Chapter 3

Just as I stepped into the company, my colleagues saw me and enthusiastically greeted me at first, then all bowed their heads in hushed discussion about me.

I knew I couldn't escape the mockery behind my back, so I walked in expressionlessly.

"Ugh! If I were James, I'd definitely beat up that pair of cheaters."

"He doesn't dare. The company is owned by Anderson's uncle. Jobs are hard to find now. If he really hit Anderson, he'd lose his job too."

"Does that mean he has to just take this humiliation, watching his wife get screwed by someone else and raising another man's child?"

"What else can he do? Poor people have no right to oppose rich people."

Various embarrassing voices reached my ears, making them ache.

The entire company knew that my sworn enemy had slept with my wife and had a child with her.

Suddenly, the discussion stopped.

Because across the hallway, Anderson stood there holding a coffee.

The moment our eyes met, he saw intense hatred in mine.

All my colleagues held their breath, staring intently at the two of us.

"Are they going to fight?"

"Quick, call security up here."

Afraid I would retaliate, Anderson pulled out a small fruit knife from his pocket.

I stared at him impassively and walked forward.

As I passed alongside him, he smirked coldly: "Right after her postpartum recovery ended, she played with me for a day and night."

I stopped walking. Anderson raised the fruit knife a bit higher.

I knew he was trying to provoke me into attacking first, so he could claim self-defense while stabbing me, then rightfully have me arrested.

The security guards rushed in too. Such a big fuss—they really underestimated me.

"James, you took a month off, causing your group's performance to decline."

"If you still want to work here, come to my office later to get the files and complete them."

I had thought about resigning, but the people in my group were all my good friends.

My month-long absence had caused them to be constantly criticized. Even if I was leaving, I had to help them achieve results and get promoted first.

Seeing I had no intention of fighting back, Anderson relaxed and sneered mockingly: "What an obedient dog. Knowing those colleagues are indebted to you, you'll stay here feeling wronged."

The implication was that if I quit, he would fire my colleagues.

They had elderly parents and young children to support. I couldn't bear that responsibility.

Back at my desk, my colleagues gathered around.

"James, let's all just resign together! We don't need to take his humiliation."

"Right, don't be sad. A woman like that isn't worth keeping anyway."

I stopped what I was doing and looked at them calmly: "I'm single now, I'm not afraid. But you're different from me."

"Before I leave, I'll help you out."

Putting on my work badge, Anderson's person came over to urge me: "James, Director Anderson is urging you to hurry up and get the documents to process."

When I arrived outside Anderson's office, through the half-open door, I saw with my own eyes Austin sitting on the desk, her legs wrapped around his waist.

In that moment, my mind went completely blank.

I realized Anderson had deliberately lured me over to witness how he was having sex with my wife.

I kicked the door open with one foot and walked in coldly.