Three years into our marriage, Liam became obsessed with a college student. Their love was passionate and fiery. I, meanwhile, continued to play the role of the gentle, understanding socialite wife, even thoughtfully covering for him in front of both our parents. That is, until he went to a private club to find his disobedient little girl and saw me sitting on a male model's lap, kissing him passionately. The usually aloof, dignified man saw red and smashed the club to pieces. 1 The little canary Liam was keeping on the side hadn't been very well-behaved lately. She actually went behind Liam's back and snuck over to the main estate, trying to get his grandfather to acknowledge her status. The old man was furious. I played along with Liam to defuse the situation, managing to get her out of there in one piece. The young girl followed behind us, her eyes red. The moment we stepped outside the carved iron gates of the estate, she immediately reached out and grabbed Liam's sleeve: "Liam, I'm not with you for the money!" She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. She looked so delicate and pitiable; it was no wonder Liam was completely infatuated with her. Obviously, the attitude of his grandfather and parents made her realize how massive the gap was between her and the Thorne family, which was why she was so desperate to explain herself the second she got out. Liam frowned slightly, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to scold her. He reached out and ruffled her hair, his tone a mix of helplessness and indulgence: "Alright, stop crying. I know." With that, he looked at me, standing off to the side, looking a bit awkward: "She's probably scared from what just happened. I'll take her home first. You..." I had come here in his car, so if he was taking his new flame home, I naturally couldn't go with them. But if I asked the estate driver to take me, the old man would definitely find out. I gave him a slight smile and proactively offered, "I'll just call an Uber." Liam was clearly very satisfied with my understanding nature. He nodded, wrapped an arm around the girl, and walked away without looking back. He didn't even remember that the area around the main estate was some of the most expensive real estate in the city, exclusively residential. You couldn't even get an Uber around here. 2 Liam didn't come home until the following evening. He still had a few faded hickeys on his neck. They were intentionally placed right where his collar couldn't hide them, like a bold declaration of ownership. Such childish little tricks; only a naive girl without an ounce of subtlety would do something like that. I lowered my eyes, pretending not to notice, and smiled as I took the coat he had just taken off, playing the role of the virtuous, perfect wife to the hilt. I even magnanimously showed concern for his mistress: "How is she?" He tugged at his collar, his tone light: "Just throwing a childish tantrum. A little coaxing and she was fine." Seems like she was coaxed back to her senses. I hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to tell him what I had been considering for a long time: "Have you ever thought about giving her a proper title?" Liam's tall frame froze in place. It took him a few seconds to process what I said. He asked, confused, "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, Liam, let's get a divorce." I was tired of playing the good wife. I didn't want to do it anymore. 3 Clearly, Liam had never expected me to bring up divorce. He pinched the bridge of his nose, that handsome face I had swooned over for years now filled with irritation: "Chloe, you should know very well that divorce isn't that simple for us." I could hear that he was trying to suppress his frustration, keeping his voice as level as possible. In the past, this attitude meant he didn't want to continue the conversation, and I should drop it. But this time, I was dead set on getting a divorce. My marriage to Liam was a corporate alliance. A divorce wasn't just about the two of us; it involved both of our families. Getting a divorce really wouldn't be easy. I bit my lower lip and continued, "It might be a little complicated, but..." "Enough!" He violently cut me off, reaching out and pulling me into his arms: "I know I've neglected you lately, and I'll make it up to you, but don't ever mention divorce again." "Chloe, it feels like it's been a long time since we..." With that, he lowered his head, his slightly parted lips moving closer to mine. I quickly slapped my hand over his mouth, making up an excuse: "It's my time of the month! It's not a good time!" Screw that! Who wants your sloppy seconds! Disgusting! 4 Since the divorce talk fell apart, I quickly packed my bags and moved out of the house. Liam, thinking I was just throwing a jealous fit, called me constantly. When I didn't answer, he bombarded me with texts. Honestly, I was just worried he'd try to sleep with me again. As for jealousy... I'll admit, when we first got married, any rumor about him made me physically ill. But as time went on, I slowly got used to it. My deep love for him was worn away by his constant betrayals. Still, I didn't mind letting him misunderstand. I could use this opportunity to max out his credit cards, considering it my compensation for his infidelity. 5 A week after running away from home. My best friend, Sarah, and I walked into the most exclusive, high-end private club in the city. Naturally, Liam was footing the bill. As soon as we walked in, we ran into the little canary, wearing a server's uniform and carrying a fruit platter: "You..." Never mind, I couldn't even remember her name. I cleared my throat and asked, "What are you doing here?" The little canary pressed her lips together tightly, glaring at me with those pretty, big eyes, looking absolutely furious. Sarah hooked her arm through mine, looking her up and down: "Is this the little toy Liam keeps on the side?" "What, is Liam not giving her an allowance? Why is she working here?" The tray in the little canary's hands trembled slightly. She looked like a cat with its back arched: "Liam and I are together because we love each other! It's not for his money!" She directed her anger at me, continuing her outburst: "Liam says he only loves me! He's only with you for the family business!" I waved my hand dismissively. "Got it, got it. Well, I wish you both happiness." 6 I ignored her and led Sarah into our private room. Sarah laughed until she was breathless: "Where did Liam find this precious gem? Actually talking about 'love' with a married man in Liam's social class." "Does she actually think she can successfully replace you like that? She'd be better off taking whatever money she can get while she's still young." I smirked. "That's why she's young." In old-money families like ours, legacy is more important than wealth. That's why marriage is taken so seriously. If a marriage partner needs to have exceptional qualifications and a very high social standing, then it has to be a corporate alliance. Liam wasn't stupid enough to give up everything he had for her, which is why he wouldn't agree to the divorce. Sarah continued, "I heard that girl has been throwing tantrums with Liam the last couple of days." "Apparently, because you moved out, you took up a lot of Liam's attention, and the little girl wasn't happy about it." Our social circle is small; if someone wants to find something out, they will. I rolled my eyes at her. "You're such a gossip." 7 I have to say, spending my cheating husband's money to hire male models is incredibly satisfying. Especially when the models are gorgeous, sweet-talking, and have amazing bodies. It would have been even better if my husband hadn't caught me. When Liam kicked the door open, I was straddling a male model I had been seeing for the last couple of days, my arms wrapped around his neck, passionately kissing his face. I had on heavy, glamorous makeup, big, sexy waves, and a tight outfit that showed off my figure. Hearing the noise, I instinctively looked toward the door. Before the sultry look in my eyes could fade, I saw Liam's face, dark as a thundercloud. I gave the male model one last peck on the lips before slowly climbing off him. Liam's face was black as pitch, and he glared at the male model with a murderous intensity, looking like he wanted to hack him to pieces. I smoothed my hair, breaking the silence first: "Why are you here?" He ground his teeth, speaking in a low, slow drawl: "Chloe, how dare you?" "Why wouldn't I dare? You play your games, I play mine." The more I spoke, the guiltier I felt. "Let's be fair, you have a mistress, and I never threw a fit about it." I wasn't guilty about being caught with a male model; I was just guilty because I was cheating on him using his money. 8 "Mr. Thorne, why are you over here? I was looking for you in the VIP lounge." "I brought Mia here for you. I'm so sorry, I had no idea she was your girl." I leaned sideways to look out the door. A chubby man was walking over, leading the little canary. Oh, so her name is Mia. Liam stood rooted to the spot, not even glancing in their direction. Mia, on the other hand, threw herself into his arms like a baby bird returning to the nest, crying: "Hubby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrown a tantrum, and I definitely shouldn't have snuck out to work without telling you." Me: "..." After her dramatic entrance, she followed Liam's gaze and saw me. She pouted, shrinking back into Liam's embrace, and acted like a spoiled child, whispering again, "Hubby." A mistress calling my husband "hubby" right in front of me, the legal wife. That's basically an open declaration of war, right? I didn't really care. It was just a little nauseating. But I felt bad for the chubby man who had just walked up. Even though I didn't know him, he seemed to recognize me. He looked at me, then at the clearly ravished male model next to me, then at the furious Liam and the little mistress in his arms. In just one minute, his facial expressions went through a dozen different changes. In families with corporate alliances, it's normal for spouses to have their own side pieces. As long as they aren't too blatant about it, they'll usually turn a blind eye to maintain the facade for the sake of the business. A direct, face-to-face confrontation like ours was extremely rare. 9 Liam patted Mia's back, suppressing his temper to coax her: "Be good, let the driver take you home first. I have some business to handle here." Mia softly replied with an "Oh," and slowly pulled away from Liam's embrace. She looked me up and down, then casually remarked, "Are you talking about Miss Bennett's business?" "When I first started working here a few days ago, I ran into Miss Bennett and her friend. I heard they hired the five most expensive guys." "I was afraid you guys would fight, so I didn't dare tell you." I clicked my tongue. The little girl wasn't as innocent as she looked. Liam's hands clenched into fists at his sides. He shifted his gaze to Mia, his eyes filled with the impatient fury he was trying to suppress: "I told you to go home. Did you not understand me?" Probably never having been spoken to like that by him before, Mia pouted and glared at him, tears welling in her eyes, acting like she was upset and waiting for him to coax her. However, Liam wasn't in the mood to play her childish little games right now. For the first time, he lost his temper with his precious canary: "Get lost!" 10 Mia ran away crying. Liam stormed over to the couch I had just been sitting on with the male model and threw himself onto it: "Manager Chen, please bring... all the guys my wife ordered." He ground his teeth, ultimately unable to say the words 'male models'. The man addressed as Manager Chen wiped the sweat from his brow, bowing and nodding in agreement. As soon as he left, Liam smashed a crystal glass on the table: "Chloe, you've really outdone yourself!" He took off his suit jacket and threw it at me, the large garment covering my head. I could faintly smell the perfume Mia had left on it. I pulled it down, intending to throw it back at him. But he frowned, scanning me up and down before his gaze settled on my long, bare legs exposed by my miniskirt: "Put it on!" "And don't you ever leave the house dressed like this again!" 11 He sure is bossy! I never noticed he was this possessive before. I calmly folded the jacket and looked him straight in the eye: "Liam, let's just get a divorce. I'm truly sick of this." Liam, who had been holding back this whole time, completely exploded after I said that. His eyes bloodshot, he kicked the table in front of him: "Haven't I told you never to mention that word again?" I sighed, trying to communicate with him calmly: "You don't even love me, why are you forcing this? This way, all three of us are miserable." Liam froze for a moment, pointing at the male model who had been standing quietly to the side, his voice hoarse as if it had been scrubbed with sandpaper: "Miserable? You seem pretty happy messing around with this cheap trash!" The male model raised an eyebrow and shot back, "You tell me if she was happy. Just think about how happy you are when you're messing around with your own cheap trash." I silently gave him a thumbs-up. What a hero. 12 By the time Manager Chen brought in a line of male models, Liam had already smashed the private room to pieces. The flesh on the fat man's face jiggled as he cautiously glanced at the hero standing in the ruins: "Mr. Thorne, what is..." Liam threw his cigarette on the floor, crushed it with his foot, and said flatly, "Calculate the damages and send the bill to our finance department." With that, a cold sneer played on his lips as he surveyed the dozen or so handsome male models: "I didn't realize you had such a big appetite." "My fault, I guess I didn't satisfy you!" I glared at him angrily: "Liam, are you sick? You're humiliating them!" As soon as I yelled that, the sound of loud, sharp slaps echoed behind me. Liam's sneer deepened: "Looks like they're perfectly happy being humiliated by me." I turned around stiffly. The guys Manager Chen brought in were slapping each other, but the hero who had talked back to Liam was still standing to the side, looking defiant. Truly the one I was most satisfied with so far. 13 Liam had no interest in watching them perform. He grabbed my arm, trying to drag me away, but was stopped by the hero who had been watching the spectacle. Liam narrowed his eyes: "Know your place. You're just a cheap toy for people's amusement. Get out of my way!" I frowned, annoyed: "Liam, do you have to be so nasty?" Liam, surprised that I was defending someone else, tightened his grip: "You'd better shut up and come home with me right now." "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do!" The hero's handsome face also darkened, looking like a storm was brewing. I was afraid they were going to start a fight, so I quickly shook my head at him. After all, I was still Liam's legal wife, and given Liam's social standing, dealing with a simple male model would be child's play. I didn't want to cause him any trouble. 14 Outside the club, Liam hailed a cab, shoved me into the backseat, and got in right behind me. The ride was silent. When we got home, he immediately locked the bedroom door, then pulled out his phone and made a call to someone: "Bring some guys and smash 'The Oasis' for me." "And there's a guy in there named..." He looked at me, and I quickly shook my head. It wasn't that I wouldn't tell him, I genuinely didn't know his name. I was just there to spend money, why would I care what his name was? "Go find Manager Chen, he knows who it is. After you smash the place, find that kid and break his hands." 15 Liam has a bad temper; I knew that. But he usually has incredible self-control, so I rarely saw him enraged. I certainly never expected him to be so ruthless. "He's innocent, Liam, you can't do this!" He leaned forward, pinning me down, his beautiful eyes filled with jagged, bloodshot veins: "He dared to set his sights on you, so he's not innocent." "Chloe, be good. Don't let me hear you beg for him again." "Otherwise, it might not just be his hands next time." In the end, I had implicated an innocent person.
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