Chapter 3

The private investigator's explanation finally put all the pieces of the puzzle together.

As it turned out, Sophie’s first affair was with her direct supervisor, Chris.

Chris and Henderson, the CEO of Vanguard Group, were longtime buddies. During a private party, Henderson laid his eyes on Sophie and wanted her.

Chris was incredibly "generous." He literally packaged Sophie up and gifted her to Henderson like a piece of property.

And just like that, Sophie naturally became Henderson’s plaything.

Chris was still somewhat normal—he only wanted his female employees to sleep with him occasionally.

But Henderson was a controlling freak, a complete psychopath.

Once he slept with a woman, he absolutely forbade anyone else from touching her, not even her legal husband.

He even hired a private medical team.

Every day, he would gather his twenty-four female employees and have the medical team examine them one by one.

If any woman was found to have had intercourse the night before, she would face brutal punishments.

And these women didn't dare to fight back. In fact, they tried their best to please him.

Not only because Henderson held serious dirt on them, but also because once they made him happy, the financial rewards he gave them were beyond imagination.

These secrets were kept tightly under wraps. I only found out because I used every connection and dollar I had to dig up the truth.

Knowing all of this made me want to vomit.

I couldn't believe there were people this sick and twisted in the world.

To satisfy his own sick desires, Henderson was playing with twenty-four women. That meant twenty-four families were being torn apart by this monster.

And I was one of his victims!

I’ve always been a decisive man.

The moment I got the evidence, I drafted a divorce agreement. Infidelity once means you're out forever.

I refused to let this green hat stay on my head for another second.

When I threw the divorce papers in front of Sophie, she panicked for a second, but she quickly regained her composure and said coldly:

"Well, Leo. It seems you found out."

I glared at her with pure hatred. "Don't you dare call my name, Sophie!"

"Selling your body and soul for a bit of cash, willing to be a plaything, being traded around like a piece of meat!"

"I don't have a shameless whore for a wife!"

"Sign these papers right now. We are done!"

Sophie didn't even look at the papers. She grabbed them, tore them to shreds, and shook her head.

"Divorce? Henderson said I'm not allowed to."

Hearing this, I lost my mind. "He said you're not allowed to? Who the hell is he to decide?!"

Sophie said righteously, "Because Henderson likes married women. He hates divorcees."

"To keep him happy, I am absolutely not divorcing you."

I pointed a shaking finger at her, my teeth grinding.

"Look at yourself! How are you any different from a dog? You've completely thrown away your dignity for money!"

Sophie let out a mocking laugh. "Dignity? How much is dignity worth? Can it buy me dinner?"

"Leo, I know this is hard for you to swallow."

"But we can make a deal. As long as you don't divorce me, I’ll give you one-third of all the money I get from Henderson."

"If I remember correctly, you have a thirty-year mortgage on this house, right?"

"If you cooperate with me, we can pay off your entire mortgage in less than two years. What do you think?"

Her words hit me like a physical blow.

To marry Sophie, I had taken out a massive loan to buy this house. After the down payment, I was saddled with a thirty-year mortgage.

My monthly salary was barely enough, and sometimes my income was unstable.

Every month, after paying the mortgage and bills, I could barely breathe from the financial stress.

And now, the crushing thirty-year mortgage could be paid off in just two years... if I just tolerated my wife's affair?

On one hand was my pride as a man; on the other hand was the brutal reality of life. I fell into a deep, painful struggle.