"What's wrong with you now?" Irina's face was full of impatience. "I shouldn't have brought you along. You're just an embarrassing freeloader who's never seen the world!"

Chris glanced at me and then tugged on Irina's hand, whining about wanting to play tennis.

I frowned and refused. Every time I joined Irina for group activities, it left me with bad memories.

Chris said coldly, "You're such a buzz-kill. No wonder Irina doesn't like you. You should learn to engage with the outside world. You're a grown man. You can't spend your whole life at home doing nothing, living off a woman."

I took a napkin and wiped my mouth and said, "I was young once too. At your age, I was out running the market, bringing in clients and building my own company. Unlike you, who spends your time clinging to someone else's wife."

As soon as I finished speaking, a glass of water was splashed in my face.

Irina quickly stood in front of Chris, shielding him, her finger angrily pointing at me and shouted, "Adrien, don't you dare push your luck. Look at yourself! What right do you have to compare yourself to Chris?"

"He graduated from a prestigious school. And you? You're a worthless parasite! What gives you the right to speak to him that way?"

I picked up my coffee, ready to throw it back at her when my phone buzzed.

It was a message from the lawyer, confirming that they had gathered enough evidence of Irina's infidelity, which could help me get a larger share of the assets.

"Aren't you listening to me? What are you looking at now?" Irina tried to grab my phone, but I spoke first, "Let's go play tennis."

Irina looked at Chris and when he nodded, she didn't ask any further questions.

On the way, Chris glanced at me disdainfully, "You sure know how to endure. Do you think this will save your marriage? Her heart hasn't been with you for a long time!"

Seeing his smug expression, I calmly replied, "You've got lipstick smudged on your face."

They had been fine during dinner, but after a trip to the bathroom, one of them had an open button on their shirt and the other had lipstick smeared on their face. Such a childish and clumsy trick.

I couldn't be bothered to argue. Once we reached the tennis court, I grabbed a racket and sat off to the side. I didn't know how to play tennis and frankly, I wasn't in the mood.

I kept my head down, chatting with the lawyer about the divorce. Irina never cared about how I felt, nor did she pay attention to what I was doing.

She and Chris played enthusiastically, wiping each other's sweat and handing each other water like a couple deeply in love. I looked up and snapped a few pictures of them, capturing their 'happiness.'

Just as I was starting to feel drowsy, a tennis ball flew straight toward me, hitting me square on the back of my head.

The world spun and I collapsed from my seat, landing on my knees.

"Adrien!" Irina dropped her racket and ran toward me.

When she saw her hands covered in my blood, her eyes were filled with panic, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"Irina, are you going to leave me behind again?" Chris looked at Irina pitifully.

I could already imagine it. Year after year, on birthdays, Valentine's Day, anniversaries, Chris had always managed to take Irina away from me, over and over again.

Seeing her hesitate, I pushed her away, "You two keep playing. I'm fine."

In the ten years we had been together, Irina had never once chosen me with certainty.

So this time, I wouldn't be the one left behind or ignored anymore. I made my own choice, to leave this humiliating marriage. To let go of this worthless woman.

Irina let out a slight sigh of relief, but she still pretended to show concern. She said, "You go ahead and get checked. I'll come see you once I'm done with my work. Don't be stingy, use the best for everything."

I left, holding my head, ignoring her empty words. Since I resigned, Irina had taken complete control of the family finances. Every expense had to be approved by her.

She could spend hundreds of thousands on luxury goods for Chris without batting an eye, but when I bought a new pair of shoes, she verbally lashed out at me, "You, a freeloader, dressing up like this, who are you trying to seduce? I work hard to make money, not for you to waste! If it happens again, you can go out on the street and beg!"

Over the years, her harsh words had wrapped around me like a curse, causing me headaches and self-doubt.

But now, I finally understood, I deserve the best of everything. It was Irina who doesn't deserve me.

At the hospital, I was diagnosed with a mild concussion. I carefully followed the doctor's instructions and kept my medical records before going home to recover.

Irina, who had said she had prepared a gift to make up for things, suddenly messaged me in the evening, saying she had to go on a business trip.

She wrote: [I know you're not someone who complains. Back when you broke your leg helping me collect debts, you didn't even make a fuss. I'm sure you won't mind this time either.]

[Don't worry, I'll bring you a gift when I return.]

[I've also booked the best wedding photo package. If there's one you don't like, we'll retake it.]

I scrolled through our chat history. In ten years, this was the first time Irina had sent me so many messages.

Every other conversation was cold orders, telling me to do things for her. For her, this was already the extent of her humility.

In the past, I would have been thrilled, thinking I had finally melted the ice queen. But now, the only thing I cared about was how much I could get from the divorce.

While she was away, I spent my days going through the company accounts and her personal financial records. I printed every bit of evidence and sent it to my lawyer.

After several days of work, I finally had some free time. When I checked my phone, I found my feed flooded with Chris's posts. There were endless photos of him and Irina together.

They had gone on a beach vacation, with yachts and luxury cars, spending lavishly. His caption read, [Documenting the proof of our love.] I gave it a like and sent the evidence of their affair to my lawyer.

Judging by Chris's social media activity, they had already returned. But for some reason, Irina still hadn't come home.

On the scheduled day, my lawyer sent me all the documents. I checked the calendar and called Irina, "Are you coming home tomorrow?"

She reflexively lied, "There's a lot of work at the company …"

I didn't want to listen to her pathetic excuses, "Tomorrow is the anniversary of our baby's passing. You promised me you'd be there every year to pray." This had been our agreement.

At the time, I naively believed Chris's actions were accidental and that Irina was protecting him to preserve the company's reputation. Because of that, I hadn't pursued it further.

But now, it seemed that everything back then might have been a long-planned scheme.

Irina was silent for a moment before promising me, "You and our baby will always be the most important to me. No matter what, I'll be back tomorrow."

The next morning, I dressed in mourning clothes and went to the chapel. I waited throughout the entire ceremony, but Irina never showed up.

As I was leaving, I received a message from Chris: [She's pregnant and the baby is mine.]

[She'll never come back to you again.]

I blocked him immediately. Then, I took all the evidence and filed for divorce at the courthouse.

I also contacted the media to expose Irina's affair.