I Slapped My Husband--then I Married His Boss

"Ah... Rico! Faster!"

Ivy froze.

The moment she stepped into the house, something had felt off. There was a pair of red heels by the door-heels that weren't hers. Sitting right next to her husband's polished dress shoes.

Had Rico brought a guest? On the night of their wedding anniversary? But where was this guest? The dining room was empty when she looked.

"Mmm... Baby! A little faster."

That voice again. Clear. Unmistakable.

"You wanted it faster, didn't you? Enjoy it, sweetheart."

Ivy's heart seemed to stop. That was Rico's voice. Her husband. But... why did it sound like they were...?

Without thinking, Ivy rushed toward the master bedroom. Her hands were trembling. Her chest tight with panic and disbelief. Who was that woman? What was she doing in their house? Did Rico... bring her here?

But why?

"Rico?" Ivy called out as she pushed open the bedroom door, which-of course-wasn't even locked.

And what she saw shattered her.

There he was. Rico. Naked. Twined around another woman's body in their bed.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

Both of them turned at once-but neither made a move to pull away from each other.

"Oh, it's you. My useless wife," Rico sneered with a chuckle. "So you've seen us. Guess there's no point hiding it anymore."

Useless wife? What was he saying?

Ivy stood frozen, stunned, unable to process the betrayal unfolding in front of her. This was the man she had loved with all her heart. Her first love. Her husband. Her home. And now... this? This cruelty?

"What are you doing?" she asked again, her voice trembling with rage and heartbreak. Her stomach churned. Her chest felt like it might cave in.

"Do I need to explain it to you in detail?" Rico replied mockingly. He finally shifted away from the woman beneath him, pulling the covers over her with a sickening tenderness and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'll talk to Ivy first. You should rest, sweetheart."

Then, just like that, Richardo Dallas-her husband-slipped into his pants and walked toward Ivy, completely unfazed. No guilt. No shame.

"What the hell do you thi-"

SMACK.

Ivy slapped him. Hard. Her eyes burned with fury, her entire body trembling with the force of betrayal.

"Tell me what the hell is going on!" she demanded.

Rico winced, rubbing the side of his face where her hand had landed. A faint sting crept across his lip. Damn it, he muttered under his breath.

"What do you want me to say? I'm cheating on you. I'm with someone else. You saw it yourself, didn't you?"

"But you're my husband, Rico! How could you do this?"

"You should've seen it coming," Rico said with a cold laugh. "Didn't you feel it? Our marriage stopped working a long time ago."

Ivy stared at him, stunned.

"You're useless as a wife, Ivy. You've never supported my career. You're always too busy with your pathetic little job. And after all this time-you're still not