My wife cheats on me after five years of marriage.

Standing at the doorway, I hear her whisper to her lover in a soft voice, "What are you afraid of? He's broke and pathetic. Do you think that he dares to divorce me?"

I tighten my grip on the lottery ticket in my hand.

I have just won 60 million dollars a moment ago.

This time, I will see who is the broke and pathetic one!

I gave in to a coworker's persuasion and bought a lottery ticket while I was on my way to deliver food to a customer.

Perhaps heaven finally decided to favor me, as I won 60 million dollars.

I was at a loss for words when the notification appeared on my phone, instructing me to claim the prize. All I knew was that I was overwhelmed with excitement.

God was finally on my side for once.

I sprinted home and couldn't wait to share the good news with my wife, Morrigan Frost.

I had told her that I might be busy and wouldn't be able to come home for lunch before leaving the house that morning.

Now, I wanted to surprise her.

We had been married for so many years and living a hard life. She could finally enjoy life with me now.

However, I didn't expect to see a pair of men's leather shoes on the shoe rack the moment I opened the door.

The shoes were clean and polished. They obviously belonged to a businessman. I had spent all my spare time doing delivery jobs, and I rarely bought shoes like that for convenience.

A strange suspicion crept up in my mind. I knew I shouldn't think that way about my wife. After all, she had been with me for so many years. I knew what kind of person she was.

Yet, I still instinctively tiptoed into the house slowly.

The living room was quiet. My wife, who would normally be cleaning at this hour, was nowhere to be seen.

I was just about to call out to her when a sound came from the room.

This was an old apartment with terrible soundproofing. If someone was making too much noise, we could still hear it even from far away.

I slowed my pace and headed for the bedroom.

I saw men's and women's clothes scattered all over the floor before I even reached the door. I immediately knew exactly what was going on.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Had my gentle and well-behaved wife cheated on me?

I forced myself to stay calm and tried not to get too worked up. I couldn't jump to conclusions until I saw her inside, even though everything already pointed to the truth.

I got closer to the door. Whoever was inside must have been too busy with their activities because they hadn't even closed the door properly and had left a narrow gap.

I saw clearly through the gap that it was my wife.

The two of them were tangled together. The sounds that I heard earlier were coming from her.

I recognized the man immediately. It was my best friend, Dylan Shaw.

A chill immediately ran through my whole body.

I stood frozen at the doorway. They couldn't see me because of the angle.

It was at that moment that I saw her true colors.

Dylan asked her, "Look at you, looking all desperate. What if Cedric finds out about us? Aren't you afraid?"

My wife gasped for breath as she replied, "Afraid of what? So what if that loser finds out? You think he has the guts to divorce me? He doesn't even know his own worth. He's just pathetic!"

I clenched the lottery ticket in my hand after hearing those words. The pathetic loser she was talking about had just won 60 million dollars and had been wanting to share the happiness with her…

I had misjudged her, and I found myself utterly ridiculous right now.

I went through more than most people did in a lifetime in just a few hours. I had won a massive lottery prize, but my wife cheated on me.

I sat on the park bench and pondered for a long time.

I hated my wife's betrayal and my friend's treachery. They had always acted decently in front of me. Who would've thought they would speak about me like that behind my back?

I stared at a snail crawling slowly by my feet as a plan quietly formed in my mind.

They couldn't blame me for being unrighteous since they showed no mercy toward me at all.

I went to my company and submitted my resignation. The resignation process was fast since the company had been considering layoffs anyway. I settled everything in less than two hours.

Then I went to the bank and applied for a new card. There was no way I was going to share a single cent of that lottery money with someone so ungrateful. She didn't deserve it.

Only after I had everything settled did I slowly head home.

My wife was arranging things in the living room when I returned home. Her face still carried a faint blush. She clearly had a great time.

Everything suddenly made sense now after I saw her expression. No wonder she had seemed off lately. It turned out that she had been cheating on me long before today.

I was such a blind fool for not noticing, but it wasn't too late now.

My wife didn't show the slightest warmth when she saw me. Instead, she sneered, "So you've finally decided to come home?"

I hummed softly in response. She became even more irritated after seeing my attitude.

However, I didn't comfort her like I used to. Thinking about what I had witnessed that morning made my stomach churn.

I pretended not to notice her mood and plopped onto the couch before scrolling through my phone.

She stomped into the kitchen to cook, clattering the utensils loudly as if she were deliberately doing it so I would notice.

I put on my earphones and began executing the first step of my plan, which was to contact a private detective.

My in-laws had returned from their day trip by the time my wife finished cooking, and I had already briefed the detective on several matters.

My in-laws didn't even bother disguising their disdain. They thought I was nothing more than a dead-end laborer.

It was funny how they forgot who bought the apartment they were living in.

In that case, I wouldn't hesitate to take the apartment back.

"Dad, Mom, you're home. Hurry up, dinner is ready," my wife called from the kitchen, poking her head out and completely ignoring me.

I walked toward the dining table. The moment my father-in-law, Tommy Frost, saw me, he scolded, "Even your walking posture is sloppy. You look like some street thug. Why can't you be more like Dylan? He's such a polite man!"

He often compared me to Dylan, saying that Dylan earned more and behaved better than I did. Sometimes he even said he regretted marrying off my wife to me and that he should've chosen Dylan instead.

However, they seemed to forget that I wasn't the one who had begged to marry my wife before my family business went bankrupt. It was them who had insisted that she marry into my family.

Now they conveniently erased the past after I had fallen on hard times. How shameless.

I had no intention of arguing with my father-in-law. I needed to act exactly as I always had before everything was in place. That was the fun part.

Everyone was criticizing me at dinner as always.

They complained that I was already this old yet still so useless, that I never helped with housework, that my salary hadn't increased in years, and that they couldn't afford to travel overseas because of me.

I simply acted as if I heard nothing.

Their words didn't affect me, as I had 60 million dollars sitting in my pocket.

I stared at the familiar bed back in the bedroom. Strangely, I felt no desire to lie on it. The thought of them doing it here this morning made me feel sick.

I had only caught them once. But who knew what else they had done behind my back?

The thought of that made me feel like the floor was filthy.

"Why aren't you showering yet? I'm tired. I want to sleep!" My wife's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned around and saw she had already showered.

Her words made me laugh silently.

Tired? Tired from what? Was it because she had cheated on me?

How absolutely disgusting.

"I'll take a shower outside. You should go to bed first. I still have some work to finish, so I might not come back tonight," I said.

A wave of displeasure crossed her face the moment my words fell.

But she didn't argue and simply muttered a short response before lying in bed.

I left immediately at the sight of that. I even switched off the bedroom lights when I left. After all, I was still the one paying the electricity bills.

I unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief the moment I stepped into the study room. I felt uncomfortable staying in the bedroom. Every second in there felt nauseating.

The detective I hired earlier had completed his job and sent everything to my phone by the time I finished showering.

I opened our chat to find a flood of photos, videos, and detailed explanations.

He told me that my wife had cheated on me just two months after we got married. It hadn't been Dylan back then, but one of our old neighbors. I knew that man, though he had moved away a few years ago.

She started hooking up with Dylan only a year ago. According to the detective, they always met while I was at work. Their wildest days were when I went on a business trip.

There were many photos of her messing around with different men, which included the neighbor, Dylan, and several people I didn't even recognize.

I knew she cheated, but I didn't expect her to be this wild behind my back.

Aside from investigating my wife, I also asked the detective to look into Dylan.

It turned out that my best friend wasn't any better either.

I finally understood why his salary was so high when I saw the report. Besides my wife, he had also seduced his female supervisor at work. The supervisor was a married woman whose husband had been unknowingly cheated on, like me.

Dylan's rapid promotion was attributed to that supervisor.

One of the videos the detective had sent me was of him and the supervisor. It was even more explicit than the ones with my wife.

The detective felt bad for me, so he got a hacker friend to help investigate my in-laws' social accounts and found dirt on them as well.

This detective was quite helpful, and he didn't even ask for extra fees.

I added the hacker friend's number, and he immediately sent me a pile of screenshots.

The real show was just beginning.

What the hacker uncovered taught me the true meaning of birds of a feather flocked together.

It turned out that my seemingly dignified mother-in-law, Susan Moore, was actually a borderline-porn livestreamer. She went live around 11:00 pm every day, and the content she streamed was enough to get an account banned instantly.

The reason that my father-in-law never discovered this was that he went to bed early. He was usually knocked out around 9:00 pm, so he never had a clue.

He was no better himself. Behind that serious facade, he would spend his time online pretending to be a young man, flirting with young women and married ladies.

The hacker even sent me screenshots. One was from my mother-in-law's livestream. She was wearing heavy makeup and a skimpy outfit, dancing provocatively. My eyes nearly burned.

Another was a screenshot of my father-in-law's voice chat with someone who appeared to be a married woman. The way he talked was obsessive and disgusting. I felt sick reading them even as a man.

My brain couldn't process it all after taking all this in.

I finally understood that I was the only normal person in this entire family.

The next morning, my wife didn't even bother asking why I hadn't gone back to sleep. She simply made me breakfast and urged me to finish it quickly. I knew she just wanted me out of the house as soon as possible so she could meet Dylan.

Not only did I refuse to leave early, but I also deliberately ate as slowly as possible. I watched as her expression shifted. It was genuinely entertaining.

My father-in-law wanted to come with me when I was about to head out. My mother-in-law wasn't up yet.

Knowing what I knew, I simply smiled and said nothing.

He kept following me on the way to work, which was unusual as he had never done this before.

I was just a useless grunt worker to him. He felt embarrassed to have a son-in-law like me, so he normally pretended not to know me in public.

But today, he followed me relentlessly.

I pretended not to notice and walked even faster.

He panted behind me, struggling to keep up. A few minutes had passed before he snapped and yelled, "Why the hell are you walking so fast? Are you trying to rush to your next life?"

I stopped in my tracks at his words before I turned around and said in a deliberately aggrieved tone, "Tommy, I'm almost late for work. Didn't you tell me before that I should leave for work early? Otherwise, I'd get my pay docked."

I still remembered the time I almost got hit by a car on my way to work. He didn't show a shred of concern when he found out. Instead, he pointed at me and scolded, "So what if you got into an accident? You didn't die.

"Can't you even handle a few injuries? What kind of man are you? What if your pay gets deducted because you're late? Have you ever thought how that'd affect us? You're just irritating!"