As I listened to the report, a sharp, rhythmic ache pulsed in my chest.

My most trusted assistant and my most intimate partner had joined forces to orchestrate the most devastating betrayal imaginable.

An attorney, of all people, had been blindsided by a scheme orchestrated right under her own roof.

I ended the call before my temper erupted.

The moment I set the phone down, a new message from James flashed on the screen.

[Claire, why is my card frozen? I’m meeting a few collectors today. I can’t move any funds. This will sink the entire deal.]

I felt my scalp prickle with rage.

For our so-called “artistic family,” I had poured my soul and fortune into him. The capital I had invested could have outright purchased multiple galleries.

To spare him any embarrassment, I had given him a black card with no preset limit.

Did he really believe I cared about the money in those deals?

I ignored him. Instead, I printed out the investigation report that the firm had just sent me.

Ten minutes later, James called again. He sounded furious as he said, “Claire, what’s going on with you? I have projects worth millions waiting on funding, and you froze my accounts? Are you trying to destroy my career?”

Good God. He was the one who stole my confidential files and betrayed me.

Where did he find the audacity to call and accuse me?

Had he lost his darn mind?

My grip tightened around the phone. I could not hold it in any longer.

I said, “Go away. I have nothing to say to a corporate spy.”

And with that, I hung up on him.

Hearing the commotion, my mother-in-law, Susan Marshall, who had been arranging flowers in the living room, came over and asked me what had happened.

I gave her a brief summary of what had happened.

Susan’s brow furrowed instantly. Her expression was one of utter disbelief. “James would never do such a thing! Claire, there must be some misunderstanding. He’s an artist. What does an artist know about these corporate schemes?”

I looked at her with a cold gaze. “Are you saying that I’m framing him?”

Susan sighed and took my hand. With a patient and earnest tone, she said, “Claire, I know your job is stressful. But James is your husband. Men sometimes make foolish choices to save face in front of others. As a wife, you should be more understanding, instead of freezing his accounts and burning bridges.”

Half an hour later, James stormed through the front door in a rage.

“Claire, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Susan immediately stepped forward and feigned reproach. “James, is that any way to speak to your wife? Do you know you almost broke the law?”

James cut her off with a furious wave of his hand. “Mom, stay out of it! Because of this stupid mess, Julie was so worried that she even cried! She thinks I’m the one who got her into this!”

As soon as he said that, the room went dead silent.

A beat later, James turned to me. His voice was sharp with reproach. “Claire, can’t you think about my career for once? Julie says that if you unfreeze the accounts and leave her alone, she’ll pretend nothing ever happened.”

Hearing this, Susan turned her gaze on me as well. She tried to persuade me.

“Claire, maybe you should unfreeze the accounts first? James’s career is finally taking off. You know things haven’t been easy for him.”

I stared at them intensely. Then, I laughed.

“So, let me get this straight. Instead of apologizing, you’re both asking me to forgive a thief and a traitor?”

Susan’s expression flickered with guilt, but a well-practiced mask of elder superiority quickly replaced it.

“Claire, don’t talk like that. Julie only wanted to help James. Her intentions were good. And honestly, you’re a successful attorney with all the resources in the world. Shouldn’t you want to share some of that with your husband to let him shine too? Why are you being so petty about it?”

Hearing that Susan was backing him, any lingering hope of understanding extinguished itself.

“Her intentions were good?”

I snorted. “Stealing confidential client data and conspiring with my husband to betray me, that’s what you call good intentions?”

Seeing that I was not backing down, James sighed.

“This is exactly it. You’re always so literal, so uptight. No fun at all. And Julie’s right, you’re like a machine. You work, and that’s it. What I need is a soulmate. Could you even be that?”

Hearing that, Susan chimed in tentatively.

“That’s right. James is an artist. And you’re just a businessperson who only knows numbers. You were never a match for him. If you weren’t so useful financially, our family would never have accepted you in the first place.”

James glared at me with a darkened expression and said with a harsh voice, “Claire, I’ve tried to be reasonable with you, but you can’t sabotage my career and bully Julie just because you’re my wife! Would anyone still dare to be nice to me if you keep acting like this?”

My heart was pounding with rage. “I sabotaged you? I bullied her? Go on—tell me how!”

James snapped at me angrily, “What, am I wrong? I only wanted to learn from your success, and you responded by freezing my accounts! Julie was only trying to help me share the burden! What did she ever do wrong? You, on the other hand, not only refused to help me, but you even tried to nuke my career and get her fired! How is that not bullying?

I stared at the man I had loved for a decade as a wave of disappointment washed over me.

“James, I can’t believe I married you!”

Hearing that, he simply snorted. “There it is. You’re finally speaking your mind. Julie was right about you. You couldn’t stand to see me succeed. The moment you realized my career might actually eclipse yours, you had to pull the rug out from under me!”

Slap!

I felt an intense stab of pain in my heart. Before I could stop myself, I hurled the divorce papers straight into James’s face.

James clutched his face and glared at me in disbelief. “You’re actually divorcing me?”

Susan rushed to his side to steady him with a look of concern. Then, she shot me a look of reproach and said, “Claire, how could you threaten divorce over something so small? Every marriage has bumps. Are you really going to blow this out of proportion?”

As they stood there united against me, I received a text.

It was Julie.

[Just accept it, Claire. Men will always choose the sweet, adoring girl over an intimidating career woman like you. Do you really think you can beat me? When I become Mrs. Marshall, the first thing I’ll do is wipe your name off the house deed!]