Chapter 4

When my father-in-law called, I was in my office reviewing project reports.

His tone was no longer the anger from the police station, but a condescending firmness.

"Bradley, come home tonight. Let's sit down as a family and talk this through properly."

"Don't bring the lawyer. This is a family matter."

I agreed and gladly accepted the invitation.

But I brought Wade, and I brought a projector.

At my father-in-law's house, all the lights were on.

My relatives, their relatives—the living room was packed full.

This setup looked like a family trial.

As soon as I walked in, Kingsley rushed over, crying pitifully, her makeup smeared.

"Bradley, I was wrong. Please forgive me this once, okay? Let's not get divorced..."

I sidestepped her. She stumbled and fell to the floor, crying even harder.

One of her relatives, Margaret, said condescendingly:

"Bradley, look at you, treating Kingsley like this."

"Men need to be broad-minded. Who hasn't made mistakes? You should be forgiving when you can."

"Besides, Kingsley only fed that man chicken soup. They didn't do anything inappropriate."

I laughed coldly inside.

Nothing inappropriate?

They didn't know I still had the video of Kingsley and that man having wild sex.

My mother-in-law chimed in: "That's right. Making a scene at the police station, and now you want a divorce. If word gets out, where does that leave both our families' reputations? Kingsley's reputation is ruined too."

The persuasive voices buzzed around like flies.

My father-in-law cleared his throat, delivering the final summary.

"Bradley, we called everyone here today as witnesses. Kingsley knows she was wrong, and you should cool down. Let this matter pass. We're still family going forward."

I waited until everyone finished speaking before slowly opening my mouth.

"Are you all done?"

Ignoring their stunned expressions, I set up the projector on my own, pointing the white screen at the wall.

"Since this is a family trial, let everyone see what the truth really is."

I pressed play.

What appeared on the screen wasn't the footage of Kingsley feeding soup.

It was another surveillance clip.

The time stamp showed the second night of my business trip.

In the bedroom, Kingsley wore sexy lingerie, drinking my rare wine collection with that man Howard.

Kingsley laughed and said, "Bradley's just a block of wood. All he knows is making money. He has no sense of romance at all, not like you—you understand art, you understand romance."

Howard put his arm around her shoulder. "Once I get back on my feet, we'll travel the world together and live the life we want."

Kingsley leaned into his embrace, her face filled with longing.

"Well, you'd better hurry. I don't want to look at that poker face anymore."

"Don't worry. Once I get half the shares of his company, we'll be free."

Then Howard kissed her mouth and tore her black stockings.

Kingsley blushed and straddled Howard's lap.

Slowly, the two began making shameless moaning sounds.

Kingsley even shamelessly said, "Cum inside me, make me pregnant please."

The living room fell instantly silent.

The relatives who'd just been urging me to be magnanimous sat dumbfounded, their expressions more colorful than a palette.

Kingsley's face couldn't be described as merely pale—it was the gray of death.

My father-in-law and mother-in-law's bodies trembled slightly.

I turned off the projector. My voice wasn't loud, but clear enough for everyone to hear.

"From today on, all joint cards and supplementary cards under our names have been frozen."

I looked at Kingsley and said, word by word:

"Your expenses are now your own responsibility."

Then my gaze turned to my father-in-law, who could barely stand.

"I forgot to tell you. That biggest order your company got last quarter—I arranged it through my mentor's connections."

"I've already spoken with their CEO. The partnership ends here."

My father-in-law shot to his feet, pointing at me, lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

I helped up my parents, who had remained silent throughout, and headed for the door.

Behind me came Kingsley's desperate wails and my father-in-law's furious roars.

I didn't look back.

When cutting weeds, you must remove the roots.