Chapter 1

My CEO husband loved having his friends over for dinner. He always said it made us feel like a real family.

Watching me serve a table full of dishes, one of his friends grinned.

“You're truly the perfect wife, Eleanor! So gracious, so regal!”

My expression didn't change. I playfully asked, “Oh? What, do you mean there's a *different*, less generous 'Mrs. Blackwood' around?”

His friends froze, a flicker of panic in their eyes.

Julian just laughed, slinging an arm over my shoulder. “Don't listen to their nonsense, darling. Besides you, who else in this world could ever be my wife?”

Watching him act so nonchalant, I smiled.

But as I turned to leave, I dialed a number.

“Marcus, Julian Blackwood is cheating. Make sure he rots in jail.”

My brother on the other end of the line was silent for three seconds.

“Eleanor, are you sure? Julian Blackwood, he…”

I pulled off the wedding ring from my ring finger. The diamond felt like a shard of ice against my palm.

“For ten years, every single cufflink he owned was custom-made, imported from Milan.”

“But today, he was wearing a cheap, gaudy plastic flower. Marcus, do you really think that's a mistake?”

“You know I won't tolerate any injustice. Expose all the dirty deeds he's done over the years. And by the way, get me the best lawyer. I'm filing for divorce.”

My brother's voice was filled with fury. “Alright.”

Half an hour later, my phone received an encrypted file.

I clicked open the first photo: a seemingly innocent girl in a white shirt, her arm linked through his, was beaming at him, her smile absolutely radiant.

And on the wrist peeking out from her cuff, there was a wolf's head tattoo – identical to Julian's.

I didn't hesitate. I drove straight to his company.

A few minutes later, a girl with long, straight black hair, dressed in a white skirt, hurried out.

I glanced at her employee ID: Chloe Miller.

The moment she saw me, her face went instantly white. She instinctively tried to hide her hand behind her back.

But I still saw it: a custom-made Swiss watch.

Last year, for my birthday, I received a Swiss purchase record.

A three-million-dollar watch, a fifty-thousand-dollar necklace.

The necklace was carefully tucked away at home.

The watch was on her wrist.

I scoffed, stating directly, “Ms. Miller’s husband seems to have similar taste to mine. Even the custom-made watch designs are identical.”

Chloe trembled at my words, her red lips parted and closed several times before she finally stammered out a response.

“Oh… oh, really... Maybe all men just have similar taste.”

Her knuckles were white where she clutched the hem of her dress.

“Alright, stop pretending.”

“You’re the 'other Mrs. Blackwood,' aren’t you?”

Seeing me lay it all out, Chloe trembled even more, looking utterly panicked.

“Please don’t misunderstand, it was just that Mr. Blackwood fainted again from low blood sugar, and I simply helped him. Mr. Blackwood's friends thought I was very attentive and were just joking.”

“I’m truly sorry if I caused any misunderstanding.”

With that, she even exaggeratedly bowed ninety degrees to me.

She put on a pitiful, fragile act, the classic 'damsel in distress' routine. If I hadn't seen her manipulative tactics with Julian before, I might have actually fallen for it.

Half a month ago, she posted a video on social media.

A man was swiping his card at a luxury car dealership, next to a Porsche.

Her caption read: “A man's money shows where his heart truly lies.”

At that time, I was home with a fever, burning to the point of unconsciousness.

I called Julian, asking him to take me to the hospital.

He sounded flustered for a moment, but then his voice turned hoarse, as if suppressing something.

“Darling, I’ll have the housekeeper take you. I’m tied up with something urgent right now.”

An hour later, I was in the hospital, fighting pneumonia.

But she posted a photo lying in a car, a man's abs clearly defined, adorned with suggestive red marks.

The caption: “Both my new car and you will forever bear my mark.”

Julian rushed in, his shirt still half-unbuttoned.

He collapsed by my bedside, his eyes red-rimmed.

Back then, I naively thought he was worried about me. But now, I knew it was just the guilt of a cheating man.

A sudden wave of disgust washed over me. This cheap, manipulative woman wasn't even worth Julian betraying me for.

Too tired to watch her pitiful expressions, I turned and left.

But just as I got into my car, Julian called.

The moment I answered, his tone was frantic.

“Why did you suddenly decide to come to the company?”