Divorced After Her Betrayal

My wife went abroad for a six-month training course and unexpectedly secured a major deal. 

Thanks to this contract, she was promoted to director against all odds. When I saw the news of her return in the work group chat, I immediately ordered flowers to pick her up at the airport. However, her belly, which would have been eight months pregnant, showed no signs of it.

She had aborted our child, turning me into a laughingstock among colleagues. Just as I tried to swallow my anger, she told me she was pregnant with someone else’s child. She demanded that I step aside and make way for her.

When I saw the messages in the work group chat about our colleagues planning to greet my wife, Lynette, at the airport, I scrambled off the couch in a frenzy. I grabbed the Maybach keys and the villa title deed I had hidden away for a year, planning to surprise her. I wanted to welcome my Mrs. Schumer back home with open arms. I even ordered a novelty bouquet made of fresh banknotes at the florist and hopped into a taxi to rush to the airport.

When I arrived, the department head, Jim, was already holding a bouquet of red roses at the arrival gate. A Hermès shopping bag dangled from his arm, and our coworkers had gathered around him, chattering excitedly. They crowded me into the corner.

I thought nothing of it at the time as I assumed everyone was celebrating Lynette signing a big contract and getting promoted.

Half an hour later, Lynette finally appeared. I barely opened my mouth to call her name before I noticed her flat stomach under her clothes. The smile froze on my face.

She looked my way, and I eagerly raised my bouquet, squeezing through the crowd to take two steps forward. To my utter shock, Lynette strutted past me in her high heels without a second glance. Right in front of everyone, she hugged Jim tightly.

The cash bouquet slipped from my hand and thudded to the floor.

A sharp-eyed coworker immediately sneered, “Wow, a broke guy trying to pull a romantic stunt? That bouquet must’ve cost you a month’s salary! It’s still no match for Jim’s Hermès bag though, haha!”

Their jeers faded into white noise as I stared at Lynette’s back while she nestled in someone else’s arms. My fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles trembled and turned white, forcing the pain to keep me rational.

Lynette, as always, ignored the mocking voices, perfectly playing the role of a single woman. I should’ve seen this coming. At work, all my acts of care had been dismissed as me pathetically groveling, leading our coworkers to think I was a hopeless loser chasing after her. They didn’t know I had deliberately hidden my identity as the chairman’s son to challenge myself. I had given everything up, started from the bottom, and worked tirelessly—all so I could marry her.

When I couldn’t take the