Divorcing Sonya was no small matter. I needed to use this time to secure every possible fallback for myself.

During this period, Keenan hadn't been idle either. His social media feed got updated several times a day.

Breakfast with the female CEO, late-night overtime together, standing atop the city's grandest skyscraper overlooking the earth.

First experiences of skydiving, exploring the depths of the ocean and witnessing the breathtaking beauty of the aurora.

This business trip gave him experiences and joys he could never have dreamed of achieving in his lifetime. His excitement is overflowing, barely contained in his posts.

Once, it was me who accompanied Sonya on all these adventures. Now, my colleagues look at me with a mix of caution and sympathy in their eyes.

Sonya has clearly allowed Keenan to flaunt their time together in this way just to disgust me. It's a ruthless and calculated move, one that cuts straight to the heart.

Lately, Hector has practically moved in with me, helping me and the legal team to manage the division of assets with Sonya.

One day, he barged into my office in a rage, clutching an envelope, "Cole, Sonya has gone too far this time!"

I was signing a business document and looked up at his outburst, noticing his face flushed with anger, "What's wrong? She's back?"

Hector slapped the envelope onto my desk. A memory card and a few photos slid out, it was pictures of Sonya and Keenan lying together in a hotel's couple suite. Keenan was shirtless, his chest adorned with conspicuous red marks. The ambiguous traces were glaringly obscene.

Hector said angrily, "She hasn't come back yet, but her scandalous photos have arrived first!"

My shoulders, initially upright, gradually slumped. A suffocating weight tightened around my chest, sending waves of pain through my heart. With trembling fingers, I picked up the memory card and inserted it into my backup computer.

At dusk, on the rooftop balcony of a hotel, Sonya stood on tiptoe, cupping Keenan's face with both hands, gazing at him with near-obsessive affection.

Behind them, the sunset painted the sky in a deep orange hue. The evening glow spread like a woven tapestry, framing the lovers in an image so picturesque it seemed like an exquisite painting unfurling across the heavens.

As their lips drew closer, I snapped the laptop shut. Even my voice betrayed a tremor as I asked, "Who sent this?"

"It came by courier. The receptionist signed for it," Hector said.

I took a deep, measured breath and slowly exhaled. Carefully, I gathered the photos, placed them back into the envelope and locked them in a drawer before regaining my composure and said, "Keep this matter quiet. Find out who sent the package."

Hector said, "Who else could it be? It must be that shameless Keenan, driven mad with ambition to climb the ranks!"

The video's angle resembled that of a candid shot rather than something staged. But it didn't matter.

What mattered was that Sonya had truly soiled herself this time. Tomorrow is mid-month and these filthy people and their affairs should finally come to an end.

The next day, Sonya returned to the company. During the morning meeting, she made a public display of authority, using a severe example to establish control.

She fired three employees who had earlier ridiculed Keenan the most, two of whom were my people. I wasn't surprised by her blatant defense of Keenan. After all, they now shared the same bed.

What did surprise me was that she brought Keenan to the family dinner that evening.

Taking advantage of the business trip, Keenan had prepared numerous gifts for my mother-in-law, health supplements tailored to her preferences. His efforts were well-received and she was delighted.

When I arrived, my mother-in-law held my hand, chatting about trivial matters while instructing someone to call my father-in-law and Sonya, who were talking in the study, so the dinner could begin.

When Sonya entered the dining room, she glanced at me once before quickly averting her eyes.

Keenan followed behind her and boldly sat down in the seat next to her, my usual seat. Sonya froze for a moment but didn't object.

How ironic. We're still legally married, still husband and wife.

She brought her male assistant everywhere and now she's brought him to the family home, occupying the spot that rightfully belonged to me. This was undoubtedly a slap in my face.

Keenan's smug expression was written all over his face, a look of triumph he couldn't even be bothered to hide.

I found the absurdity of the scene amusing and I chuckled.

My mother-in-law gently patted the seat beside her, smiling warmly, "Come, sit here. Tonight, we made all your favorite seafood dishes. You must try some, it's delicious."

She's my late mother's best friend and has always treated me kindly. But as I thought about the words I was about to say, a pang of sourness rose in my heart.

Still, I had no other choice. Enduring silently has never been my way.

I held her hand in return and patted the back of it and said, "Mom, I won't be staying for dinner tonight. I'm here because I have something very important to say."

Her smile froze on her face, "Can't it wait until after dinner?"

I shook my head and turned toward Sonya. Finally, I spoke the words that had been bottled up for days, "Dad, Mom, I want a divorce from Sonya."

As soon as the words left my mouth, the entire dining room fell silent. Even the enticing aroma of the seafood in the air suddenly felt heavy and oppressive.

My father-in-law looked at me in disbelief, "Cole, divorce isn't something to take lightly. Especially for you and Sonya, there are too many implications."

"That's right, Cole. Haven't you two always been happy together? What's the real reason?" my mother-in-law chimed in.

Sonya, who had been sitting with a cold expression, slammed the table and stood up. For the first time, there was emotion in her icy demeanor, "Cole, haven't you caused enough trouble? All of this just because I gave Keenan a suit? Now you're making it into such a big deal, even talking about divorce? Have you reflected on your own actions even a little during all this time?"

My father-in-law slammed the table with a loud bang, "You shut up! Cole, continue."

I continued, "Sonya, I had planned to leave you some dignity. But since you don't want it, don't blame me for being blunt."

I tossed the stack of photos and the USB drive onto the table, "Dad, Mom, you can see for yourselves."

Sonya snatched up the photos and her face instantly turned ashen. Her trembling hands let the photos slip, scattering them onto the floor. Among the scattered images were explicit scenes of her and Keenan on a bed.

My mother-in-law picked up one of the photos with trembling hands, her eyes reddening with unshed tears, "Sonya … what … what is this?"

My father-in-law's brows furrowed deeply, his sharp gaze fixed on Sonya, waiting for her explanation.

Sonya's forehead veins bulged, her eyes brimming with anger. "Cole!" she yelled, "I've loved and respected you all these years and now you're fabricating fake photos to accuse me? Is this how little our years together mean to you? Do you really want to divorce me so badly?"

I scoffed in exasperation, "Accuse you? Faking photos? Photos can be forged, sure. But the USB drive also contains a video. Want to check that too? I, Cole Phoenix, have lived my life with integrity. Even if I wanted a divorce, I'd never stoop to such underhanded tactics!"

My father-in-law's face grew tense with anger. He slammed the table again, making the dishes rattle loudly, "Sonya, you owe us a proper explanation!"

"Dad, don't you know me by now?" she cried out. "Sure, Cole and I have had our differences, but I'd never do anything to betray him!"

Sonya suddenly seemed to have thought of something. She turned toward Keenan, who was cowering in his seat.

Pointing at the scattered photos on the floor, her gaze turned fierce as she growled through clenched teeth, "What's going on with these photos? We didn't do anything, how could photos like this exist?"

Keenan's face turned ghostly pale, his body trembling as he stood up shakily.