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Chapter 1 His Wife's Lie Skysouth City, Imperial Residences. As the state capital, this area had sky-high housing prices. Imperial Residences was one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the city. Henry Zeigler was 29. Even though he'd graduated from Skysouth University, there was no way he could afford a place here on his own. The only reason he lived here was because of his CEO wife, Luciana Scott. After graduation, he worked as a librarian at Skysouth University. The pay was fine, but compared to Luciana, who was worth millions, his salary barely counted. "Honey, try to come home early tonight." "I've got to work overtime. I'll stay at my parents' place tonight. You can handle dinner yourself." "Again? But today is our—" "Work came up. That's it. I'm hanging up." Beep ... beep ... beep ... Hearing the busy tone, Henry shook his head helplessly. He'd wanted to remind her it was their sixth wedding anniversary. But from the sound of it, she had completely forgotten. He didn't blame her. Lately, her company was in trouble and needed a huge sum of money. She'd been working nonstop, so skipping dinner at home had become normal. On the dining table, there were candles and a bottle of wine he'd bought. His romantic dinner plan was now on hold. Henry took a deep breath, stood up, and started on his chores. He was tall and good-looking. Even close to 30, his eyes still had that sharp, determined spark. He looked like the saying went, "May you live half your life and keep a youthful heart." His past shaped him a lot. When he was ten, his parents drowned while saving someone else. He grew up in an orphanage, buried himself in books, and rarely talked to anyone. Even after graduating, he picked a librarian job to stay away from social interaction. He was quiet and introverted, but that didn't make him any less impressive. Not even 30 yet, he already had a PhD in economics. Still, compared to his wife's success, Henry kept a low profile. He didn't mind being a homemaker. With her money, they were basically set for life. Luciana was a year younger and the CEO of the Scott Group. Plus, she was stunning, with a figure that turned heads. She was famous in Skysouth. Back in university, Henry accidentally spilled her juice in the library. He treated her to dinner to make up for it. That one dinner sparked something, and six months later, they were officially dating. After marriage, they were close and hardly ever argued. The only real tension came from her family. The Scotts couldn't accept a guy from the countryside, especially an orphan, as their daughter's husband. After mopping the floor, Henry sat on the couch and picked up his book right where he'd left off. It was in Anglish, but he had no problem reading it. Today, though, he couldn't focus. He'd read a line and immediately forget it. His thoughts kept drifting. Feeling restless, he grabbed his phone, thinking about watching some short videos. But then, he stared at an app. It was the car tracker he'd installed when he bought his car, just in case it ever got stolen. It showed the car's location in real time. Since Luciana's car had a small scrape a few days ago and was at the dealership, she had borrowed his car today. On a whim, Henry opened the app. A map of Skysouth City appeared. His car was parked at the Scott Group building. Luciana was truly working late. Henry breathed in relief, feeling a little guilty for doubting her. But then, the GPS dot moved. His pupils shrank. Luciana had just left the office. She wasn't working late. She'd lied! Henry's face darkened. Without hesitating, he grabbed his keys, jumped on his scooter, and sped out of the complex. His heart pounded as he followed the GPS. Soon, he spotted his Audi across the street. It was parked at the Gilded International Hotel. Looking up at the fancy sign, Henry grew anxious. His scooter was still across the street. To reach the car, he'd have to circle around. Sitting there, he stared intently at his Audi. Soon, the car door opened. A flawless figure stepped out. Her long hair flowed over a sleek black dress that hugged her figure. Her fair neck and curves seemed ready to spill from the fabric, while her slender waist accentuated the fullness of her hips. She strode in black heels, each step radiating irresistible allure. It was her. Years of sharing a bed let Henry recognize Luciana immediately. But that wasn't all. A moment later, the passenger door opened, and a young man in a suit got out. They met behind the car. Henry couldn't hear what was said, but Luciana's face lit up with a radiant smile. Henry's heart skipped. But the next second, what they did crushed him. Luciana naturally linked arms with the man like a couple, laughing as they walked into the hotel. Henry watched everything, his chest twisting with pain. His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone and snapped photos, not stopping until they vanished inside the hotel. He gritted his teeth so hard it almost hurt. Anger boiled inside him, ready to explode. Why would she betray me?! He couldn't handle it. Thinking that, he called Luciana with trembling hands. "Sorry, the number you dialed is busy—" "Damn it! That bitch!" His eyes were red and bloodshot. He tried to video call her, but she rejected it again. Taking a deep breath, he lit a cigarette, forcing himself to calm down. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. He climbed off the scooter and marched across the street. Running away wasn't an option. No matter how painful the truth, he had to face it. Henry entered the hotel lobby, his face grim as he went straight to the reception. "Sir, would you like to check in?" the receptionist asked politely, smiling professionally. He didn't waste time. By now, that cheating pair was probably in the shower. He opened his photo album and showed her a photo. "These two just arrived. I need to know what room they're in." The receptionist's smile faltered, turning awkward. "I'm sorry, sir, but hotel policy protects our guests' privacy." Henry's glare was sharp. "She's my wife. I still have a chance to fix this. Just tell me where they are." His expression made the receptionist shiver. She studied the photo carefully. After a moment, she let out a sigh of relief and returned to her professional smile. "Sir, you're mistaken. They didn't check in. They probably went to the restaurant on the second floor." Chapter 2 His Wife Is Panicked "They didn't check in?" Henry blurted it out, completely thrown by the receptionist's answer. He knew the second floor had a restaurant, but it hadn't crossed his mind. "Yes, sir. They just arrived a little while ago. They haven't checked in yet," the receptionist said with a polite smile. So they're just here for dinner? Henry exhaled slowly, then a cold smirk crept across his face. That intimate scene at the hotel entrance hadn't been fake. When a married woman lied to her husband and openly held another man's arm in public, that was betrayal. Henry couldn't let it slide. "Thanks," he said, heading toward the elevator. His footsteps were noticeably lighter than when he first entered. ... Second floor, Gilded International Hotel's restaurant. The place was quiet. Soft piano music floated in the air, and only a few guests were scattered around, talking softly. By the window, Luciana sat across from a young, handsome man. "Luciana, the Scott Group isn't completely yours anyway. If you join my project, a 50 million investment could easily double. Your net worth would skyrocket." Ethan Thompson grinned, full of confidence. Luciana swirled her wine and smiled. "Thanks for the opportunity, Ethan. Cheers." He laughed, clinked glasses with her, and drained half his wine in a single gulp. "Alright, I finally got you out for dinner. No business talk tonight. We've known each other a long time. You know how I feel about you. So, what's your answer?" He teased, eyes lingering on her delicate face. His gaze was sincere but with something more behind it. Luciana tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. "Joking again? Don't you have plenty of pretty girls around? What about that Libby from a few days ago? You're still seeing her, right?" Ethan laughed. "None of them compares to you! Seriously, if you divorced that bookworm, I'd talk to my dad right now and marry you!" The "bookworm" he meant was obviously Henry. He literally spent all day in the library and at home, buried in books. There was no denying it. Thinking about Henry made Luciana's smile falter for a split second, but she quickly masked it. She sipped her wine and replied, "Don't joke like that. Even if I divorced him, I wouldn't be enough for you. Your family would never agree. Let's just focus on the investment." "How can you be sure if you don't even try? Or ... are you actually attached to that bookworm? I doubt you have real feelings for him." Luciana tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, but he leaned closer. He stared at hers, his presence almost suffocating. "Feelings, huh?" Luciana paused, then replied flatly, "Even if it's just a pet I've cared for years, I'd still feel something." "But a pet can't help you. It might even hold you back. Come with me—that's your chance to join the billionaires' club!" He didn't give up. Instead, he reached out and held Luciana's soft, fair hand. She frowned and calmly pulled it back. Just as she was about to speak, she noticed him looking behind her in surprise. Confused, she turned and then froze. "Henry, why ... why are you here?" Henry, who had just tracked her down, was standing behind her. Seeing them together like a couple, Henry felt his chest twist with pain. He said coldly, "What? Am I interrupting your date?" Luciana took a deep breath and questioned, "You followed me?" Henry caught the irritation in her voice and smirked. She was unbelievable. She'd been caught with another man, yet she still dared to ask if he was following her. He let out a cold, sharp laugh. "Luciana, I never thought you'd sink this low. Working overtime in someone else's bed tonight?" His words were blunt and harsh. Luciana's face instantly darkened. The diners also started staring and whispering. Some even pulled out their phones, probably to record. Seeing the situation, Ethan stayed quiet. He leaned back in the chair with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a meaningful smile. "You went too far! I'm here for work, not some shady nonsense you're imagining. Go home first. I'll explain everything tonight." Luciana's cheeks flamed, but her voice didn't waver. She'd always been strong-willed. For five years, she called the shots at home, while Henry rarely voiced his opinions. Even now, she tried to assert herself, insisting he leave and hoping to end the scene. But this time, she miscalculated. Henry didn't hesitate and grabbed her arm. "Come home with me." She resisted, yelping, "Henry! What are you doing?!" Her defiance made something twist painfully in his chest. Just then, a hand landed on Henry's shoulder. Ethan chuckled. "Hey, man, forcing a woman isn't cool." He looked smug, like he'd already won. After all, Luciana wasn't going anywhere with her husband. But nobody saw what came next. Henry was a ticking bomb, and Ethan had just lit the fuse. "Who the hell are you? Get lost!" Before thinking twice, Henry kicked Ethan square in the stomach. He was tall and usually worked out when he wasn't reading, so his strength was impressive. And he didn't hold anything back. Ethan grunted and flew back, sliding 15 feet across the shiny floor. Everything happened so fast. No one expected Henry to go that far. Luciana gasped in shock. "Are you insane?!" After kicking Ethan, Henry shot her a frosty look. "Stay or go. Your choice." Then, he turned and walked out of the restaurant. Luciana stared after him, stunned. She'd never seen Henry like that. He looked brutal and cold. For five years, he'd kept a low profile. She'd thought of him as gentle, thoughtful, always gazing at her with affection. Somehow, she'd labelled him a coward. But now, that image was shattered. It wasn't until he vanished from view that she snapped out of it. She jumped to her feet, panic rushing through her. She was seriously unsettled. That side of Henry unnerved her. ... Outside the hotel, Henry lit a cigarette. Two minutes later, the click of heels reached him. He turned, sneering. "Not staying with your lover?" Luciana scowled. "Can you stop being disgusting? I was just having dinner with him. It's not what you think. I said I was working late, so you wouldn't misunderstand. And you were completely out of line today. Do you even know who he is? Kicking him could be serious." "He's cheating with my wife, and I'm supposed to care about the consequences?" "Stop talking nonsense! Don't say things like that. I'm your wife. Can't you trust me?" "Until today, I trusted everything you said blindly. Whatever. We'll settle this at home. This isn't over." Henry flicked the cigarette away and walked toward his Audi. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Luciana sat in the passenger seat, glancing at Henry. From that angle, she could see his sharp jawline and the anger simmering under his calm face. She frowned, irritated. She figured there was no need to make a big deal out of something so minor. Henry, I never imagined you could be so petty. Guess I misjudged you. Along the way, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the car was depressing. Ten minutes later, they pulled into the underground parking of Imperial Residences. "Let's go." Henry's voice was cold as he strode toward the elevator. Their apartment was on the tenth floor—two units per elevator, almost 4,000 square feet. He scanned his fingerprint, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Luciana was fuming by now. She felt she had already given him enough respect. All she did was have dinner with someone. Yet her husband had barged in, made a scene, and even hit her friend. In the end, she'd left her injured friend behind just to go home with him. Thinking about it, she got even angrier. She marched in, ready to speak her mind. But as Henry turned on the lights, her eyes fell on the dining table. She froze. Roses, red wine, candles? Is this a candlelit dinner? What day is it? Then it hit her—today was their wedding anniversary! Guilt rushed over her. She inhaled deeply and forced a sweet smile. "Honey! I'm so sorry. I didn't realize—" She was about to apologize. After all, she had dinner with another man on their anniversary. That was definitely wrong. But Henry cut her off. "Don't. None of that matters now." Looking at his gorgeous wife, he couldn't forget what he'd seen at the hotel entrance. Anger bubbled up inside him. He collapsed onto the couch and stared at her. "Tell me—when did it start? How far did it go?" Luciana frowned. "What are you talking about? Be specific." Henry sneered, lit a cigarette, and spat out, "Cheating." Her eyes went wide as she snapped, "What?! What do you take me for? I only had dinner with him! How can you accuse me like that? You owe me an apology—or we're done!" "Just dinner?" "Yes! You went way too far! You owe me—and him—an apology. You hit him. That's not something you can just sweep under the rug." "You want me to apologize to your lover?" Henry let out a sharp, furious laugh, pointing at her. "No way. I'm not as shameless as you!" "Ugh!" Luciana felt like she was losing it. Her husband seemed like a stranger. His usual gentleness and calmness were completely gone. Now he was cold and harsh. Without thinking, she snapped, "He's just a business partner—or at most, a regular friend! We're not as disgusting as you think! Henry, you're being unreasonable! We're done. You ... you're too much!" "Really?" She seethed, but Henry didn't care. He didn't even try to soothe her. Instead, he gave her a cold look, pulled out his phone, and sent her a photo. Luciana clenched her teeth and snatched up her phone. When she saw the photo, her face went pale. Her hands trembled so violently that the phone slipped from her grasp. "This is your so-called business partner? Just a friend?" Henry mocked. Her lips trembled. "It's not ... it's not what you think ... " Seeing her lost for words only made him angrier. He gritted his teeth. "Not what I think? Then tell me—what kind of wife deceives her husband, secretly links arms with another man, and goes out with him? I used to trust you completely. I love reading, and you love making money, so I made sure you never had to worry. No matter how exhausted you were, you always came home to warmth. "But don't think I'm weak! What you did is a betrayal. It's the ultimate humiliation to me! "You want me to apologize to him? I'd do more than kick him—I'd wish I could kill him!" Luciana had never seen Henry that furious. She shivered and hurriedly said, "Don't get the wrong idea. I haven't betrayed you, and I never will. "He's Ethan Thompson, the eldest son of Sunforge Architects. It's all business! His dad is the chairman, and Ethan started his own company. With his family's backing, he's going to make a fortune. I was just looking to invest in his project, so he invited me to dinner. Don't overthink it ... " She rushed her words, anxious and desperate to explain. That photo had completely thrown her off. But Henry wasn't buying it. He sneered. "So he's rich, huh? What are you waiting for? Dump me and run to him!" "Are you crazy?" Luciana snapped, furious at his sarcasm. "You truly want to push your wife into another man's arms? If I cared about money, I wouldn't have chosen you! You're just imagining things and making stuff up. I haven't done anything to betray you!" Henry was disappointed. To him, she was only making excuses. No woman would casually hold another guy's arm. That was something couples do. He sighed, stood up, and calmly headed to the door. "Forget it. There's nothing left to say. We're getting divorced." Henry couldn't tolerate even a hint of betrayal. He obsessed over trust. If Luciana couldn't ease his mind, there was no way they could stay together. "You ... What did you say? Divorce over something so dumb?" Luciana couldn't believe it. She never thought Henry would bring up divorce first. She'd always imagined she'd be the one to end things if needed. Henry ignored her. He only gave her a cold glare and walked out. "I'm not coming home tonight. Tomorrow at nine, we'll head to the courthouse and get it over with." Panic surged through her. If he left now, their marriage might truly be over. From now on, she'd be alone. No one cared for her—just a cold, empty house waiting for her. Her chest tightened, and a shiver ran through her. Without thinking, she grabbed Henry's arm. "Don't leave!" Henry glanced down, frowned, and snapped, "Let go of me!" Luciana held her ground. "No. This is your home. You're not going anywhere." "You can't stop me." Henry was determined to leave. He tugged his arm, trying to break free. He was strong, but Luciana held on with both hands. She held him so tightly that her knuckles turned white. For a moment, he couldn't shake her off. Frustration hit him. He spun, swinging his other hand without thinking. Smack! Both of them froze. They both froze. A red mark bloomed across Luciana's pale cheek. After a moment, Henry took a deep breath and said firmly, "Don't block me." Then, he turned and opened the door. "Henry! Don't you dare leave! If you go tonight, you'll regret it! "Didn't you want an explanation? I'll give it to you right now!" Henry glanced back at her. That slap had jolted her awake. She knew she had to come clean now.

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