As I leaned against Wilson's chest, a cold smile curled at the corner of my lips.

Of course he thought Yvette was different.

After all, she used to be a man. She knew better how to please one.

…

Wilson's obsession with Yvette grew deeper by the day. Soon, he was doing anything she asked.

When she said she liked houses by the sea, he immediately bought her a luxury beachfront property in a coastal city.

When she mentioned wanting a designer bag, he swiped his card without blinking.

He even secretly transferred 10% of his shares in Gunner Corp into her name.

When Brendon told me about it, I was sitting in my office reviewing a surgical plan.

My pen froze in midair. Ink spread across the page, a dark blot blooming like the pain and hatred I couldn't hide.

Even at the height of our love, he had never given me 10% of the company, and yet he handed it over so easily to a mistress.

How pathetic.

I took a deep breath to force down the storm inside me and called Yvette.

When she answered, I got straight to the point. "It's time."

There was a pause on the other end. Then, her voice came through. "Okay, I got it."

After hanging up, I stared out at the busy city beyond the window with a cold gaze.

It was time for Wilson to pay for everything he owed our child and me.

That night, Wilson actually came home. He looked worse than before. His face was pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. His coughing had gotten worse too.

"You're home late," I said, placing a bowl of freshly made soup in front of him. "Drink this to warm up."

He took a few sips and sighed tiredly. "Work's been crazy, and I need to look after Yvette. I'm exhausted."

He set the bowl down and looked at me. "Shannon, once the novelty wears off, I'll go back to becoming a good husband. We can have another child. What do you think?"

Novelty?

So even now, Yvette was just a fleeting amusement to him.

I looked at him and felt a deep sense of irony. Wasn't it a little too late to play the part of a good husband?

"Sure," I replied gently, though my gaze remained calm and empty.

Wilson seemed relieved. He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes to rest.

The next morning, something happened to him.

When I arrived at the hospital, the emergency room light was still on.

Brendon paced anxiously outside. When he saw me, he rushed over. "Dr. Vance, thank god you're here. Mr. Gunner suddenly collapsed. The doctors say his condition is critical."

I nodded calmly. "I see. Let's wait for the doctor."

Just then, my phone vibrated with a news alert.

The headline read, "Scandal Breaking! Gunner Corp Chairman, Wilson Gunner, Steals Woman's Boyfriend for Thrills!"

The comment section had already exploded, with netizens slamming Wilson for taking things to a sick new level.

Had he actually coerced a man with a girlfriend into a gender-affirming surgery just for thrills?

Gunner Corp's stock price had already started plummeting.

Not long after, the emergency room light turned off.

A doctor stepped out and said, "The patient is temporarily out of danger, but his condition is still serious. He'll need further observation and treatment."

Wilson was wheeled out moments later. His face was ghostly pale, and his eyes were barely open.

Brendon rushed to tell him the news.

Wilson struggled to speak. "Shannon, what's with that news? What do they mean I stole someone's boyfriend?"

I put my phone away and walked to his bedside. Leaning down, I looked into his confused eyes and said slowly, "Yvette is transgender. She used to be a man."