At my wedding, my CEO wife's male assistant stood up in front of everyone and publicly presented a "year-end report" on their nights together.

"Big thanks to Adam for your generosity. Over the past year, your wife and I tried 500 different positions. I successfully earned a 500-thousand-dollar year-end bonus and the right to the wedding night.

"Adam, you should keep working hard. Don't feel too bad about only getting a one-dollar 'encouragement award.'

"And thank you to all our friends and family for acknowledging me. Tonight, on our wedding night, I'll make sure Julie is thoroughly satisfied."

The room fell into a suffocating silence. Even my mother-in-law—who always claimed to love me like her own son—said nothing.

Seeing how pale I'd gone, Julie Black spoke with brutal honesty.

"I accidentally got pregnant. The guy felt insecure and insisted on coming to the wedding, so I agreed. I was the one who crossed the line. I have to take responsibility."

My heart sank into an icy abyss.

Only then did I understand the meaning behind the one-dollar "encouragement bonus" Julie had transferred to me the night before.

Staring at my wife's unfamiliar face, I made up my mind: I didn't want her anymore.

I stayed silent, and Julie Black said hesitantly, "Adam, no matter who ends up by my side, you'll always be my husband. Since you know about Chuck and me now, let him spend the New Year with us this year."

I could barely believe it. This was the woman I had loved with everything I had for twenty years.

How could she be this shameless?

My stomach turned. I looked away, forcing down the bitterness rising in my chest.

"Do whatever you want."

Julie smiled with satisfaction and leaned in to kiss me the way she used to.

I flinched away instinctively, but before I could move, Chuck pulled her into his arms.

Right in front of me, they nuzzled each other, faces touching.

"Babe, I can't wait anymore. Let's head to the bridal suite now."

"You wear me out every time—you're not going to devour me again tonight, are you?"

Julie let out a soft laugh, kissed him, then turned to me with a helpless look.

"Young guys are so full of fire, they can hardly hold back. I'll take Chuck home first. Honey, Chuck loves the meals you cook. Go get some groceries—we'll all have dinner together."

She spoke like she was ordering around a servant.

Without giving me another glance, she took Chuck's hand and rushed out.

The stares around me—mocking, amused—pierced me from every direction.

I stood there for a long time, my chest so tight I could barely breathe.

Julie and I had grown up together.

Back then, just because she said she wanted to start a business, I gave up a job that paid ten times more. I buried myself in the lab, staying up for an entire month straight to develop a product for her.

In the end, I had five cardiac arrests and collapsed—and that sacrifice built the company she has today.

Later, she suddenly said she loved the food I cooked.

No matter how busy I was with research, I brought her lunchboxes without fail, rain or shine.

People in our circle even made fun of me, calling me a spineless simp desperate to live off a woman.

Now it was clear—it wasn't her who loved the food. It was Chuck.

Three years ago, Chuck was just a poor kid from the mountains who couldn't afford school. He knelt in front of me, crying and begging, and I softened. I decided to help him.

I paid off his five million in gambling debt and got him a job at the Black Corporation.

I never imagined my kindness would be repaid by him sleeping with my wife—and humiliating me in public at my own wedding.

The ceremony ended quickly.

I immediately texted a lawyer friend: [Get the divorce papers ready. I've decided to take back the core patents and move abroad with my sister for her studies.]

The second I hit send, my sister came over, urging me, "Bro, why aren't you going to the store to cook? What if Chuck gets hungry?"

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My mind went blank. I stared at her and forced the words out, "You already knew Julie was cheating?"

"She's not cheating. She and Chuck are really in love. Chuck treats me so well. He takes me out all the time. He's way better than you!"

Her face was indifferent, even lighting up when she talked about Chuck.

But the moment she looked at me, her expression turned completely disgusted.

"She's pregnant with his kid now—she couldn't be happier. If you ask me, you're the one getting in the way."

My heart felt like it was being carved apart. I staggered back two steps, staring in shock at the sister I had raised and taken care of my whole life.

But she didn't even register my pale face. After urging me two more times, she just turned and walked away.

A chill sank deep into my bones.

I deleted the message I'd just sent and wrote a new one to my lawyer: [Also draft a document to sever sibling ties.]

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, hard.

The love that had already rotted, and the sister who had betrayed me—I wanted none of it anymore.

When I got home, the newly decorated wedding room I had put so much care into was in complete chaos.

Wrappers from condoms were scattered across the floor, and traces of their intimacy were everywhere.

Chuck walked out, rubbing his lower back with a satisfied look.

When he saw me, he deliberately tilted his head, showing off the marks on his neck.

"Adam, that wedding bed you picked out is really something. Julie and I tried eighteen new positions—she was so into it, you'd think she'd never been with a man before. She wanted me over and over. What's the matter—are you not able to satisfy her?"

His eyes dropped meaningfully toward my waist.

Blood rushed to my head. I swung and punched him hard.

"You ungrateful bastard!"

He took the hit and fell to the ground, clutching his bruised lip as he put on an act of apology.

"I'm sorry, Adam. I didn't realize you still couldn't accept me. Since you're calling me the other man, I have no right to stay here. I'll leave right now."

Julie walked in just in time to see it. Furious, she shoved me aside.

"Adam, have you had enough? What did Chuck ever do to you? Why do you keep going after him like this?"

In twenty years together, she had always been sweet and considerate with me. Even when we argued, she was the first to back down.

And now, over another man, she was attacking me without a second thought.

Julie cupped Chuck's face, checking his injuries—the same way she used to worry over me, full of tenderness and care.

A flash of smugness crossed Chuck's eyes. Pretending to be understanding, he said to Julie, "Julie, don't blame Adam. He's just jealous and upset—I get it."

Then he put on a concerned act, coming over to talk to me, leaning close to whisper in my ear with a mocking tone:

"A kept man like you, with no real talent—who can you blame when your wife finds someone new? I was nice enough to let you keep cooking so you could keep mooching off the household."

His voice dripped with ridicule.

"You didn't know, did you? That one-dollar 'encouragement bonus' Julie sent you—I'm the one who told her to give it to you. She said if she hadn't taken you in, you'd be a lonely old man nobody wanted—totally not worth a cent."

Chuck's arrogance made me sick to my stomach.

I swallowed my rage and hardened my expression.

"No matter what you say, you're still nothing but a pathetic homewrecker. Even if Julie and I get divorced, it won't be your turn."

Chuck's face went dark instantly.

Without warning, he shoved a pair of scissors into my hand and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Adam, I swear I won't touch Julie again! I'll leave right now. Please don't kill me!"

At almost the exact same moment, Julie charged forward and kicked me away.

"Stop! Don't you dare lay a finger on Chuck!"

My sister heard the commotion and ran out, snapping at me.

"Adam, even if you're jealous of Chuck, you don't need to try to kill him!"

Even my own sister—my own flesh and blood—was convinced I had hurt him. My heart turned even colder.

"He set this up himself! I didn't touch him at all!"

But the look in Julie's eyes only grew more disgusted.

"How can you be so cruel? And you're still trying to blame Chuck!"

My sister glared at me like I was her enemy.

I was about to speak again when Chuck suddenly cried out in pain.

Panicked, Julie and my sister rushed him into an ambulance, dragging me along with them.

Just then, my father-in-law and mother-in-law arrived.

The second they saw me, they flew into a rage and slapped me twice across the face.

My usually gentle mother-in-law was now grinding her teeth, pointing at my nose as she cursed.

"Chuck gave us our first grandson! If you cause any more trouble, I'll have you thrown out of the family to beg on the streets!"

Julie's parents had watched me grow up. They were like a second set of parents to me.

Who would have thought that twenty years of history couldn't compete with an outsider?

"I didn't touch Chuck—he's not even injured—"

"Adam, you're still lying! The doctor said Chuck is seriously hurt—he needs a kidney transplant!"

My sister burst in, cutting me off.

At that, my mother-in-law viciously lashed out, kicking toward my groin.

"I always knew you had bad intentions! Since you're useless yourself, you can't stand seeing Chuck do well! You've been with Julie for years—if you could have gotten her pregnant, we wouldn't need Chuck at all! It's your fault for being worthless!"

My sister's face was full of anger and disappointment.

"This is attempted assault. I've already called the cops—you can rot in prison! A criminal brother like you isn't worth having!"