I caught my wife cheating on Christmas Eve. The proof? One million people watched her do it on TikTok. Christmas was three days away. After five years of marriage, my wife Chloe finally agreed to take me home to meet her parents. I wanted to bring the two bottles of 1945 Romanée-Conti wine. My father left for me—worth five million dollars. But when I went to the cellar, the bottles were gone. Chloe flew into a rage, accusing me of being broke and pretending to be rich. That night, she took our daughter Lily and left for her parents' house without me. On Christmas Day, a video exploded across TikTok. On the dining table sat two identical bottles of wine. The caption: [Generous Son-in-Law Brings Million-Dollar Wine to Christmas Dinner] Just as I thought it was an impossible coincidence, Chloe's face appeared in the video. My hands trembled with rage. I left a comment under the video: [Does stolen wine taste good?] Later, I slapped the divorce papers down in front of Chloe Morrison and immediately withdrew all my investments from her company. She stared at me. "You want a divorce? Because of two bottles of wine?" I nodded, my voice steady. "Yes." ... My comment was quickly buried, but not before catching some attention. Less than five minutes later, Chloe's call came through, her voice exploding through the phone. I thought she'd apologize. Instead, the moment I answered, she started screaming. "Ethan Carter! Are you out of your mind? Who told you to leave comments under Jared's video?" "Do you know Jared has one million followers? His image is everything! If your comment starts a hate campaign, it'll destroy his career! Can you take responsibility for that?" I forced down my anger, my voice ice-cold. "Destroy his career? He stole my wine to show off. Tell him to return it, or I'm calling the police." "You dare!" Chloe's voice shot up even higher. "Ethan, can you act like a man for once and be more generous? The wine was going to my dad anyway. What's the difference if you give it or he gives it?" "Jared is a public figure. He needs this persona! And those wines—how much can they even be worth? I'll Venmo you two hundred dollars, okay?" First she accused me of being broke and faking wealth. Now she accused me of being petty. Some people have a talent for twisting black into white. "Chloe, I'm telling you one last time—" "Enough!" She cut me off brutally. "Delete the comment now, and post an apology pinned to the top! Or we're done!" She hung up. Listening to the dial tone, my heart turned cold. Years ago, I hid my true identity as the sole heir to Carter Group just to win her heart with sincerity, not money. For five years, I gave her every resource to fulfill her entrepreneurial dreams, helping her rise from a junior employee to CEO of a public company. It was time to end this. Just then, the regional director from Porsche called. "Mr. Carter, the Porsche Panamera you ordered for Mrs. Carter has arrived. When would you like to pick it up?" I froze. I'd ordered this car two weeks ago. To make it up to her, and to give her face when visiting her parents, I'd custom-ordered this fully-loaded luxury car as a surprise. I took a deep breath, about to say I'd postpone the pickup. But the director hurriedly added. "Oh, sorry Mr. Carter. Mrs. Carter just picked up the car with another man. My colleague just told me. Apologies for disturbing you." "What did you say?" I sat bolt upright. My head buzzed. I hung up immediately, opened TikTok, and clicked into Jared's profile. Two minutes ago, he'd posted a new video. The background was the dealership entrance. Jared leaned against a brand-new burgundy Porsche Panamera, dangling the keys, his face lit up with smug satisfaction. Chloe stood beside him, intimately adjusting his collar. The caption read: [Christmas Gift!!! Is This What Being Loved Feels Like? Obsessed with New Ride! #NewCar #Porsche #Blessed] The comments section exploded. [Wow! She spoils you so much!] [He gives million-dollar wine, she gives a fully-loaded Panamera!] [Tears of envy streaming from my mouth—is this what power couple love looks like?] Chloe replied with a blushing emoji. [As long as you're happy, this car is worth it! ] My fingers tightened around the phone. At that moment, I finally gave up hope. I opened the company group chat and dropped the screenshot. Caption: [How generous of CEO Morrison—stealing her husband's money to her assistant, wine and cars for Christmas.]
The message went out. Within a minute, the group chat exploded. But the response was completely opposite of what I expected. I thought the employees would be shocked. But I forgot—though I was the one who invested in this company, nobody knew, even Chloe. Chloe's message immediately popped up. [Ethan Carter, what's your problem? Why are you talking nonsense in the company chat?] [Do you have any idea how much profit Jared's livestream sales brought the company this past six months? This car is his year-end bonus. What's the issue?] [You, on the other hand, as a grown man, you're petty and vindictive.] What a masterclass in gaslighting! That car was bought with MY money! Before I could type a response, the employees started kissing up. [Exactly, Mr. Carter. Jared is the company's backbone now. It's just a car. CEO Morrison's decision was right.] [Some men are just insecure. When they can't succeed themselves, they get jealous of those who can.] [Mr. Carter, I heard you can't even afford decent gifts for CEO Morrison. Now she's rewarding a top performer and you're bitter about it?] Watching message after message attacking me and praising Jared, watching Chloe's blatant favoritism, my anger strangely dissipated. The greatest sorrow is a dead heart. Chloe continued, tagging me in the chat. [Ethan Carter, delete that message NOW and post an apology to Jared! Or face the consequences!] [Don't force me to humiliate you during Christmas!] Jared chimed in with a fake, pathetic voice message. "Miss Morrison, please don't fight with your husband over me. I'll return the car. As long as he's not mad and doesn't misunderstand us, I'm fine taking this hit." Chloe's response came instantly. [Don't you DARE return it! You earned this car! Let's see who dares say otherwise!] Watching this pair of bitches playing their little theater, I let out a cold laugh. [The wine is worth five million dollars. The car is worth five hundred thousand dollars. Transfer the money by tomorrow, or I'll see you in court.] After sending that message, I didn't hesitate. I left the group chat. Instant silence. My marriage had been stable until Jared returned from abroad. He was Chloe's college junior—her "innocent little boy," as she called him. When Chloe was pregnant and craved sour food, I drove all night across the city to find it. She complained it tasted terrible. Jared casually shipped her a box of lemon. She called it heaven-sent. Gradually, she came home later and later. She mentioned Jared more and more. Now I understood. Chloe's heart had left home long ago. I sat in the empty living room and texted my lawyer. [Draft divorce papers. Also, withdraw all investments from Chloe's company.] After finishing, I stood up to leave. The moment I opened the door, I came face to face with my wife and daughter. Chloe's expression darkened when she saw me. "Ethan Carter, how long are you going to keep this up? My parents just called asking what the hell is wrong with you! Do you know how embarrassing this is?" I ignored her, my eyes falling on our five-year-old daughter Lily. I wanted to carry her to her room, to spare her from adult problems. But suddenly she screamed. "Get away! Bad Daddy!" The toy in Lily's hand came flying at my face. The sharp edge hit my brow bone. Searing pain. Warm liquid trickled down my temple. I covered my forehead, staring in disbelief at the daughter I'd cherished since birth. Lily hid behind Chloe, glaring at me like I was her mortal enemy. "You're a bad person! You bullied Jared! Mommy said Jared is a hero and you're demon!" "I don't want you as my daddy anymore! I want Jared to be my daddy!" Chloe didn't scold her. Instead, she stared coldly at my bleeding forehead. "See? Even your own daughter is disgusted by you. Ethan Carter, you've failed as a human being." "By the way, Dad's hosting his wine tasting dinner tonight. Jared's livestreaming the whole thing. If you don't show up and apologize, we're getting divorced!" In that instant, I heard something inside me shatter completely. I turned to my briefcase, pulled out freshly printed documents, and slammed them down in front of Chloe. "You don't need to threaten me. We're getting divorced."
Chloe froze. She looked down at the divorce papers, then let out a scoff. "Ethan, you're serious? Over a few bottles of wine and a car, you want a divorce?" I nodded, my gaze steady. "Yes." "Fine! Don't regret this!" Chloe grabbed the papers and signed her name without hesitation. "Let's divorce!" "Lily, we're leaving! Let's go find Jared!" My daughter stuck her tongue out at me. "Blehhh! I'm going to ride in the sports car!" The door slammed. The house returned to deathly silence. I touched the dried blood on my forehead and dialed a number. "Marcus, it's me. Ethan Carter." An excited voice came through the phone. "Mr. Carter? You're finally contacting me! After your father passed, the company has been waiting for you to take charge!" "I'm coming back." My voice was flat. "Also, notify the group. Cut off all funding to Morrison Enterprises and Chloe Morrison personally." "Yes, Mr. Carter! I'll handle it immediately!" "One more thing." I glanced at the wall clock. Six hours until their dinner party. "Run a paternity test between me and my daughter, Lily Carter. I need results in two hours." My assistant agreed repeatedly. After hanging up, I made another call. Watching Jared's preview video for the wine tasting, I smiled. I hope your party goes smoothly tonight. I sat in the back of the Rolls-Royce, watching the livestream on my iPad. The stream was packed—over two hundred thousand viewers online. Jared wore a custom-tailored suit, sitting beside the head of the table like the man of the house. My daughter Lily sat in his lap. The two looked strikingly similar. Chloe sat beside him, smiling tenderly. Chloe's parents held my two bottles of vintage wine, showing off to the camera. "Everyone, look at this wine! My wonderful son-in-law Jared gave us this! I heard it's worth tens of millions!" The comments flooded in with praise. [Jared's amazing! Even the bottles look extraordinary!] [This wine looks like the legendary reserve collection? I heard it was owned by top elites in elite circles.] Jared basked in the flattery, humbly telling the camera. "Thank you, everyone. This wine is indeed rare. I pulled a lot of strings and bid on it at an auction, all to make my future father-in-law happy! As long as they're happy, it's worth it!" Chloe looked at him adoringly. "Jared, you're so thoughtful." Just then, my assistant sent the paternity test results in electronic version. Looking at the results, I laughed bitterly. The last trace of warmth in my eyes vanished completely. "Stop the car." The Rolls-Royce came to a smooth stop at the hotel entrance. I pushed open the door and strode toward the banquet hall. Since they wanted to play this game of wealth and status, I'd give them a performance they'd never forget. I kicked the banquet hall doors open. The loud crash interrupted the celebration. Every eye instantly locked onto me. Chloe saw me, her face turning black with rage. She shot to her feet. "Ethan Carter, I told you to come apologize, not crash the party." I stared coldly at this family of clowns, pointing at the wine on the table and the car keys in Jared's hand. "Jared, stealing my wine, driving my car, flaunting wealth online—aren't you afraid it'll shorten your life?" The livestream exploded. Comments flew past in a blur. But Jared didn't panic. He gave the camera a helpless, bitter smile. "Everyone, this is the gold-digging loser I've mentioned before. He has no skills himself, so when he sees his ex-wife doing well, he gets jealous." My mother-in-law spat on the ground. "Pfft! What do you mean YOUR wine? Have you ever even SEEN wine this expensive? This is from my wonderful son-in-law Jared, who spent big money to honor us!" I turned to Chloe. "Chloe Morrison, we haven't finalized the divorce yet. Are you that eager to acknowledge your new husband?" Chloe looked at me with pure disgust. In front of all the relatives and the livestream camera, she wrapped her arm around Jared's. "Ethan Carter, stop flattering yourself. In my heart, only Jared deserves to be my husband." My father-in-law stood up, announcing loudly to the camera. "Listen up everyone, from now on, the Morrison family only recognizes Jared Robinson as our son-in-law. This Carter guy has nothing to do with us—he's just a shameless leech!" "Security! Get this lunatic out of here!" Following his shout, four burly men surrounded me. "I'd like to see who dares touch me!" My sharp command, backed by years of authority, made the guards hesitate. But then a wine glass came flying, smashing against my leg. Red wine splashed all over my pants. I looked down. It was Lily. She still had a piece of cream cake in her hand, which she hurled at my face. "Bad man! I'll hit you! Don't bully my daddy!" Cream covered my eyes. I was a mess. But Lily clapped and laughed, throwing herself into Jared's arms. "Daddy, I chased away the bad guy! Take me to Disneyland!" Jared stroked her head lovingly, looking at me with provocation. "Good girl, you're amazing." In that moment, my heart twisted like a knife. Turns out I didn't even need to read that paternity test. Just looking at this identical cruelty, I knew whose child she was. "Beat him! I'll take responsibility!" Chloe ordered. The guards stopped hesitating and rushed forward. Four against one. I was forced to the ground, fists landing on my face. Blood seeped from the corner of my mouth. Jared walked over, looking down at me. His shoe pressed onto my hand, grinding hard. "Ethan, do you see reality now?" Before I could respond, the doors burst open again. The livestream comments went insane. [Holy shit! Isn't that—isn't that the billionaire who's always on the news?!] [Oh my god! Jared's connections are insane! Even a billionaire came to toast him?] A man with a powerful aura walked in, surrounded by an entourage. Jared clearly hadn't expected such a big influence. After a moment of shock, he became ecstatic. Thinking his fame had attracted this important person, he quickly straightened his clothes and approached with a wine glass, his smile obsequious. "Mr. Sterling! What brings you here! This is such an honor!" However, Mr. Sterling didn't even glance at him, completely ignoring his outstretched hand. After scanning the room, his brow furrowed slightly. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto the two bottles of opened wine on the table. Mr. Sterling's face instantly turned to shock. He pushed past Jared and rushed to the table, his hands trembling as he picked up the bottle to examine it closely. My father-in-law, thinking the VIP liked the wine, said proudly. "Sir! This wine is from my son-in-law Jared—worth tens of millions dollars! If you like it, I can pour you a glass?" "Your son-in-law gave this?" Mr. Sterling whipped around, staring daggers at Jared, his voice carrying a hint of killing intent. "You're saying this wine—you gave it, you bought it?" Jared was startled by the intensity, but thinking of the hundreds of thousands watching the livestream, he raised his head confidently. "Yes! I got this at an auction—" "BULLSHIT!" Mr. Sterling's hand cracked across Jared's face, spinning him in place. Half his face instantly swelled up. "How DARE you steal from the Carter family!" "I personally gave this wine to Old Mr. Carter years ago. There are only two bottles like this in the world. What gives YOU the right to touch them!"
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