Divorce Me? Get on Your Knees First

I've been in a relationship with Wendy Hudson for ten years. Somehow, I'm not surprised at all when I find out that she's been cheating on me.

But what surprises me is the fact that she's been cheating on me with her uncle, Timothy Zuckerman.

On our wedding anniversary, Wendy finally fulfills her promise to go on another honeymoon trip with me to make it up to me for the lost one.

But as soon as we arrive at the airport, her phone gets crammed with text messages instantly. All it takes is one glance at the phone for her brows to be tangled into a frown, which is weird, considering that she's the type who keeps her composure at all times.

"Darling, my best friend has been hospitalized because of an acute disease. I need to visit her right now."

The way Wendy speaks is very rapid. The genuine anxiety on her face makes it difficult for me to say no.

As I watch her silhouette disappear from the VIP passageway, I rip up the ticket in my hands. Then, I tap on my phone to see the photo my assistant has just sent me.

Heh… The truth is, Wendy's best friend is currently on a honeymoon trip with her boyfriend in another country. How is it possible for said friend to get hospitalized due to an acute disease?

I'd like to see who on earth Wendy is actually visiting at the hospital!

Fresh bouquets and wreaths adorned the Hudson residence. An expensive red carpet stretched all the way to the roadside.

I stood outside in silence, looking at the wedding venue before me. Was someone from Wendy Hudson's family getting married? Why keep it from me?

As I walked in, I could hear the guests talking all around me.

"Did you see her? The bride is gorgeous!"

"Yeah. I heard she just came back from abroad—basically rushed home for this. How sweet!"

"She's the eldest daughter of the Hudson family, right?"

Their whispers made me frown. Perhaps it was all a coincidence. However, when I stepped through the main doors, the host's voice stunned me in place.

"Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Timothy and Wendy…"

The names hit me like a blow. Timothy and Wendy? Weren't they uncle and niece? How had they suddenly become bride and groom? Could it just be two people with the same names?

When the bride and groom walked out from backstage, the last of my illusions shattered.

Timothy Zuckerman and my wife, Wendy, stepped out arm in arm, looking deeply in love. The tenderness on her face turned my hands into fists. Through the roar of applause, her eyes met mine.

She instinctively tightened her grip on Timothy, who was startled by her reaction. I strode forward and landed a hard punch across his face before turning back to her.

"Hey, Wendy. Marrying into the wealthiest family in the country wasn't enough for you that you had to play house with