My Ex-Wife Stole My Money for Her Toy Boy, So I Ruined Her

The moment I pushed the door open, coming home early from my business trip, my blood ran cold.

Chloe, my precious wife whom I wouldn’t even let lift a finger around the house, was leaning cozily in the arms of Austin—the executive assistant I had personally promoted.

She was running her fingers down his face, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Austin, babe, as soon as I transfer all of Ethan’s assets under my name, I’ll divorce him. Then we can finally be together in the open."

Austin, the guy I built up from nothing, had teary eyes. He squeezed her hand, looking the picture of guilt.