Chapter 1

When the Vance family went bankrupt, I took Clara Vance into my home.

Knowing what she loved, I planted an entire courtyard full of wild roses for her, even though I was severely allergic to pollen.

When she wanted an extravagant birthday party, I spent nearly a million dollars lighting up the night sky with fireworks.

I pampered her without reservation, pouring every cent and ounce of love into her.

Because I loved her, my devotion knew no bounds.

Finally, in our third year together, she said yes to my proposal.

Yet on the eve of our wedding, I caught her messing around with my chauffeur.

His rough hands were wrapped around her throat, and she was looking up at him with pure seduction.

"Once I'm married tomorrow, I'll be the hot married woman you've always craved."

I clenched my fists.

That married woman title? She wasn't getting it anytime soon.

My driver, Chad Walker, used to brag to me about being a total player.

He claimed his great build and handsome face made him irresistible to women.

Because of those natural perks, he never had a shortage of girls throwing themselves at him.

Even when he refused to commit, they still slept with him without a second thought.

Whenever he talked like that, I just smiled it off. As long as it was consensual, it wasn't my place to judge.

I just never imagined that among those many women was my fiancée, Clara.

"Chad, once I'm married tomorrow, I'll be the hot married woman you've always craved."

"Isn't that your ultimate fantasy? Aren't you excited?"

"Ah, Chad, take it easy... you're practically snapping my waist in half!"

Hearing those filthy, breathy sounds echoing through the underground parking garage froze me dead in my tracks.

That voice belonged to Clara—the woman who was supposed to walk down the aisle with me tomorrow.

Just half an hour ago, she told me she was heading over to her best friend's place for some pre-wedding girl talk.

Instead, she was down here in the parking garage, hooking up with my driver.

If I hadn't come down to grab something from my car, I would have been completely in the dark.

My mind went completely blank. I never thought the woman I had loved for fifteen years could do this to me.

Day and night, I handled her like she was the most fragile treasure in the world, terrified of letting her hurt or break. And this was how she repaid me...

My heart plummeted straight into an abyss. I was a ruthless, decisive businessman in the corporate world, yet right now, my body wouldn't stop shaking.

I loved her so much. Tomorrow was our wedding day. How could fate let me discover this the night before?

My emotions were shattering into pieces, but cold logic was screaming at me: this wedding was off.

From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Clara for fifteen years.

For the first ten, I was just the kid brother tagging along with her private tutor, her poor classmate who was beneath her in every possible way. I wasn't good enough for her, so I worked myself to the bone, grinding to build wealth, desperately hoping that one day I could stand at her side as an equal.

Five years ago, the Vance family collapsed into bankruptcy. Clara tumbled overnight from a pampered heiress into absolute poverty.

My company was just finding its footing back then. Everyone warned me not to get dragged into the mess, but I still brought the helpless Clara home with me.

I remember so vividly the day she first walked into my apartment. She sat on the couch looking like a broken angel. She sat there in silence for an entire day, until the evening of the second day, when she finally looked at me and said, "Ethan, I can't stand living in a regular apartment."

"Okay," I said. "I'll buy a mansion."

Maybe because I agreed without hesitation, Clara finally looked up and looked me in the eye.

From that day on, she lived with me.

I knew she was used to luxury and demanded the finest of everything. So I worked myself ragged making money, all to keep her living like the princess she once was.

People in my circle laughed behind my back, calling me a pathetic simp. But they didn't get it. As long as Clara was by my side, I felt completely happy.

Now, listening to the shameless, filthy moans echoing in the concrete garage, all those years of devotion and sacrifice felt like a massive joke.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself to step out and confront them.

Just then, Chad, who had only been grunting, finally spoke up.

"Once you're married to him, how about helping me out with his company?"

"Tell me, Chad. What do you want me to do?"

"Things that'll make me rich. Why does he get to be the CEO while I'm just his damn driver? Once I make bank, what if I take you away with me?"