I've been in a relationship with Wendy Hudson for ten years. Somehow, I'm not surprised at all when I find out that she's been cheating on me.

But what surprises me is the fact that she's been cheating on me with her uncle, Timothy Zuckerman.

On our wedding anniversary, Wendy finally fulfills her promise to go on another honeymoon trip with me to make it up to me for the lost one.

But as soon as we arrive at the airport, her phone gets crammed with text messages instantly. All it takes is one glance at the phone for her brows to be tangled into a frown, which is weird, considering that she's the type who keeps her composure at all times.

"Darling, my best friend has been hospitalized because of an acute disease. I need to visit her right now."

The way Wendy speaks is very rapid. The genuine anxiety on her face makes it difficult for me to say no.

As I watch her silhouette disappear from the VIP passageway, I rip up the ticket in my hands. Then, I tap on my phone to see the photo my assistant has just sent me.

Heh… The truth is, Wendy's best friend is currently on a honeymoon trip with her boyfriend in another country. How is it possible for said friend to get hospitalized due to an acute disease?

I'd like to see who on earth Wendy is actually visiting at the hospital!

Fresh bouquets and wreaths adorned the Hudson residence. An expensive red carpet stretched all the way to the roadside.

I stood outside in silence, looking at the wedding venue before me. Was someone from Wendy Hudson's family getting married? Why keep it from me?

As I walked in, I could hear the guests talking all around me.

"Did you see her? The bride is gorgeous!"

"Yeah. I heard she just came back from abroad—basically rushed home for this. How sweet!"

"She's the eldest daughter of the Hudson family, right?"

Their whispers made me frown. Perhaps it was all a coincidence. However, when I stepped through the main doors, the host's voice stunned me in place.

"Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Timothy and Wendy…"

The names hit me like a blow. Timothy and Wendy? Weren't they uncle and niece? How had they suddenly become bride and groom? Could it just be two people with the same names?

When the bride and groom walked out from backstage, the last of my illusions shattered.

Timothy Zuckerman and my wife, Wendy, stepped out arm in arm, looking deeply in love. The tenderness on her face turned my hands into fists. Through the roar of applause, her eyes met mine.

She instinctively tightened her grip on Timothy, who was startled by her reaction. I strode forward and landed a hard punch across his face before turning back to her.

"Hey, Wendy. Marrying into the wealthiest family in the country wasn't enough for you that you had to play house with someone else, huh?"

My voice was as cold as ice. Her face turned deathly pale. The guests around us were shocked by my sudden outburst.

"Who the heck is this? He came in and went straight to hitting the groom!"

"A lunatic for sure."

I scanned my surroundings and scoffed. "A lunatic? What's wrong with hitting the guy who stole my wife?"

My words instantly set the crowd buzzing. Everyone turned to look at Timothy with quizzical eyes.

Wendy's face darkened. She stepped in front of him and blocked my way. "I told you, Jake, we will never be! What on earth do you think you're doing, crashing my wedding?"

I hadn't even figured out what she meant when Timothy chimed in loudly. "Jake, I know you can't forget Wendy because she sponsored you, but there was never any chance between you two.

"She's always treated you like a younger brother, a poor student she needed to help. You two belong to completely different worlds."

The moment those words fell, the faces around me changed.

"Oh my gosh. A broke loser crushing on his sponsor?"

"I think so. This is why you shouldn't sponsor just anyone. Not only do you get nothing in return, but you end up with trouble!"

"Is this guy delusional? Can't he see the gap between them?"

An exasperated laugh escaped me as I witnessed just how shameless they were. To save their reputations, they actually twisted the truth.

Fine. Two could play the game.

"For God's sake, he's your uncle, Wendy! Sneaking around behind my back is one thing, but you two have the nerve to make a spectacle out of it?"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

"Wait. I thought they were childhood sweethearts. How did this turn into an uncle-and-niece wedding?"

"Seriously, incest? What's going on in rich people's world?"

"That's nonsense, Jake!" Wendy snapped. She grabbed my arm, her voice dropping to a cold whisper. "Leave right now, and I might let you walk away with some dignity."

I snorted and shook her hand off. "Maybe you should be the one worrying about your dignity."

Timothy gently patted Wendy's hand and turned to the guests with a calm smile.

"Everyone, Wendy and I aren't blood-related. I was adopted by the Hudson family when I was young. I worked hard all these years before I finally felt worthy enough to hold her hand. Please, give us your blessings."

Wendy stepped forward as well.

"Tim never wanted to bring up his past. It's only because of this ungrateful troublemaker that we have to explain," she said. "Today's my wedding. Fine if you won't offer your blessing, but why come here just to cause a scene?"

A glass of wine was thrown straight at my face, red liquid running down my hair and collar as curses followed from every direction. I sneered and wiped the wine from my face.

Ungrateful? That word suited Timothy Zuckerman far better.

The three of us were about the same age, and we had been inseparable as children.

Back then, when the Hudson family found out he wasn't their biological son, they planned to send him back to the orphanage. I was the one who begged my parents to take him in.

We ate at the same table, lived under the same roof, and grew up together. After graduation, I even funded his startup and helped him build his career from the ground up.

He knew full well that Wendy and I were married, yet he still destroyed our relationship. If anyone was an ingrate, it was Timothy.

At that thought, I grabbed a glass of wine from a nearby table and flung it straight at Timothy. "I should be the one splashing wine here. Back then, when you were kneeling outside the Miller residence, begging my parents to take you in, you weren't so cocky.

"You cried and swore you'd repay me for the rest of your life, but now, you stole my wife—your niece. Is this how you repay me?"

For a brief second, the room fell silent. Then, an even louder laughter erupted.

"Wait. The Millers? You've got to be kidding. A broke nobody pretending to be the heir of the richest family in the country. He probably heard the real heir rarely stayed in the country and thought he could bluff his way through."

Timothy listened to the laughter and donned a smug smile. "Oh, Jake. You don't actually believe changing your last name makes you the heir of the Miller family, do you?

"All these years, I pitied your poor background, so I never said much about Wendy sponsoring you. But what you've done today is overboard. Do you have any idea how much gossip this will bring down on her?"

As soon as he finished, guests around us chimed in.

"Don't worry. We'll all be your witnesses! This lunatic barged in, assaulted you, and even tried to fake someone else's identity!"

Seeing the crowd on their side, Wendy finally relaxed. She even smiled, then pointed at me. "If I'd known you'd turn out like this, I would've donated that money to stray dogs instead… Security, throw this madman out!"

The guards who had been waiting nearby rushed forward at once. I grabbed a bottle of red wine from the table and smashed it onto the floor. "Lay a finger on me if you dare! Wendy, think about what will happen to your parents."

Her face dropped instantly.

Her parents, Luther Hudson and Janet Cole, had always thought highly of me, not just because I was the heir of the Millers, but because their family had risen with my family's backing.

For these two to secretly hold a wedding behind their backs was practically asking for trouble.

I smirked and said coldly, "My family helped build yours from the ground up. Say, what do you think will happen to Timothy when they find out about this wedding?"

Timothy's face stiffened. He was about to speak when a voice rang out from the entrance. "Mr. and Mrs. Hudson have arrived!"

At the sound of the announcement, everyone turned to look. Luther and Janet entered slowly. Their eyes swept over the chaos scattered across the floor, and Luther's face darkened instantly.

He looked up at the three of us on the stage, his gaze full of anger. I smiled to myself, thinking Wendy had dug her own grave this time. "Mr. Hudson, you came at just the right time. Wendy—"

A sharp slap landed across my face. "It's you again, you madman! Didn't I tell you to stay away from my daughter?"

The sting of the blow left me frozen in place. When I turned my head, I saw Wendy and Timothy smirking at me with unmasked mockery. They had known all along.

Two soft chuckles echoed through what was supposed to be a solemn wedding. Every eye in the room was on me, waiting to see me humiliated.

Janet pointed at me and shrilled, "All these years, Wendy has been supporting your studies, but apparently, it isn't enough for you. Marrying her? Dream on!"

Seeing my shocked expression, Luther let out a dismissive laugh. He leaned closer and whispered, "I know what you're thinking, but you'd better face reality. Your father has been dead for three years.

"Without a leader, your family will be absorbed by us sooner or later. Now, be smart and leave. After they get married, I might let you see Wendy again."

I couldn't help but laugh. Dead? Who said my father was dead?

Years ago, he had been ambushed by enemies and had been recovering abroad ever since. On the surface, the Miller family might look leaderless, but behind the scenes, Dad still had full control.

A wave of domestic media rumors had apparently convinced Luther that Dad was gone. But that was fine. I finally had a clear view of their true colors.

"You're so full of yourself, Mr. Hudson. But when it comes to my family matters, I don't think you know the full story."

Wendy's voice rang out from behind me. "So what if you're really a Miller? They're finished. If you're going to commit identity fraud, at least pick a better person."

The guests around us laughed along.

"He probably knew of the Miller family's wealth on a surface level and thought no one would call him out."

"Right? He must've heard the old news. The Millers have been struggling for years now."

"Why does anyone expect a broke nobody to know about the death of the Miller patriarch? Give me a break!"

I looked at Wendy calmly. "Remind me again—who made the Hudson family what it is today?"

She paused for a moment at my words.

Timothy stepped forward. "It wasn't like the Hudsons didn't work for it themselves. Are you saying it's all because of you? We built the major industries across the country with our blood, sweat, and tears!"

How hilarious.

Back then, the Hudson family only ran a small manufacturing company. It was only after linking up with my family that they expanded, fueled by our investments.

Now, they actually thought they had achieved all that on their own. What a bunch of ungrateful parasites.

The guests began to murmur, noticing my insistence.

"Those clothes on him… They seem really expensive, though."

"You're right. Maybe they're legit."

"It's hard to say. I mean, how could a broke student afford an outfit like that?"