After returning from a business trip, I discovered that my wife had unexpectedly replaced the floor-to-ceiling window in her office with an entire wall of mirrors.

When I questioned her about it, she looked at me with gentle eyes and smiled as she straightened my tie. "This way, when you come to keep me company during overtime, you won't have to fuss over checking your appearance. Don't overthink it. I had the nutritionist prepare some soup to help you recover. Drink it while it's hot."

I found it strange.

She was a career-driven woman who had always complained that my suits made me look too stiff and formal. Yet now, she had suddenly changed her tune.

Still, I did not say anything.

I simply smiled and walked over to the mirror, unscrewing the lid of the thermos.

But the moment the hot steam rose into the air, two large oval-shaped marks slowly emerged on the previously spotless mirror. And in the corner, there was a faint smear of lipstick.

I compared the height with a quick gesture and let out a cold laugh. 'A familiar height of five foot three and a C-cup. Office mirror reflections. How bold and thrilling.'

I pulled out a tissue and calmly wiped the mirror clean before calling my assistant. "Get a renovation crew ready. Tonight, replace the mirror in Ms. Sutton's office with a two-way mirror. And notify the media. Three days from now, I'll be holding a live press conference downstairs."

Cheat Right Under My Nose

After texting my assistant, an emptiness settled in my chest.

Our child was already six years old, and Amanda Sutton and I had been together for eight years. We had weathered storms side by side.

The passion between us may have faded over time, but how could something like this not hurt?

For eight years, Amanda had been recognized as the perfect wife in our circle.

We had been each other's first love, going from school uniforms to wedding vows together. Starting with nothing, we had built the company into what it was today.

If not for that brief moment when the steam fogged up the mirror, I probably would have remained in the dark, still believing she was the kind-hearted woman who would personally make a stew just to ensure I drank something warm.

My phone vibrated.

I glanced down. My assistant had sent me a screenshot from social media.

The post belonged to Connor Lawson, the poor college student I had sponsored years ago. Now, he was Amanda's personal secretary.

The photo showed him standing in the office, taking a mirror selfie. His shirt collar hung open, exposing a sharp collarbone and the faint outline of his abs. There were subtle hickeys around his neck.

The caption read, 'The boss said this mirror belongs exclusively to me from now on.'

I took a deep breath, but my stomach still churned with disgust.

I had sponsored him three years ago. At the time, he had cried while begging me for a chance. He promised he would repay my kindness one day and become a man who could stand tall with pride.

Feeling sorry for him and recognizing some genuine talent, I not only funded his education but also made an exception by offering him an internship at Zeller Inc.

I never imagined this would be how he repaid me. By crawling into my wife's life and becoming a pretty boy living off her support.

…

Amanda came out of the shower and found me still staring at my phone. Walking over, she wrapped her arms around me from behind. "Honey, what are you looking at so seriously?"

"Nothing. I was just looking at the company's new male secretary. He seems energetic." I said, locking the screen without batting an eyelid and turning to face her.

Amanda's eyes flickered for a split second before she smiled naturally. "You mean Connor? That kid's pretty hardworking. He's strong and efficient, and since you sponsored him, I've looked after him a little more."

"Have you?" I looked at her with a half-smile. "To the extent of picking out his dress shirts?"

Amanda's expression stiffened for a split second, but she quickly regained her composure. "Honey, are you misunderstanding something? On that last business trip, some of my clothes got dirty, and he helped me take them to the dry cleaners. Maybe they got mixed up then. Don't overthink it. You're the only one I love."

She rose onto her toes, trying to kiss me. But I turned my head away and said flatly, "I'm tired. Let's sleep."

Amanda froze for a moment before awkwardly withdrawing her hand. "Alright. Get some rest, then. I'm going to the study to deal with a few emails."

I watched her retreating figure as she practically fled the room, and the coldness in my eyes deepened. 'Deal with emails? More like comforting that sulking puppy.'

Still, I did not expose her. Instead, I texted my lawyer friend.

'Find out everything under Connor Lawson's name, including all of his assets. I also want Amanda's financial records from the past six months. And prepare a divorce agreement for me. As for the terms… I want her to leave with nothing.'

If they wanted to cheat right under my nose, then I would give them exactly what they deserved.

I'll Make Sure He Hates You

Isaac's school was holding a parent-child sports day the next day.

Early that morning, as Amanda applied her lipstick, she straightened my collar and said, "Honey, someone has to keep an eye on the acquisition project today. You should focus on work. I'll take Isaac to sports day myself. You're already busy enough—don't wear yourself out trying to do everything."

Looking at the concern in her eyes, I laughed bitterly to myself.

In the past, she would avoid these kinds of events whenever she could, always claiming she was too busy. Yet this time, she suddenly seemed like the picture of a devoted mother.

"Alright. Thanks for handling it."

I did not expose her. Taking my briefcase, I turned and left.

Not long after I drove out of the neighborhood, I glanced at the back seat and noticed that Isaac's student ID had fallen into the gap between the seats. Without it, he would not even be allowed through the school gates.

So I immediately made a U-turn and headed straight to the school.

When I arrived at the athletic field, the events had not officially started yet. I found Amanda near the basketball court, but the moment I saw her, my footsteps stopped.

Because standing there were not just Amanda and Isaac. Connor was there too.

He was crouched down with Isaac perched on his shoulders, dressed in a white tracksuit that made him look young and energetic. Amanda stood beside them, holding a towel, her gaze full of unmistakable affection.

"Daddy, I want to go higher!" Isaac shouted excitedly.

But he was not talking to me.

For a moment, I thought I had heard wrong. But then Connor effortlessly lifted Isaac above his head and spun him around twice. "Hold on tight. I'll make you fly!"

Isaac burst into laughter and wrapped his arms around Connor's neck, nuzzling him affectionately. "You're certainly much stronger, Daddy Connor. Not like that bad daddy who always has a serious face and never plays with me."

Amanda smiled and ruffled Isaac's hair. Then she casually hooked her arm through Connor's and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for taking time off work for this. See? The kid's much closer to you. You're basically half his father already."

"It's no trouble at all. As long as you and Isaac are happy, I don't mind suffering a little."

Connor lowered his head shyly, and the three of them stood pressed together, looking every bit like a happy family.

Meanwhile, I stood some distance away, my chest tightening. I could not believe that in my own son's eyes, I was the outsider.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and expressionlessly snapped more than a dozen photos.

Then, I strode toward them.

The moment Amanda saw me, panic flashed across her face. "Honey, why are you here? Weren't you supposed to be overseeing the acquisition project?"

Meanwhile, Connor quickly moved behind Amanda, a trace of smugness flickering through his eyes.

I let out a cold chuckle. "Mr. Lawson, it's working hours. The acquisition documents are still waiting for you to organize them. The company pays you to work, not to play nanny."

At my words, Connor lowered his head and sighed.

Patting Isaac's head, he said helplessly, "Ms. Sutton, I'm sorry… I just felt bad for Isaac being here alone. You've been so busy with work and haven't had time to look after him. Isaac said he wanted someone to lift him up, but no one would play with him. I felt sorry for him, so I couldn't help it."

Amanda's expression immediately softened. Stepping in front of Connor protectively, she glared at me. "Tobias Zeller, that's enough. Do you really have to be this aggressive? You're the one who's never around, and now you're upset because someone else is being kind to your child? Connor came because I asked him to. If you have a problem, take it up with me!"

"If you don't want your job anymore, you can quit," I cut her off calmly.

Then I looked at Connor. "Connor, since you enjoy taking care of children so much, there's no need for you to stay on this project. Instead of having you split your time, I'll simply terminate your employment and let you fully devote yourself to being a loving father."

"You're firing him?" Amanda stared at me in disbelief, as though I had gone insane. "Tobias, you're making this personal! Connor has spent six months on that project. It's in the final stage, and you're firing him now?"

"He's spent six months on it and still hasn't finished verifying the basic data, yet somehow he has plenty of time to play airplane with a child."

I sneered and let my gaze sweep across Connor's clean-cut, handsome face. "Zeller Inc. doesn't pay people to sit around. And it certainly doesn't pay employees who collect a salary while playing house with the boss' wife. Go to HR tomorrow and complete the paperwork."

With that, I turned to leave.

"Stop right there!"

Amanda's sharp voice rang out behind me. She rushed forward and blocked my path, her face grim with anger. "Who exactly runs this family? And who has the final say at the company? I'm telling you right now—Connor isn't leaving. He's my personal secretary and a core member of this project. If you dare touch him, I'll pull my investment! And…"

Then, she lowered her voice and hissed viciously, "And Isaac only listens to him now. If you drive him away, I'll tell Isaac that you're the reason Connor left. I'll make sure he hates you for the rest of his life!"

My heart shuddered. I looked toward my son, who was glaring at me from a distance.

After a long silence, I finally yielded. "Fine."

Joy immediately appeared in Amanda's eyes. She offered a few perfunctory words of comfort before hurrying back to Connor's side.

Watching the two of them chat happily together, a chill spread through my chest. And for the first time, I finally felt relieved.

It seemed I no longer needed to show them any mercy.

This Company Bears the Name Zeller

When I returned to the office, the information my lawyer friend had gathered was already waiting for me. But the more I read, the more alarmed I became.

Three years ago, when I first sponsored Connor, his family had been dirt poor. They couldn't even afford his tuition. I still remembered meeting him for the first time. He had stood before me in a faded, well-worn shirt, nervous and awkward, but his eyes had been filled with ambition and hunger.

When he found out I was willing to fund his education, he was so moved that he cried on the spot, swearing that one day he would make something of himself. But now, he was dressed head to toe in designer brands, spending money freely and frequenting exclusive clubs.

His unemployed older brother had also somehow acquired a company under his name, along with multiple luxury villas and high-end cars.

My heart sank, and a bad feeling began to creep in.

As I continued reading, my suspicions were confirmed. Amanda had started secretly transferring assets as early as six months ago.

Using her position within the company, she had funneled corporate funds through shell companies and transferred them into overseas accounts. The recipient was none other than Connor. What she left behind for me was a massive financial hole.

Then, there was the guarantee agreement sitting on my desk, waiting for my signature. The moment I signed it, once the company collapsed, I would not just go bankrupt. I would be saddled with tens of millions in debt and might even end up in prison.

Meanwhile, Amanda and Connor had already completed their immigration paperwork. All they were waiting for was for me to take the fall. Once I was behind bars, they would take my money and live comfortably overseas.

Suppressing the fury boiling inside me, I texted my assistant. 'Make sure the renovation team finishes installing by tonight. Also notify the legal department to prepare the entire chain of evidence. I want to catch them red-handed.'

Before I could make my move, however, the company's million-dollar core project ran into a major problem.

While Connor had been busy flirting with Amanda in the break room, he had entered a decimal point incorrectly on the quotation sheet, instantly turning a profitable project into a massive eight-million-dollar loss.

I grabbed the contract and slammed it onto the conference table. In front of every senior executive present, I announced coldly, "Connor Lawson committed a major professional error that caused substantial losses to the company. Effective immediately, he is terminated, and the company will pursue legal action against him."

Connor's face turned pale as he stood in the conference room. He looked like the victim of some terrible injustice. "Mr. Zeller, I didn't do it on purpose… I was just exhausted. Besides, you reviewed it too…"

Amanda abruptly slammed her hand on the table and shot to her feet. "Tobias, nobody's perfect. Connor has been working overtime for this project day and night. A small mistake is completely understandable! The company can absorb the loss, can't it? Do you really have to push him this far? You're a grown man. Why are you picking on a kid who just graduated?"

The moment Amanda took a stand, several female employees who were close to Connor immediately spoke up as well.

"Mr. Zeller, Connor has been working himself to exhaustion lately. He's been so busy that he's developed dark circles under his eyes. Making a small mistake is only natural."

"If one mistake is enough to get someone fired, that's completely unreasonable. How are we supposed to work for the company without constantly looking over our shoulders?"

"Exactly. This is obviously because you're jealous of how close Ms. Sutton and Connor are. What kind of boss acts like this? Following someone so petty isn't worth it."

I almost laughed as I listened to them. Amanda was truly confident. She thought stirring up employee sentiment would force me to back down.

"If anyone doesn't want to work here, you're welcome to collect your paycheck from Finance and leave right now."

My gaze swept coldly across the room. "This company bears the name Zeller, not Sutton. And it sure as hell isn't Lawson."