Divorce After Husband's Affair

On our third wedding anniversary, the system confirmed that I had successfully achieved my goal, and my account balance increased by 3 billion dollars. Meanwhile, my husband was playing a drinking game and flirting at a bar with his "first love."

As the amber liquid trickled from their lips, soaking into the neckline of her blouse, I arrived to find him defiantly kicking the coffee table.

"Are you done? We're just friends, playing some games, and you're blowing this out of proportion. Kamari and I grew up together. Even if I wanted to do something, why should it matter to you?"

I watched his indifferent dismissal with a cold gaze. No commitments, no responsibilities.

Calmly, I approached Kamari. Instead of what everyone thought I might do, I pulled out a check. "A million dollars. Take him and get out of my sight."

Time to toss out the trash.

Standing at the entrance of the pub, watching the people come and go, I felt exhausted for the first time. I'd spent over ten hours working overtime today; even the most dedicated worker deserves a break.

Earlier, on my way out from work, I received a photo from Kamari—Remington’s first love. In the picture, Remington's eyes were filled with affection, his lips slightly swollen.

"[Hey, sis-in-law, I'm worried Remington might have had too much to drink. Could you pick him up tonight?]"

Did she think I was a chauffeur? Have their fun, then let me deal with the fallout, trying to prove that Remington still loves her the most?

Suppressing my irritation, I pushed open the door to the private room. Inside, the scene was annoyingly clear. On the couch, the couple was entangled, with Remington downing another swig from his glass before clasping Kamari’s neck to transfer the wine into her mouth, some spilling over and soaking her neckline. Her white shirt turned translucent, contributing to the seductive atmosphere.

The crowd cheered until silenced by my entrance. With arms crossed, I watched Kamari feign modesty, pushing Remington away though their legs remained entwined.

"You're having a blast. Why stop now?"

Kamari propped herself up, "Sis-in-law, don't misunderstand, it’s just..."

With a thud, Remington kicked the coffee table, sending it skidding away. "Are you done being a nag? We're just friends. She came back from overseas, and I wanted to celebrate. What's the big deal? You're embarrassing yourself with all this paranoia."

"We've been friends since childhood, and naturally we're close. If I really wanted to do something, what does it have to do with you?"

The others laughed, reflecting Remington's attitude towards me. Yes, everyone knew that I, Olivia Morrison, had chased Remington Roberts like a fool for three years and married him for another three, handling everything at his company.

I even transferred all company shares to him. His attitude towards me was mirrored by his friends.

"So, Remington, as long as you don’t drop your pants, it’s not considered cheating?"

He arrogantly lounged back, his arm wrapped around Kamari's waist. I stepped forward, and just as everyone thought I would make a move, I pulled out a check and signed it for Kamari. "I’m guessing times are tough for your family. Otherwise, why would a pampered girl who hasn't even graduated be cozying up to Remington?"

As the clock struck midnight, the system confirmed I had completed my three-year marriage task with Remington. The 3 billion dollars were immediately credited to my account. Remington's worth in my eyes had dropped to zero.

"This is a million dollars. Take him and disappear from my sight forever."

Time to toss out the garbage.

Remington hadn't yet processed what had happened. I grabbed his disheveled tie and fixed my gaze on him. "Congratulations, you're free now. I won’t cling to you anymore. See you at the courthouse on Monday."