Tortured Husband, Vengeful Wife

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her.

Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person.

But her secretary mistook me for a kept man.

He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine.

"A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker."

Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife.

"Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery guy who was trying to seduce you. How are you going to reward me?"

I grew up with Ella Milstein—we were childhood sweethearts. She'd suffered from hereditary migraines since she was young. For her sake, I gave up my family's business and chose to study medicine without hesitation.

At last, in the third year of our marriage, I developed a specialized drug.

When I got home, I could barely contain my excitement. I cooked, preparing a loving lunch to bring to my wife, planning to tell her the good news in person.

Carrying the lunchbox, I made my way into the Milstein Group building without a hitch.

Just as I was about to push open the door to my wife's office, a suave, well-dressed man stepped in front of me.

"What are you here for?" he asked coldly, his gaze sweeping over me with open hostility.

I lifted the lunchbox for him to see. "I'm here to bring food to Ella Milstein."

In front of others, I didn't like calling her my wife.

He let out a breath, his tone turning faintly mocking. "So, a food delivery guy, huh? I'm Ms. Milstein's chief secretary, Chris Palermo. Hand me the food. You can leave."

I shook my head, my expression firm. "I'm not a food delivery guy. And I'll deliver this to Ella myself. Please let me through."

Before I could finish speaking, Chris flew into a rage and snatched the lunchbox from my hands.

"Who do you think you are? How dare a mere food delivery guy try to seduce Ms. Milstein? Dressed like this, too—shameless. I'll teach you some manners today."

With that, he dragged me into a meeting room and slammed the door shut. Before I could react, he raised his fist and struck me.

Pain exploded across my face. My cheek swelled instantly as I collapsed to the floor.

I hadn't even gathered my senses when another kick came crashing down onto my head.

The medicine!

Ignoring everything else, I curled into myself, shielding my pocket with all my strength.

"Let's see what you brought for Ms. Milstein to eat."

Chris opened the lunchbox and dumped its contents straight over my head.

The pork rib soup I had simmered for three hours—still scalding—ran through my