her eyes, I had become a burden. Arriving at the company, I sent her the divorce papers. Cindy was stunned. “What are you doing? “Daniel Whitman, is there someone else in your life?” I offered a wry smile, “You really don’t know?” She took a deep breath. “Is it because we haven’t had a child in three years of marriage? “Didn’t I make it clear? I don’t want children! Can you stop pressuring me?” The “you” she referred to were my parents. Last time, when we went home for dinner, my mother made subtle jabs about having a grandchild. Cindy was displeased, resenting my mother for bringing up the topic. Initially, Cindy excused her poor health, but since my retirement, I had spent every day cooking for her, and her health had long since recovered. “No.” I pulled out my cigarette case, ready to light up, but Cindy slapped it away! “I’ve told you, no smoking around me!” I was taken aback, noticing the red mark she left on my hand, and my anger flared! “Others can smoke in your car, but not me, right? “Your mysophobia is just for me! And you ask why I want a divorce? What do you think?” It was the first time I raised my voice in front of Cindy. She was stunned for a moment, then realized her actions and fell silent. “Sign it, and let’s part ways amicably!” Seeing my resolve, Cindy couldn’t help but yell, “He’s a new hire this year with valuable connections. Otherwise, why would I indulge him? “Daniel, if you haven’t retired now, how can I possibly be this exhausted?” Little did Cindy know that her eyes brimmed with contempt as she complained about me. There was no underlying resentment but palpable disdain that spoke volumes of her current feelings in her eyes. I couldn’t help but sneer, “Since you’re so tired and see me as a burden, why not divorce me? “Sign it!” Seeing my insistence on divorce, Cindy made a scene and refused to sign, kicking me out directly! As I stepped out, the office outside was eerily quiet. I spotted a young man at once, and he looked at me with a peculiar expression. “Daniel! Ms. Smith has been working too hard lately, so she’s upset. Don’t take it personally.” I glanced at his badge, revealing his position as Cindy’s assistant. The realization that he was the one smoking struck me. I thought, “With such a young hottie, no wonder Cindy naturally looked down on me.” I ignored his words and turned to leave, but he insisted on escorting me out. “Daniel, if I were in your shoes, I’d leave sooner rather than later. Being a kept man isn’t as sweet as it seems, especially when you’re utterly useless and can’t assist her in any way!”
He was convinced that I was nothing more than a leech, and his tone towards me had lost its former respect. I watched as I reached out to remove his work badge, rubbing it between my fingers before gazing at him. “Do you really think I’m living off her?” “What else could it be? Ms. Smith works tirelessly. A man like you isn’t fit to be by her side. Leave now. Don’t ever show your face at the company again, lest you anger Ms. Smith!” With those words, he snatched the badge from my hand, turned on his heel, and departed by fastening it to his collar. I watched his retreating figure and couldn’t help but sneer. Everyone labeled me as the insignificant man behind Cindy’s success. But few knew the truth. When Cindy’s company, Smith Group, was on the brink of collapse, it was my family who offered three million dollars to save it from ruin. As she gradually found her footing, Cindy threw herself into her work with relentless vigor. To shield her from excessive drinking and to ease her burdens, I secretly reached out to my father’s influential friends. It was through securing a steady stream of orders for Smith Group that Cindy ascended to the pinnacle of her industry, transforming into a formidable force. Now that the company was stable, did she intend to abandon me and look down on me? Cindy likely forgot the humble pleas for help she once made. It had only been three years, and she probably assumed my family had fallen into decline after witnessing our move from a lavish villa to a modest apartment and then to a junior suite, didn’t she? I couldn’t help but chuckle. My parents merely felt the grand house was too vast and lonely for the two of them, so they opted for a cozier abode. In reality, we still owned villas and expansive apartments. Upon returning home, I went straight to my parents. My mother frowned upon seeing my dejected state. “Why are you here alone? Where’s Cindy?” “Mom, Dad, I want a divorce.” My mother was stunned upon hearing this. “Why the sudden divorce? You must think this through carefully!” My father also scrutinized me with a grave expression. “After three years of marriage, you’re calling it quits. Did we offend her last time when we urged her to be pregnant?” I took a drag from my cigarette and exhaled a long sigh. “I feel like I’ve become a pushover, unworthy of her.” Hearing this, my parents burst into laughter. “I suppose they thought our family was in dire straits. You’re not working now, so after benefiting from us, she wants to cut ties and kick you out! “Is she cheating on you?” I nodded. “Absolutely!” Mental infidelity, though not physical, was still a betrayal of the heart. Even amidst my uncertainty, I could discern from Cindy’s demeanor around the young man that their connection transcended the boundaries of casual friendship. My mother slammed the table. “She cheats on you during marriage and still has the audacity to disdain you. If that’s the case, then by all means, divorce!” I was a bit taken aback. My mother looked at me and comforted me. “Don’t worry. Our family isn’t the type to cling. We don’t covet Smith Group! “We still have some resources left.” My father led me to the study and handed me a stack of documents. Upon opening them, I was astonished. “Dad, you have so many ventures!” My father was quite proud. “Of course, I don’t dabble in what I can’t handle. The three million dollars I invested in Smith Group before was just a drop in the ocean! “If I were to throw three hundred million dollars at Cindy, she’d surely leap at the chance and latch onto us to drain our resources. “Your mother and I extended our help to Cindy because we believed it would pave the way for a harmonious life between you two. But we never expected her to be so ungrateful and turn her back on us! “In that case, let’s not hold back. We don’t need people like her!” With my father’s backing, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. Now that I had money, I could proceed without reservation!
Previously, I had imagined our family’s wealth to be at most in the tens of millions of dollars, but now it appeared to be an order of magnitude greater. At that moment, I nodded and greeted my father’s old companions. My father had invited them to dinner, announcing his intention to make a grand return to the business world and entrust everything to me. Upon hearing this, his friends lit up with joy, clapping me on the shoulder. “Daniel, your dad has finally seen the light. He retired early, saying he wanted to bask in the joy of grandchildren, but here he is, three years later, back for you!” I felt a twinge of guilt. “It’s all for me. It’s not right for me to just lounge at home at such a young age. I might as well venture out and test my fate.” “Absolutely! Come intern at my company!” Bob Short, who had watched me grow, extended a warm invitation. “Spend some time with me and get a feel for things. There’s no rush; treat it like a game! “And I’ve got a new project kicking off. How about you give me your thoughts?” “No problem.” I agreed readily, and my father smiled in approval. After that meal, the entire market landscape shifted. Though my father had left the business world, his legend endured. As his son, I was naturally a chip off the old block. Bob was the first to court me, not just for our longstanding friendship but more for the resources my family commanded. To bolster Smith Group and Cindy, my father leveraged his connections to a certain extent. That explained why Cindy’s ascent was so meteoric. But now, the tide turned. With my decision to act, Smith Group’s fortunes would change. After the meal, I returned to pack my belongings. Just as I finished, Cindy arrived. The alcohol on her breath spoke volumes of her state of inebriation. Predictably, it was the young man who had escorted her home. Cindy sneered at the sight of me, but upon noticing the luggage beside me, she was irritated. “Daniel, what are you planning?” “A divorce. Didn’t I make that clear?” I handed her the printed divorce agreement. “Return the 300,000 dollars I invested, and I won’t ask for anything else. “Just sign it. After all, someone is waiting for you.” My words carried weight, and Cindy flushed with rage. “You! Just wait for me!” “Fine, I will see you at nine tomorrow morning!” With that, I dragged my suitcase and left without a backward glance. The man beside Cindy shot me a contemptuous smirk, but I paid him no heed. If he fancied Cindy, he was welcome to her. I had no desire for her anymore. Upon returning to my parents’ home, that man quickly sent me a friend request. Opening it, I discovered his name was Max George. He sent me a video of Cindy lying on the bed. Their fingers were interlaced. The video revealed Cindy’s nightgown, a stark contrast to the regular clothes she had on when she returned. Who else could be in the house but Max? I thought, “Max had no shame, but that was fine by me. Given that his bond with Cindy had transcended the realm of mere friendship, it was only fitting for me to seek a divorce from Cindy.” Pondering this, I messaged Max. Daniel: [Has she signed the divorce agreement? Max, surely you haven’t lost your charm? You’ve managed to draw her into your embrace, yet she’s still not ready to commit to you!] Max erupted in anger. I was about to send an emoji when a red exclamation point appeared. He deleted me! I smiled, put my phone away, and was about to rest when there was a knock on the door. “Daniel, come out! “You brat, how dare you mention divorce? Who do you think you are? Get out here now!”
I leaped up with a mix of excitement and disbelief coursing through me. Why was Lily Smith here? My parents, equally perturbed, opened the door to welcome our unexpected guests. Lily was Cindy’s sister, whose existence was defined by indulgence. There she was, alongside her husband, Jason Brown, standing in our living room. Their fury was palpable. Catching sight of me, Lily sneered, “Mr. and Mrs. Whitman, you’ve really outdone yourselves with your parenting. Teaching a son like Daniel is truly an eye-opener!” “Thank you.” My mother replied coolly and perched on the sofa with an air of nonchalance. Lily was momentarily taken aback. My mother might have been considered polite, but her tone was anything but. Lily stood there, momentarily lost for words, until Jason piped up, “Your family is utterly heartless. You’ve lived off Cindy for three years, but you now want a divorce? “When Cindy called us, she said Daniel was filing for divorce and wanted 300,000 dollars! What’s this? Trying to split the family fortune?” I scoffed, “Family fortune? Cindy’s worth is over thirty million dollars. Is it wrong to take back my three million dollars? “If you think it’s too much, I can sue. I’ll consult a lawyer right away. Given her infidelity during marriage, don’t I deserve greater recompense?” “What did you say? How dare you slander her?” I presented the video Max had given me, thrusting it into their line of sight. “Take a good look. We’re all adults here. She’s lying on the bed with another man! Shouldn’t I seek a divorce?” They were unprepared for this turn of events. Thanks to Max, Cindy’s face was vividly clear on the screen, and the soft moans escaping her pink lips were enough to bring a blush to Lily’s cheeks. My mother slammed her palm on the table and shouted, “What a shameless daughter your family has raised! Cindy cheats during marriage, bringing her lover back to the marital bed, but now you dare question my son! “Lily, is this how you’ve taught your sister?” Lily, caught off guard by the revelation, flushed with embarrassment. Thanks to Cindy, Lily had lived like a queen at home. Her hand was never far from the purse strings when it came to jewelry, and her demeanor was haughty at every social gathering. Little did they know that they were all benefiting from the largesse of my family. Now, they had the audacity to confront me, only to be blindsided by this video. I smiled, “Go back and tell Cindy to sign the divorce papers, or I’ll release this video to the public! “Our family isn’t what it once was. If anything were to happen to us, there’s not much left for us to lose. But for your family, the stakes are entirely different.” The Smith family had only recently risen to prominence, so their roots were not yet deep enough to secure their newfound status. Acutely aware of their vulnerability, Lily could easily foresee the collapse that would ensue if Cindy were to falter. She felt scared. Jason was equally anxious and blurted out, “You can’t divorce! You’ve been married for three years!” Ignoring their pleas, I stated with a solemnity that brooked no argument, “You have three days. If Cindy doesn’t agree to the divorce, I’ll send the video to the media. By then, your family is doomed!” My ultimatum sent them into a frenzy. Lily hesitated, unable to form a coherent response for a long while. My mother, ever direct, opened the door and physically ejected them from our home. She turned to me. “If I had known they were this despicable, we should have cut ties long ago. Why wait until now? “You’re too soft-hearted sometimes.” I sighed. It wasn’t soft-heartedness that held me back. From the start, I had hoped for a happy life with Cindy. When we first crossed paths, I was genuinely taken with Cindy. She embodied an air of pure innocence. It was apparent, in every gesture and word, that she had been nurtured with the utmost care and refinement. But I was deceived by her appearance. Once she had used me to achieve her ambitions, she cast me aside like a spent tool.
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