My Wife Traded Me for Eye Candy

Penelope Rivera's little boy toy, Theodore Schneider, is throwing another tantrum. She slides the divorce papers across the table toward me. "Just sign them for show. It's to keep Teddy happy."

I clench the cuff of my suit and nod in silence. I sign my name in one swift stroke.

As I'm walking out, I hear one of her girlfriends teasing, "Samuel's way too easygoing. Does he actually do everything you say?"

Penelope takes a graceful sip of red wine and smirks. "Wanna bet?"

They bet that I will quietly go through with the divorce at the courthouse, even if my eyes are red with tears.

Listening their laughter, I rub my thumb over my phone screen and reply to the message I've just received.

"Will you marry me?" it says.

"I will."

After I sent the message, the conversation in the room kept going.

"I'm betting the newest Chanel items that Samuel will agree to the divorce."

"I don't think he will. He loves Penny way too much. There's no way he'd go through with it."

"Oh, please. He's just a simp for her. He always listens to her."

"For anyone who loses, it'll be a pair of Chanel items each." Penelope Rivera's voice came through, cool and crisp.

The room erupted into laughter. I hurried out of there as fast as I could.

Just then, a message showed up on my phone.

"Seriously?" it said.

"Yeah."

…

Six months ago, Penelope set her sights on Theodore Schneider, some Z-list actor.

She went all in by pouring resources into him and buying him cars and mansions in Acetropolis. His downtown villa was packed with sports cars he had always dreamed of.

Yet he still kept her at arm's length. She stayed patient as she pursued him day after day. Still, he firmly insisted that he wouldn't be her secret lover.

Donning that season's hottest limited release, Theodore flushed red with anger as he shouted, "Penny, I know you've been treating me like a king. I'm into you too, but I'm not gonna be 'the other man'!"

Having been in the business world for years, Penelope had seen countless men. Most of them practically threw themselves at her, knowing how rich she was.

Theodore, on the other hand, was different. He had his principles. No matter how much money she threw his way, he still stood his ground, which amused her.

She was so intrigued that she tossed me aside, again and again. I could still remember the first time she did it.

It was my birthday, and Penelope had actually come home for once. Dressed to the nines, she was holding my favorite kind of cake. Right when I was making a wish, her phone rang all of a sudden. She got up to take the call and promised she'd be right back to celebrate with me.

Yet, after she got off the call, she turned to leave, claiming it was urgent. I believed her.

After ten minutes, a