At my twenty-fourth birthday party, my fiancée's sponsored student almost died from an allergic reaction to a fruit wine I gave him. That day, I discovered the ambiguous, intertwined feelings between them. I insisted on breaking the engagement, but Chloe brought both our parents and cried in front of me, begging for my forgiveness. Under the persuasion of our parents, considering the five-billion-dollar partnership between our two families, I compromised. But on the third day after our wedding, she got into a car accident. Her lower body was severely injured, rendering her unable to be intimate. To prevent her from being blamed by my family, I had to lie to the outside world, claiming I preferred the DINK lifestyle and didn't want children. Four years later, on a foreign variety show, I saw my wife, Chloe, playing games with a little girl. After some investigation, I discovered that four years ago, Chloe had settled abroad with Liam. She even gave birth to his daughter, Emma, and was currently pregnant with another. I stormed into her office to confront her, only to accidentally overhear her talking with a friend. "Just to punish your husband for giving Liam a glass of wine, you faked a car accident and haven't let him touch you for four years? You're really something." Chloe casually examined her new manicure and sneered, "Who told him to almost kill Liam back then? This is his lesson." "When my daughter with Liam grows up, I might consider bringing her back to let him acknowledge her as his daughter. He has the title of my legitimate husband and gets a daughter for free. He should be content." My body felt like it was plunged into an ice cellar. So, all these four years of visiting doctors and praying to gods everywhere, my bottomless tolerance towards her, were all a punishment for a single glass of wine. Since that's the case, this marriage of convenience can go to hell. 1 The conversation inside continued. "Chloe, honestly, your husband treats you really well. A pampered rich kid, traveling everywhere to find famous doctors for you, even kowtowing up the mountain to pray for blessings." "Isn't it a bit too cruel to treat him like this? Making him celibate for life, growing old without children, it's a bit..." Chloe's mocking laughter rang out. "This is the price he pays for hurting Liam." "So what if he's a rich kid? Does that mean he can bully Liam just because he has no one to rely on? I'm just making him taste the bitterness others have suffered, so he doesn't spend his whole life only knowing how to bully people." Her friend sighed. "Chloe, aren't you afraid your husband will find out the truth and make a huge scene demanding a divorce?" Chloe's gaze immediately sharpened. "Autumn, you didn't get soft-hearted and tell him, did you?" Autumn shook her head, helplessly looking down and sipping her tea. Chloe's cold voice continued. "Don't you dare ruin my big plan. I've been plotting this for half a year." "Since I promised Liam I wouldn't let him touch me for the rest of his life, and that our children will be the sole heirs of both families, I can't let Liam down." Chloe's tone was full of warning, terrified of leaking any information, failing her scheme, and making her Liam sad. I couldn't help but recall those bitter nights. My desires were clearly about to explode, yet I endured and didn't touch her. It was hard on her to fake heartache, trying to use various little tricks to help me release. At that time, I even thought she had no choice either. It turns out she was just keeping herself pure for her little lover. I listened to the conversation inside in humiliation, my heart feeling like it was pierced by ten thousand ice swords. So she wasn't just treacherous, she was vicious. These four years, amidst the gossip of high society, enduring the humiliation, I gritted my teeth and bore it all. My knees still bore the scars from kneeling while praying for blessings, stinging every time it rained. Back then, I devoutly hung the amulet I prayed for around Chloe's neck. What was she doing then? Rolling in the sheets with her sponsored student, enjoying paradise, even mocking my stupidity and pitying me. Then letting her group of friends judge me with sympathetic and mocking eyes. I wiped away my tears, turned and left, and canceled the American specialist I had booked for Chloe. The person on the other end asked in surprise, "Mr. Vance, this is Professor Chemistry, whom you pulled so many strings to get. Why are you suddenly canceling?" I laughed self-deprecatingly, "Because my wife is cured, and she even gave birth to a beautiful daughter." 2 That night, when Chloe came back, I almost couldn't control the urge to rush over and tear her apart. I wanted to confront her, why did she lie to me like this? Was it really just because I gave Liam a glass of fruit wine? For four whole years, the torment I suffered, from sadness to worry, even preparing to live a monk's life with her forever, all ended up being just a joke. I watched Chloe calmly walk into the living room, throw herself into my arms, tilt her head up, and kiss the corner of my mouth. "Hubby, I learned some new tricks tonight. I want to make you happy too." I stared fixedly at Chloe, trying to see if there was a trace of guilt or a guilty conscience on her face. Finally, I gritted my teeth and nodded. "Okay!" That night, Chloe washed up and wore a bathrobe, while I lay naked on the bed as she requested. She raised an eyebrow and winked at me. I sneered, carefully examining her expression. Following her line of sight, I finally discovered the anomaly. In the eyes of the huge wedding photo opposite the bed, there was a faint glimmer of light. I instantly understood. She clearly didn't love me, so why was she willing to use various little tricks to please me? Before I could react, Chloe threw off the thin blanket covering me, exposing my naked body. Thinking about who might be on the other end of that micro-camera? A wave of nausea washed over me. I vomited with a "bleh," spraying it right onto Chloe. Chloe immediately frowned in disgust and pushed me away. "Arthur, if you're disgusted by me, just say so. There's no need to be so disgusting." "From today on, go sleep in the guest room. No need to force yourself." If it were in the past, I definitely would have patiently coaxed her, then willingly tried again and again, enduring the humiliation and anger. But this time, I just silently stood up, looked at her coldly, said "Okay," and turned to walk out. Chloe froze, then with a bang, a teacup was smashed onto the floor. "Arthur, I knew you weren't sincere towards me! It's only been four years, and you're already disgusted by me, aren't you?" I paused, turned back, and looked at her self-deprecatingly. "Chloe, aren't you disgusted?" Chloe looked at the seemingly knowing expression on my face and couldn't help but freeze. All her accusations instantly stiffened on her face, her eyes darting around guiltily. "Arthur, what nonsense are you talking about? We're a loving couple, what's disgusting about that?" I slammed the door shut, never wanting to look at her again. That once pure and elegant aura was now only left with shameless disgust. The next day, while she was at work, I decisively hired a private investigator. When the private investigator placed the investigated information and videos in front of me, I instantly slumped into my chair. In that moment, I had the urge to take a knife and hack her to pieces. Chloe, how could you deceive someone like this? Aren't you afraid of going to hell? Since that's the case, the evil you have committed, I will definitely repay double. 3 I holed up at home for three whole days, unable to face those videos. Even less daring to imagine how many people had seen them. When Chloe came back, she saw me sitting by the window, drunk. She came over, took my arm, and sighed. "Arthur, I'm sorry. Did someone gossip again? If you really can't stand it, let's get a divorce." She looked so sad, so deeply in love. I calmly pushed her away and stared dead into her eyes, trying to see a fraction of sadness, trying to see if my sacrifices over the years were worth even a little bit. "Chloe, I didn't do anything wrong. Why treat me like this?" Chloe froze completely, then her eyes reddened with grievance. "Arthur, I can't please you. I understand if you despise me, but I really don't want to leave you." Saying that, she hugged me and cried. At this moment, I seemed to see the Chloe from ten years ago. Back then, she followed me around all day, calling me "Brother Arthur," bringing the best pastries to my hands. When climbing mountains with me, she chattered like a happy little sparrow. Under the brilliant starlight, the young girl's eyes were brighter than the stars. She held my hand tightly. "Brother Arthur, I don't want to leave you in this lifetime. Let's be together forever, okay?" Back then, I thought we would have a forever future. Until Chloe and I went playing in the mountains and met fourteen-year-old Liam. He was being held down by several men, trying to lift him onto a tricycle. He knelt on the ground, struggling desperately and begging, "Dad, don't give me away. I'll go up the mountain to chop wood, I'll go to the fields to plant vegetables, I can make money." Tears mixed with dust plastered his dark face, his hair messy and rough. From the murmurs of the people around, I learned that it was his father, wanting to sell him to an illegal brick factory as a laborer to get money to build a house. I immediately felt pity, scolded those people away, and protected him behind me. In the end, after an argument, Chloe gave all our travel expenses to Liam's dad, saving him, and promised to sponsor his education in the future. I didn't expect that after graduating from college, Liam would run straight to the city to find Chloe and stay by her side as an assistant. He constantly played the victim, acting timid and subservient in front of me, as if I were bullying him. Chloe said more than once that Liam was timid, telling me not to be forceful when speaking to him, to be gentle. I thought he was just naturally unpresentable. I didn't expect he was deliberately digging traps for me. Until my birthday, I kindly handed him a glass of fruit wine. "Liam, let me introduce you to some friends. Hang out with them more in the future." I didn't expect that after taking just two sips, he would clutch his stomach and say I forced him to drink, intentionally causing his allergy. He cried hoarsely, clutching his stomach and collapsing into Chloe's arms. That day, Chloe looked at me with eyes like poisoned arrows. In the end, she said nothing and rushed Liam to the hospital. That day, I was also furious. I had a huge fight with Chloe and wanted to break the engagement. Ultimately, under her pleading and the mediation of both our parents, I naively thought the matter was just over. But I didn't expect the seed of resentment had already been planted. Chloe believed I intentionally tried to kill Liam and began using her whole life to punish me. I apathetically raised my hand, touched her head, and sneered, "Chloe, if you had to choose between me and Liam, who would you be reluctant to leave?" A flash of panic immediately appeared in Chloe's eyes. "Arthur, why bring him up out of nowhere? Did you hear someone say something?" "I haven't contacted him for a long time, don't overthink it." I lowered my eyes, wiped away my tears, and stood up apathetically. "No one said anything." "I was just feeling sentimental. If I hadn't made Liam drink that glass of fruit wine back then, maybe you guys would have been together for five years." Seeing her expression visibly tense up and her back stiffen, she blurted out, "Arthur, how could I possibly be with a lowly mud-leg? I'd rather die alone in this life than be with him." I sneered, supporting my body and slowly walking towards the bedroom, clutching the message Liam had just sent me. "Arthur, do you know what Chloe says about you? A high-and-mighty rich kid, not even as good as a gigolo in a club." "Oh right, to prove her sincerity to me, every time you act slutty, she specifically video calls me. I thought it shouldn't go to waste, so I did a live broadcast. The fans watching exceeded a million. Everyone praised you for being slutty enough." Chloe, if you betray me, I will never let this go. I will make sure you get your retribution. 4 I silently deleted all the messages, without questioning or roaring. Because I know, if roaring could solve problems, the ruler of this world wouldn't be the tiger, but the donkey. The five-year project between our two families was successfully completed. I specifically chose Blueberry Manor and invited all relatives, friends, and partners to celebrate together. On this day, I specially prepared a huge gift for Chloe. She even giggled and asked me what I had prepared. I just smiled and told her, it would be something she'd never forget for the rest of her life. The crystal chandeliers of the cooperation celebration banquet reflected the mingling of guests. Chloe took my arm and walked onto the stage. As the confetti bloomed above our heads, it represented the success of the Vance-Smith cooperation. I smiled, took the contract, and secured the interests belonging to the Vance family. Amidst thunderous applause, I took the microphone, my gaze sweeping across the entire venue. "Distinguished guests, relatives, and friends, today is not only the successful conclusion of the Vance-Smith cooperation, but also the fifth anniversary of my marriage with Chloe." "Today, I have a big gift I want to give her, to let everyone witness Chloe's true feelings for me over these five years." As the applause died down, a few bodyguards carried in two large boxes, even wrapped with exquisite silk bows. I chuckled lightly and pushed Chloe in front of the boxes, signaling her with my eyes to open them. The entire venue instantly fell dead silent. Everyone craned their necks, curiously looking at the wide boxes, wondering what precious gift I would give. Chloe looked at me sweetly, then reached out, undid the latch, and flipped open the lid of the box with a smack. Under her shocked gaze, a man slowly stood up from the box. The moment he looked up and saw Chloe in front of him, he immediately burst out crying and hugged her tightly. "Wife, you scared me to death! Didn't you tell me to bring our daughter back to attend the celebration?" "Getting stuffed into a box right after getting off the plane, it's really, too scary." Saying that, he turned his tears into laughter and hugged Chloe's waist. After three seconds of silence, the entire venue suddenly erupted in an uproar. "What's going on? Why is this man calling Chloe 'wife'?" "And brought a daughter? Isn't Chloe infertile?" Chloe's face changed drastically. She immediately spun around and flipped open the other box. Her daughter was inside, eyes tightly shut, sleeping soundly. Chloe was immediately horrified. She lunged over, snatched the child out, and shouted loudly. But the little one just slumped her head on her shoulder, motionless. Chloe panicked. After patting her a few times, she cast her gaze on me. "Arthur, what did you do to Emma?" I sneered and walked forward, staring at her with chilling eyes. "Chloe, why are you so nervous? Could it be this is your daughter?" "Oh, right, I forgot. Our Ms. Smith was injured in a car accident, she probably couldn't give birth to such a cute child." Saying that, the ring on my hand gently traced across the child's cheek, leaving a red mark. Chloe froze. Without pondering for even a second, she forced a smile onto her panicked face. "Arthur, don't misunderstand. This child... this child..." In a rush, even someone as shrewd as Chloe couldn't find a suitable excuse for a moment. Suddenly she seemed to think of something and immediately presented the child in front of me. "Arthur, this child is Liam's little niece. Liam knew we couldn't have children. To repay our kindness, he specially gave this child to us to be our daughter." As she spoke, her voice steadied, becoming excited for finding such a good excuse. "Arthur, look how cute this child is. Haven't you always wanted a child? Good people get good rewards. Liam is grateful for our sponsorship and really gave us a child." Seeing the child in my hands, Liam couldn't help but get anxious. Just as he was about to rush over, Chloe grabbed his arm and glared him back. I slowly stroked the child's soft hair. My sharp ring traced across the child's delicate face again and again, leaving white marks. Watching Liam's eyes turn red with anxiety, admiring Chloe nervously swallowing and her eyes darting around. Suddenly, I grabbed the child by the neck and sharply rebuked, "Liam, you almost died by my hands once. Do you want your daughter to die by my hands too?" Liam was horrified. A high-pitched yell echoed through the hall. "Arthur, that's Chloe's daughter! You can't hurt her!"
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