
512 readers · 7 chapters · 3 free
Charles Sterling and I grew up together, and our families arranged for us to marry. I spent more than ten years by his side before he finally noticed me and proposed. Three years after our wedding, I found women's stockings and lingerie in his office. I didn't cry or make a scene. I just asked him to send the woman away and unconditionally give me four percent of the company's shares. He glanced at my baby bump and agreed. For the next ten years, he played the role of a gentle husband and a reliable father. The day before our daughter's college entrance exam, while helping her pack her stationery, he, who never bothered with such things, asked, "Do all students use this kind of pen now?" I fell silent for a moment, trying to suppress my suspicion. Then I looked up and saw the floating comments in the air: [He wants to buy this pen for his son outside, right?] [Wait, he's been cheating for ten years and she hasn't noticed?] [How can she be so dumb? Can the platform stop recommending this kind of story? If she doesn't leave the cheater, she deserves it.] [The couple on the side are all lovey-dovey, so why are you all so bothered?] [To be honest, Emily Fields is so lucky. She latched onto Charles when she was young, a money tree for retirement.] [Don't you think Emily and Charles are actually a great ship? She's evil and fake, but the male lead loves her. As for the female lead... she's just wife material.] I curled my lips as if nothing had happened. Looking at my daughter, I answered his question. "Maybe it's the trend." So Charles had another family outside, does he? Funny thing was, so did I.