Married for five years, my wife, Madison Shore, went on a six-month trip and returned with her “true love,” Jeremy Langston. Madison is now over three months pregnant. Jeremy claimed he was worried I wouldn’t take proper care of her and shamelessly asked to move into my house. I refused, and Madison lashed out at me, calling me ungrateful. She glared at me with contempt, forgetting that I’m the one who gave her a life of luxury and indulgence. Did they really think they could walk all over me and rule my house? This time, I’ll make them experience what it means to fall from grace. I called my secretary with a smirk, “Draft a divorce settlement immediately. I’m kicking that pretty boy and the gold digger out with nothing.” Content 1， Last night, Madison called to say she was coming home after her six-month “vacation.” I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep. Early this morning, I had Auntie Linda prepare a table full of her favorite dishes. When the door swung open, Madison walked in, arm in arm with another man, flaunting their closeness as they approached me. I froze in shock, staring at the inappropriate intimacy between them. My eyes landed on Madison’s slightly rounded belly. “Andrew, you’ve gotten more handsome while I was away,” she said with a playful smile. I stared at her, my face dark with fury. Sensing my anger, Madison quickly let go of Jeremy’s hand and approached me, pouting. “Andrew, don’t be like that. You know you’re… incapable in that area, right?” “Jeremy is highly educated, comes from a good family, and we’ve known each other forever. A child from him would be healthier, wouldn’t it?” “And you wouldn’t want me to suffer through IVF, would you?” Her words lodged like a thorn in my chest. She made her betrayal sound so reasonable, even virtuous. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to strike her. Jeremy stepped forward protectively, pulling Madison behind him, his face full of false humility. “Mr. Whitmore, Madison has told me everything. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” “We’ve been close since childhood. If the three of us live together, I don’t mind.” My anger surged. Madison, however, gazed at Jeremy with tenderness. “Jeremy, you’re always so considerate,” she said sweetly. Five years of marriage, and she had never looked at me like that. She leaned into Jeremy’s embrace like a delicate bird, pointing to the upstairs bedroom. “We’ll be staying up there,” she announced. I watched as they ascended the stairs, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. Soon after, a driver carried in three large suitcases. Following closely were Madison’s parents, Ronald and Patricia Shore. Without even glancing at me, they marched upstairs. If upstairs was where the action was, I decided to join them. I found Madison stroking her belly, speaking softly to her parents. “I wasn’t trying to keep this from you, but you know the rule about not announcing a pregnancy before three months. Jeremy was just worried about my safety.” The sight made my heart ache. For five years, every time her parents and I disagreed, Madison sided with them, scolding me to “respect their age” and “be more understanding.” I thought she was just a sensitive person. But seeing how fiercely she defended Jeremy, I realized what a fool I had been. Jeremy took Patricia’s hand confidently. “Mrs. Shore, you’ve always known how much I love Madison. My intentions are genuine, and I hope you and Mr. Shore can understand.” Patricia’s frown softened as she turned to scrutinize me. I could see her weighing her options—me, or Jeremy. In our five years of marriage, I had bought the Shores a villa to replace their old house. I sent them a monthly allowance to cover all their expenses. But seeing Patricia hesitate, my heart sank. Madison, my wife, had not only conceived another man’s child but also paraded him into my home to humiliate me. Did she really think I loved her so much I’d tolerate anything—even this? Sensing the tension, Madison suddenly burst into tears. “The baby is innocent! No matter what you say about me, I’m keeping it!” Her tears were pitiful, tugging at everyone’s hearts. Jeremy immediately dropped to his knees before Patricia. “Mrs. Shore, that’s your grandchild Madison is carrying.” “She only did this because she couldn’t conceive for five years and was worried the Whitmores would blame her. Please understand…” The Shores had pressured Madison to have a child ever since we got married. When nothing happened, we found out the problem was with me. Although I couldn’t conceive naturally, IVF was still an option. I had already accepted my shortcomings and done everything to make up for it. But what Madison did was beyond forgiveness. Ronald finally spoke. “Since she’s already pregnant, let her have the baby. No matter whose child it is, Madison will be its mother.” Then he turned to me. “That settles it.” I laughed coldly. “Settles it?” “What makes you think you get to decide?” Madison frowned at me. “We’ve said what needed to be said. What’s your problem now?” I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. I’d spent tens of thousands of dollars for her to enjoy herself on vacation, and she came back with a baby—and a man. What right did she have to act so entitled? Jeremy feigned discomfort, playing the martyr. “I know this is because of me. I can leave if you want, but please take good care of Madison.” Patricia immediately protested. “You can’t leave! Madison is happy with you around. Besides, the baby needs its father to grow up healthy.” Madison shot me a glare. “If Jeremy has to go, I’m leaving too.” Patricia chimed in, wrapping her arm around Madison protectively. “No one is going anywhere! This is my daughter’s home now, and I call the shots here.” Jeremy gave Patricia a smug grin, confident in his position. Watching their cozy little scene, I couldn’t bear it anymore. I walked away. 2， I spent the entire afternoon in my study, Madison’s laughter echoing intermittently from the living room below. After lunch, Auntie Linda came to see me. “Jeremy Langston tried to take over your study, but Mrs. Shore stopped him,” she said matter-of-factly. “She told him, ‘Andrew is the CEO of Whitmore Industries. The family depends on him for everything, so don’t go overboard.’ That’s the only reason he backed down.” Auntie Linda, who had cared for me since childhood, knew my temper well. She glanced at me, hesitating before continuing. “Mrs. Shore also said all of Madison’s pregnancy expenses would still come from you. After all, you can’t have kids yourself, so this is a good chance for you to ‘experience the joy of fatherhood.’” I clenched my fists, my expression darkening. “Is there more?” Auntie Linda nodded, lowering her voice. “They’re saying that since you don’t have an heir, this child could be adopted under your name. That way, the Whitmore family fortune will pass to him.” I let out a sharp laugh, cold as ice. The Shores were utterly shameless. If that’s the game they wanted to play, I would humor them—for now. By the time evening rolled around, the sound of a car starting outside jolted me back to five years ago, when my obsession with Madison began. Back then, I had been determined to marry Madison, no matter how hard my parents tried to dissuade me. At the time, my parents had already arranged a potential union with the Holden family, which they fully supported. After all, the Whitmore and Holden families were the pinnacle of Hampton Ridge’s elite—who wouldn’t want that match? But I had no romantic interest in Sierra Holden. To me, she was like a little sister. From the moment I first met Madison, my entire heart belonged to her, and I lost all interest in Sierra. I constantly told my parents, “Madison isn’t like other girls. Give her a chance, and you’ll see for yourselves how special she is.” But they insisted I had given Sierra false hope, which explained why she kept finding excuses to visit our house. At the time, I didn’t care what Sierra felt. All I wanted was to marry Madison as soon as possible. The day I met Madison, it was pouring rain. She stood under a tree, drenched in her white dress, her hair plastered to her face from the rain. Her wide eyes looked so innocent and vulnerable, like a startled doe. Ignoring the mockery of my college roommates, I grabbed an umbrella and ran to her, offering to walk her back to her dorm in the downpour. She thanked me, but I boldly asked for her number, claiming it was only fair. That evening, I added her on social media. When I introduced myself, she sent back a voice message that sounded like bells ringing in springtime: “Oh, Andrew Whitmore—I’ve heard so much about you.” From then on, I made every excuse to bump into her outside her dorm. I even dragged myself to early morning classes just to sit near her—something I’d never done before. It only took one look to seal my fate. I was head over heels, willingly becoming Madison’s loyal knight. 3， After our wedding, Madison said she didn’t want to be a stay-at-home wife. She wanted to work at my company, even if it was as a low-level employee. How could I let her settle for a mere desk job? I made her my personal secretary. Madison was quick to learn, grasping every concept effortlessly. With my guidance, she soon made small strides in investment management. She said she wanted to achieve something bigger and stand beside me as an equal. I believed I should support her dreams, though my parents and friends urged caution. Before the wedding, my parents had warned me repeatedly that Madison wasn’t the right match. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was her love. After we got married, her parents’ lives improved drastically. They quit their low-paying jobs and relied entirely on the generous monthly allowances I sent. They enjoyed an early retirement, living comfortably and bragging about their daughter’s status as Whitmore Industries’ Vice President—claiming she’d soon take over as CEO. Even distant relatives who hadn’t spoken to the Shores in generations came knocking, asking Madison for favors. She was too polite to refuse, so I stepped in to solve every problem for her. From family weddings to funerals, I supported all their needs. I didn’t mind these demands—after all, with the resources of the Whitmore family, they were insignificant. But Madison never knew the truth. Just days before our wedding, Sierra Holden came to see me. She offered to transfer 10% of her family’s holdings to me, saying that if I ever regretted my decision, she’d always be there waiting. I laughed at her, saying, “You’re overthinking this. I’ve always had impeccable taste, and I’m not wrong about Madison either.” I couldn’t have been more wrong. Everyone else saw Madison for what she truly was, but I was blinded. After the wedding, I did everything to make her happy. I quit smoking and drinking, gave up late-night business meetings, and went straight home after work. I even hired chefs from all over the world to prepare meals for her, hoping to win her favor. My best friend, Tyler Morgan, often teased me, saying I’d become a “24-karat husband” under Madison’s thumb. Her parents sang my praises to anyone who would listen, telling everyone how lucky Madison was to have me. But no matter what I did, Madison always found fault in me. I thought it was because I wasn’t good enough. Now I realize she only saw me as a stepping stone for her own ambitions. She never loved me. No matter how hard I tried, I would never be enough. 4， Despite my objections, they allowed Jeremy Langston to move into my house. That evening, Jeremy knocked on my study door, asking me to join them for dinner. When I ignored him, he turned on his fake sincerity. “Mr. Whitmore, are you still upset with me? Everything I’ve done has been for Madison’s sake. If you can’t stand me, I’ll stay out of your way.” I opened the door, annoyed, and saw Jeremy with his usual pitiful expression, acting like a victim. Madison came upstairs, clutching the railing as if climbing Everest, and scolded me for “harassing” Jeremy. “It’s not his fault,” she said, giving him a tender look. “Go downstairs and eat. Don’t let him ruin your appetite.” Jeremy hesitated but eventually pulled a cheap-looking watch from his pocket. “This is something I modified myself,” he said. “I know it’s not up to your standards, Mr. Whitmore, but consider it a gift. Let’s get along for Madison’s sake.” I sneered. “If you can’t even give a proper gift, don’t embarrass yourself.” Madison’s face twisted with fury, and she slapped me hard. “Andrew Whitmore! Jeremy is trying so hard to make peace, and you humiliate him like this?!” “I’m pregnant, and I can’t afford to get upset. If you keep pushing Jeremy, you’re trying to kill me and the baby!” Her self-righteousness obliterated any lingering affection I had for her. I looked at the pair of them with cold disdain and struck Jeremy twice, hard enough to draw blood. Madison screamed, “How dare you hit him!” “If it weren’t for your pregnancy, I’d have slapped you instead,” I growled. “Do you think I, Andrew Whitmore, will tolerate this humiliation?” Hearing the commotion, Patricia rushed upstairs to mediate. “Andrew, Madison is pregnant and emotional. Don’t take it to heart.” When I remained silent, Patricia tugged on Madison’s sleeve, urging her to apologize. “Apologize to Andrew. You went too far.” Madison pouted, refusing to back down. Apologizing wasn’t in her nature. “Madison!” Patricia snapped, giving her a light slap. Finally, Madison muttered through gritted teeth, “Fine. I shouldn’t have hit you, but you shouldn’t have hit Jeremy either.” Her “apology” only deepened my disappointment. That night, I stayed locked in my study, ignoring the world. Auntie Linda brought me dinner out of pity. 5， The next day, I stayed in bed until noon, finally waking up to the sounds of them preparing lunch downstairs. Without sparing them a glance, I grabbed my keys and left the house. At work, my secretary informed me that rumors had spread. Somehow, everyone now knew Madison had gone off for six months and returned pregnant. The whispers in the office were relentless, full of ridicule and gossip. Shortly after leaving the office, Madison texted me, demanding I bring her some health supplements. “Oh, and don’t forget to grab that new designer bag that came out yesterday,” she added. “It’ll make me feel better.” Reading her message, I could almost see her haughty expression, as though she was still the queen of the castle. Once, I would have done anything to keep her happy. Now? She’s no one to me. I quickly replied, “Ask the baby’s father to buy it for you. It’ll be more fitting.” Not long after I sent the message, Auntie Linda called me. “Jeremy just helped himself to the supplements your mother sent over this morning. He said it’s for the baby’s health.” I clenched the phone. “And what else?” Auntie Linda let out an annoyed huff. “Madison’s parents didn’t say a word to stop him. They even seemed proud, telling him, ‘If Madison can eat it, it’s fair game.’” My chest tightened. My health had never been great, and my mother would occasionally send me carefully chosen supplements to help me stay strong. But now, her love and care were being exploited by these leeches. Even Patricia, who always prided herself on manners, condoned it. If they were this shameless, there was no need for me to keep up appearances. I returned to the office, called an emergency board meeting, and reorganized key responsibilities. Then, I made the final announcement: “Effective immediately, Madison Shore is removed from her position as Vice President. She is no longer authorized to enter company premises.”
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