Eric smiled.

“Just happened to be passing by, thought I’d pick you up for the company dinner party.”

“Tonight’s not just any dinner—I’ve got something important to announce. You better be the first to stand up and support me!”

Sarah nodded eagerly.

“Of course!”

Eric cast me a glance, then looked at the shredded Divorce Agreement on the floor by my feet. With a smirk, he said,

“David, fighting with Sarah again?”

“You’re a man, and yet you bicker with your wife all day. Don’t you find it pathetic?”

“I heard from Sarah you’ve been working delivery shifts after your day job just to make ends meet?”

“David, you graduated from a top university, and yet you’re worse off than me—a high school graduate?”

“Let me give you a chance. Come work at my company.”

“I’m not saying you’ll strike it rich, but when my company goes public at the end of the year, if you work hard and earn some stock options, you could become a millionaire overnight.”

I ignored Eric’s sneering and temptation, my face cold.

Sarah shot me a vicious glare, then turned to Eric with a sugary smile.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just a petty mule. Probably had a rough time on deliveries today and decided to take it out on me.”

Eric gave me a contemptuous glance and said mockingly,

“You take out your frustrations on your wife? Real impressive, David.”

“When my company goes public at year’s end, Sarah’s stock options will be second only to mine. She’ll be worth tens of millions, maybe even over a hundred million. Then you really won’t be able to hold your head up in front of her.”

Sarah’s face glowed with excitement. She threw me a disdainful look, then quickly pulled Eric out the door, as if afraid I might lose control and lash out.

Not long after they left, my phone buzzed.

It was a video from Eric.

On the footage from his car’s dashcam, Eric and Sarah were half-dressed, locked in a passionate kiss.

The taunt was obvious.

In the past, I would have flown into a rage, ready to kill him.

Now, I only felt disgust. The anger was gone.

When you care about someone, their every move stirs your emotions.

But once you stop caring, nothing matters anymore.

I packed my things into a suitcase and drafted another Divorce Agreement.

Since I had already decided to divorce Sarah, there would be no turning back.

As night fell, I waited at home for Sarah’s return.

That was when a message from the bank arrived.

When I read it, my face froze in shock.

The three hundred thousand dollars in my account had been completely drained.

That money was partly what I had scrimped and saved over the years, but mostly the inheritance left by my late parents.

After our marriage, Sarah had managed that account. I had reminded her countless times never to touch it unless it was for buying a house or raising kids in the future.

And now, the entire three hundred thousand was gone.

My first instinct was to call Sarah.

When she picked up, I could hear loud, chaotic noises on her end—cheers and excited shouts.

Frantically, I demanded,

“Did you transfer that three hundred thousand out of the account?”

On the other end, Sarah’s impatient voice came through.

“I used it to buy the company’s Pre-IPO Stock Options. All the employees bought in. By the time the IPO hits at year’s end, the shares will skyrocket…”

I cut her off, shouting in fury,

“Eric is running an illegal investment scam! Get that money back right now!”

Sarah’s annoyance deepened as she snapped,

“David, if you don’t understand, stop slandering people.”

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get rich—I’m not missing it.”

“You’re too short-sighted, no wonder you’ve never made any real money. Eric is way ahead of you.”

Before I could respond, she hung up. When I tried again, she refused to answer.

Boiling with anger, I rushed out and headed straight to the hotel near her office, where the company dinner was being held.

When I arrived, Eric was on stage, microphone in hand, passionately painting a rosy picture of the company’s future.

Below, Sarah and the others listened with flushed faces, thrilled and mesmerized.

The atmosphere was electric. Eric was too good at manipulation, and they had all lost their reason.

My sudden appearance made Sarah falter.

Then, frowning in irritation, she demanded,

“What are you doing here?”

I roared,

“Get that money back!”

Sarah snapped back, her face dark with anger,

“David, are you trying to humiliate me in public?”

“Get out of here right now, or else—”

I cut her off.

“Not until you return that three hundred thousand!”

Sarah’s face flushed red with rage. Her coworkers exchanged curious, mocking looks, whispering behind their hands.

“So that’s Sarah’s husband?”

“Didn’t she say she ruled the house like a queen? That her husband always gave in to her? What’s going on now?”

“I never liked her anyway. She joined after us, but acts all high and mighty just because she’s close to the boss.”

“I heard Sarah and the boss are having an affair. Been cheating on her husband for ages.”

“Of course. Why else would he shower her with luxury gifts when the rest of us get crumbs?”

“But honestly, Sarah’s husband really has no sense of finance. Three hundred thousand invested in stock options—by the IPO, that’ll multiply several times over.”

“My husband’s the same, shortsighted and clinging to dead savings. If not for me, he’d never make a cent.”

“I even put up our family’s hundred thousand into options—didn’t tell anyone at home. Once the stock explodes after the IPO, it’ll be a huge surprise.”

As the gossip swirled, Eric stepped down from the stage, smirking as he said to me,

“David, you can’t make money yourself, so you’re stopping Sarah from making money too? What’s wrong with you?”

“Afraid that once she’s rich, she’ll kick you to the curb?”

“You’re a top university grad, yet you earn only a few thousand a month and deliver food to get by. Don’t you feel pathetic?”

“Sarah’s making money with me. I guarantee that by the IPO, her stock options will be worth at least five times more!”

“For you, making money is hard. For me, it’s easy. Do you know what the biggest difference between us is?”

“Your mindset about money is too conservative. You’re already falling far behind the times.”

Eric Johnson’s manipulative words made Sarah Miller and the others look at him with burning eyes, as if he were some god of fortune.

My response was simple—I swung and landed a punch straight on his face.

No one had expected me to actually hit Eric in public.

He cried out in pain, clutching his face as he stumbled back and fell hard onto the floor.

The others gasped in shock and rushed to help him up.

Sarah, unable to contain herself any longer, slapped me hard across the face.

Her eyes were bloodshot with rage as she shouted,

“David, you’re insane!”

“You just can’t stand to see someone else doing well. Since when did your jealousy get so out of control?”

“I order you—apologize to Eric right now, or I’ll never forgive you!”

The others glared at me with hostility, joining in the chorus of scolding.

“This guy must be crazy!”

“Mr. Johnson only said a couple of things, and he lost it?”

“What a petty man—just like my husband!”

“Mr. Johnson treats us so well. We can’t just let him be bullied.”

“He must get down on his knees and apologize to Mr. Johnson, or we won’t let this slide!”

Even though I had hit him, Eric was smirking when he saw the women all loudly condemning me and firmly taking his side. His eyes gleamed with smug ridicule.

Feigning magnanimity, Eric said,

“Assaulting someone for no reason? That’s an arrestable offense.”

“David, I know you’ve always hated me. You think I’m better than you, and deep down you’re insecure, unable to hold your head high in front of Sarah.”

“I’ve seen plenty of men like you—narrow-minded, hot-tempered, and insecure.”

“But I won’t hold it against you. Just apologize, and we’ll let this go…”

Before he could finish, Sarah cut in quickly,

“How could we let it go? He split your lip! He has to get down on his knees and apologize to you.”

Then she turned on me, barking,

“What are you waiting for?”

“Didn’t you hear me? You’ve humiliated me enough tonight. Now you must kneel and apologize to Eric immediately!”

I stared at Sarah coldly.

“And if I don’t?”

Under so many watchful eyes, Sarah’s face twisted with fury. She raised her hand again to slap me.

At that moment, a group of police officers rushed in.

A flicker of panic flashed in Eric’s eyes.

Sarah and the others froze for a second, then broke into smiles, shouting all at once:

“Who called the cops? Perfect timing! Arrest this lunatic who hit our boss!”

“Officers, we can all testify—this madman barged in during our dinner party and attacked our boss for no reason!”

“Take him away! We think he’s mentally unstable. Best to send him straight to a psychiatric ward!”

The lead officer frowned at the chaotic scene and said sternly,

“We received a report of illegal fundraising taking place here.”

Sarah and the others froze again, then quickly began protesting their innocence.