On the day my wife, Abigail Jefferson, and Dominic Gorman, the university student she has been sponsoring, post their pre-wedding photos on their social media feed, I don't lash out at them crazily as I usually do. Instead, I leave a like and a comment on their posts.

"You two make a great couple. Everyone, let's give our blessings to the newlyweds."

Everyone in elite society thinks of me as the most cowardly husband ever, who lets the side piece make a doormat out of him.

One week later, Abigail comes home and explains, "This is just an act. Dominic's grandma is ill, and she wishes to see him get married before she passes away."

I just nod calmly in return. "I didn't take it seriously. Of course, I believe you."

In my previous life, I showed up at Abigail and Dominic's wedding to cause chaos for them. Naturally, their wedding couldn't go on because of me.

Abigail began targeting my parents' company in order to punish me. My parents ended up going bankrupt and were forced to jump off a building.

She had me admitted into a mental asylum, where I was tortured to insanity.

Now that I'm given a second chance in life, I no longer yearn for Abigail's love. I just want her money this time.

Every time she cheats on me, I'll transfer some of her assets to my name.

Abigail now has three more chances before she ends up losing everything.

I looked at Abigail and said calmly, "I believe you."

Abigail studied my expression carefully upon hearing this.

When she saw that I really didn't seem angry, her tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed.

She smiled and linked her arm through mine. "Nat, I'm so glad you understand. Dominic just likes to have fun, and with his grandmother being so ill, I really had no choice."

I let her hold my arm obediently. But inside, I was laughing coldly.

In my previous life, it was exactly because I didn't understand her "no choice" that I went and made a huge scene.

To get back at me for Dominic, she relentlessly suppressed my parents' company, driving them to jump off a building.

She also had me forcibly committed to a psychiatric hospital. There, I was forced to take medication, subjected to electroshock therapy, and beaten by the orderlies.

Dominic would visit me occasionally. He would snuggle into Abigail's arms and mock me, saying I was like a dog.

In the end, I died on a cold winter night.

Thus, from the very first day I was reborn, I began planning to secretly transfer the assets under Abigail's name.

This time, I no longer believed in a woman's love, but only the money in my hand.

Abigail continued on without my prompting, "Oh, that's right—today is our third anniversary. I'm going to make it up to you properly." She raised three fingers and vowed solemnly, "I promise no one will disturb us tonight."

I nodded meekly and said, "Okay, whatever you say."

It put Abigail in a great mood to see how understanding I was.

For the next few hours, she busied herself with preparations.

I heard her talking on the balcony, her voice lowered. "I want the best table in the restaurant. Yes, with a view of the entire city skyline. Are the fireworks ready? It has to be grand. It's a surprise for him."

As I watched her busy figure, I felt momentarily dazed and almost thought that the Abigail who loved me three years ago had returned.

Looking away, I took out my laptop and opened the black operating interface. Because of that Instagram post, Abigail had already used up one chance.

In just a few minutes, I received notifications of information changes. The ownership of all the mansions and vehicles under Abigail's name had been transferred to an offshore trust I'd set up in advance.

These assets combined were worth over 300 million dollars.

I picked up the long-cold coffee from the table and took a sip. The bitter taste spread through my mouth, but it made me feel incredibly clear-headed and exhilarated.

At 7:00 pm, Abigail brought me to Cloudtop Restaurant right on time.

We were indeed given the best table. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lay the dazzling night view of the city.

I gallantly pulled out a chair for her.

Abigail blushed and smiled sweetly. "Nat, let's eat something first. There's a big surprise for you later."

I cut a small piece of steak and put it in my mouth. But before I could even swallow, her phone rang. It was Dominic's special ringtone, urgent and piercing.

Abigail's expression shifted slightly, and she immediately picked up.

Dominic's tearful voice came through the phone. "Abigail, my grandma suddenly took a turn for the worse and was rushed into the emergency room. I'm freaking out by myself. Can you come keep me company?"

Abigail tightened her hand around the phone and instinctively glanced at me.

I set down my knife and fork and looked at her quietly.

Her eyes flickered with hesitation, but in the end, she said into the phone, "Don't be afraid. I'll be right there."

After hanging up, she stood up and said apologetically and anxiously, "Nat, Dominic needs—"

Before she could finish, I interrupted her, "Go. It's a matter of life and death. Don't keep him waiting."

Abigail was stunned for a moment. She'd already braced herself for me to throw a tantrum and question her. She even furrowed her brow as she got ready to lecture me.

Never did it once cross her mind that I'd be this calm or that I'd even urge her to leave quickly.

She froze for a few seconds, suppressing the faint discomfort and unease in her chest.

"I knew you were the kindest," she said, leaning down to plant a firm kiss on my cheek. "Go ahead and eat. Wait for the surprise tonight. I prepared it especially for you. After you're done, I'll have my assistant, Jacob Bucley, take you home."

With that, she grabbed her coat and walked away without looking back.

I pulled out a wet wipe and expressionlessly cleaned the spot where she'd just kissed me, feeling as if I'd been soiled.

I didn't waste this perfect vantage point or the table full of exquisite food. I relished every single bite and topped it off with dessert.

At exactly 8:00 pm, brilliant fireworks suddenly began to bloom in the night sky outside the window.

That was the surprise Abigail had prepared for me.

The fireworks exploded, illuminating half the night sky. But when the sparks cleared, the words they formed read, "Dominic, I'm going to spoil you forever."

Those massive characters shimmered with golden light in the night sky. It was a true display of extravagance.

Jacob, standing nearby, broke out in a cold sweat and stole glances at me, terrified that I might flip the table and lose it at any second.

But I just rested my chin on my hands and quietly watched the fireworks outside the window.

How beautiful.

I remembered how Abigail once learned to make fireworks herself to celebrate my birthday, all so she could see that same fleeting spark of wonder in my eyes. Her hands were even stained black by the gunpowder.

Unfortunately, that person had long since died in the passage of time.

Memories came flooding back like a tidal wave, yet I realized that aside from a trace of wistfulness for the past, my heart remained utterly still. There was not even the slightest ripple of heartache or anger.

All I felt was relief that I'd been given a second life and finally saw Abigail for who she really was.

Just then, my phone vibrated with a text from Abigail.

"Nat, Dominic is devastated over his grandmother, Mrs. Gorman Senior's, situation. He's in a fragile state, so I had no choice but to change the firework display to cheer him up at the last minute.

"Don't overthink it, and whatever you do, don't cause him any trouble. This was entirely my idea."

I just snorted dismissively and didn't even bother replying.

"You just lost your second chance, Abigail," I muttered to myself.

Then, I took out my phone and tapped lightly.

"Transferring liquid assets and liquidating private wealth funds."

At this very moment, Abigail—who was at the hospital holding the innocent and fragile Dominic—had no idea that she'd just paid another 80 million dollars in appearance fee just to cheer him up.

Another week went by, and Abigail was hardly ever home. When she did come back, I was already asleep.

On the rare occasions we did cross paths, I'd greet her with gentle concern, never once mentioning Dominic.

Recently, Dominic posted on Instagram for a whole week. All the photos were of Abigail spending time with him.

I liked every single post and left a comment under each one, wishing them well.

Her friends were all shocked. They privately messaged Abigail one after another, commenting that the old, strong-willed version of me who wouldn't tolerate any nonsense was completely gone.

At the same time, they congratulated her on finally whipping me into shape and enjoying the bliss of having two partners.

However, Abigail felt deeply uneasy reading all those flattering comments. After all, I had become too tame, so much so that I no longer resembled the passionate, clear-cut version of me who loved and hated with such clarity.

But then she reconsidered that maybe this was the power of love. I was so desperately in love with her that I was willing to put up with her for her sake and be understanding of her situation.

With that thought in mind, she began to feel at ease again.

Early the next morning, Abigail woke me up for the first time ever.

"Nat, get up and freshen up. Dominic needs your help with something."

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing. After I got up and changed, I headed out the door with her.

When we arrived, I immediately spotted Dominic in a white bespoke suit.

I knew that suit all too well. It was the one Abigail had specially commissioned a Norladian master tailor to make for me for our wedding three years ago.

There was only one of its kind in the entire world, yet now, it was draped over another man.

When Dominic saw me, he gave Abigail a shy glance before walking up to me.

"Nathaniel, Abigail told me you're very understanding, so you'll definitely support us in putting on this act. Don't worry, you have my word that this is just an act and nothing more will happen."

As he spoke, he looked at Abigail with a touch of sorrow in his eyes. "Her heart still belongs to you, after all."

Hearing this, Abigail clenched her fists, her expression one of suppressed anguish.

I was utterly speechless. They were using me as part of their act again.

Just as I was about to lose my composure, Dominic spoke again. "Since this is your suit, I feel I should ask for your permission. So, do you agree to let me have it?"

The implication was clear. He wasn't just after the suit, but the position of the rightful spouse as well.

Before I could respond, Abigail cut in matter-of-factly. "Of course, Nat won't mind. It's not like the suit is doing anything but gathering dust at home, and he has no use for it anymore."

She then turned to me with certainty. "Nat, by lending the suit to Dominic to fulfill his grandmother's wish, you'd be doing a good deed. You should be happy about it too, right?"

I let out a silent scoff, then stepped forward to straighten Dominic's collar. As my hand glided over his shoulder, I noticed that the muscles there were noticeably tense.

"Of course, I don't mind. I heard the wedding is set for next week? I'll be there on time, and I'll make sure to give you both a generous wedding gift. After all, it's not every day I get to watch my own wife marry someone else.

"So, I'd like to go witness it for myself."

Dominic froze, clearly not expecting me to be so composed.

"But Dominic, this suit seems a bit tight around the waist. Looks like you've been working out lately."

Dominic's face stiffened. Instinctively, he hunched his shoulders, his eyes betraying a flicker of panic.

I casually hooked my finger under the suit's cuff, where my initials "NT" were embroidered.

Since the heart of the person who gave him this suit was no longer in it, the suit itself was now useless. With a sharp tug, I tore off the piece of expensive fabric bearing my initials, along with the cufflink.

Dominic let out a yelp and stumbled back, clutching his sleeve.

"My suit! Nathaniel, what do you think you're doing?" he asked with reddened eyes. "Even if you don't want to lend me the suit, there was no need to tear it in public just to embarrass me."

Abigail also flew into a rage. She stormed over, shoving me hard to the side as she moved to shield Dominic.

"Nathaniel, have you lost your mind? You'd even pick on someone younger than you? You've already worn this suit, and it was just sitting there wasted. What's the big deal if Dominic uses it? How can you be so vicious?"

Her brows were tightly furrowed, her expression one of pure impatience. "As punishment, I'm putting the project under negotiation with your family company on hold. I won't be coming home for a while either. Use the time to reflect on your actions."

With that, she wrapped her arm around the whimpering Dominic and turned to leave.

I stood there, holding the torn piece of fabric in my hand, completely unfazed by her threats.

She could call off the deal for all I cared. After all, she no longer had the funds to back that project anyway.

I pulled out my phone and, with a few quick taps, transferred all the assets under her name.

Just like that, Abigail's net worth was wiped clean.