Chapter 2

It seemed Tyler really was different to Chloe.

Before, no matter how I punished her, she would bear it in silence.

But this time, she actually went to the police precinct to file a report against me.

Tyler brought a video clip, claiming I had kidnapped Chloe and drugged her to be assaulted, demanding the cops arrest me.

He gestured wildly and dramatically. "Officer, he's a lawyer! He knows the law and broke it anyway! It's terrifying that a man like him is allowed to practice law. Lock him up already!"

The detective turned to me and asked if it was true.

I shook my head. "No, it's all a slanderous lie. He's sleeping with my wife and wanted to force a divorce. When I refused, they set me up."

The detective's look toward Tyler immediately turned into disgust.

Tyler panicked. "We have the video! How is that a lie? I even have a witness!"

He made a quick call, and one of the men from that room walked in.

The man admitted he acted on my orders, did those unspeakable things to Chloe, and even produced the syringe.

Tyler grinned triumphantly. "We have the witness and the evidence. Ethan Miller, what do you have to say now?"

I said nothing. Instead, I simply pulled out my own evidence.

Chloe's Snapchat chat logs planning the hookup with those men.

Surveillance footage of Chloe opening the door for them herself.

And the drugs, which were purchased using Chloe's own Amazon account. Even the hotel room was registered under her name—she booked it regularly.

The evidence proved that Chloe had simply organized a wild gangbang herself, took it too far, and then tried to frame me.

Tyler's face turned bright red with rage. "This is forged! Chloe would never do this!"

"Why wouldn't she?" I clutched my chest, playing the heartbroken husband. "Mr. Vance, you really don't know my wife at all. She loves wild parties. Sigh, you're still young. You should really leave this toxic woman before she ruins you too."

My mock advice sounded like pure sarcasm to Tyler.

He screamed hysterically that I had forged the evidence and begged the police to investigate further.

However, no matter how much they investigated, they couldn't find a single shred of proof linking me to the scene.

In the end, the witness even changed his story, presenting a bank transfer record proving Tyler had paid him a hefty sum to give false testimony.

Tyler was so angry his face drained of color. "You liar! You were the one riding her the hardest that day!"

He lunged forward to attack the witness.

I stepped in and blocked him. "Mr. Vance, the man was kind enough to testify for you, and now you're assaulting him? Where are your manners?"

Seeing how close I was with the witness, Tyler finally realized.

"You're in this together!"

No matter how much he threw a fit, the police eventually dismissed the case due to lack of credible evidence.

They told Tyler to come back when he had actual proof and kicked us all out of the precinct.

Right after I sent the witness away, Tyler stomped over and slapped me hard across the face.

"Ethan Miller, Chloe stopped loving you a long time ago! You're still clinging to her like a pathetic leech. Have you no shame?"

I'm a man who believes in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Before his hand could even drop, I grabbed his hair and slapped him twice, hard.

"Am I the shameless one, or is it the side-piece who projected his own sex tape at an old man's birthday party?"

Hearing this, Tyler let out a twisted smirk. "Chloe was right. Your dad really is your biggest weakness."

My heart tightened. "Tyler, I've always believed that cheating is on my wife, which is why I've only ever punished Chloe, not you. But if you dare touch my father, I will destroy both of you."

"Oh? And how exactly are you going to do that?" Tyler wore a smug, victorious grin. "Ethan, aren't you curious why Chloe isn't here today?"

My heart skipped a beat.

Just as I was about to grab his hair again to beat the truth out of him, my phone rang.

I answered it, and my entire body went numb.