He Got the Mistress. I Got the Empire.

"All these years, every cent you spent on Lisa and your bastard son came from our marital assets. As long as I want to, I can take it all back!" I yelled.

Lisa let out a derisive laugh, her voice dripping with scorn. "What a convincing story. Valerie, with an imagination like that, why don't you recommend me a few of those CEO romance novels you love so much?

"Honestly, it's already 21st century now, and you're still preaching this first-wife nonsense?"

But my words had struck a nerve. Freddy's face turned ashen, and just as he opened his mouth to scold me—

Smack!

The sharp crack of my palm across his cheek cut him off.

"Freddy, if you dare slander me again, if you dare pin another false charge on me, I'll drag you to court this very instant!"

For a moment he was stunned, dazed by the blow. Then rage blazed in his eyes. He lunged at me, his hand clamping around my throat, knuckles whitening from the force.

"You think I won't hit a woman? Don't mistake my tolerance for weakness!"

Hidden from the guests' view, he tightened his grip, cutting off my breath. The air drained from my lungs, the world dimming at the edges of my vision. I clawed helplessly at his wrist, terror flooding through me.

Just as I thought I might truly die in his hands, Lisa stepped forward with a feigned gasp of concern.

"Freddy, don't waste your anger on someone like her. What if you hurt yourself?"

Only then did he release me. I collapsed to the ground, gulping for air, tears streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks.

In that single instant of murderous cruelty in his eyes, I realized he had truly wanted to kill me.

Lisa, ever the doting partner, reached up and caressed the red mark on his face. Then, before everyone's eyes, she rose on tiptoe and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"There, it's fine now. Today is Eugene's birthday. Don't let her ruin our good mood."

His expression softened slightly. He slid his arm around her waist as though she belonged there.

At that moment, the lights in the banquet hall dimmed. The projector flickered to life, casting images across the screen.

It was a slideshow—Eugene's life, from birth to the present. His first cries, his first birthday, his first day of school… every milestone lovingly recorded, his parents always by his side.

But in my daughter Elise's life, her father had always been absent.

Her birthday was the same as Eugene's. And from the year he turned three—the year he was born—Freddy had never once been there to celebrate with her again.

Eugene pulled a face at Elise, his tone mocking and taunting. "Still claiming he's your dad? Then show us your photos."

My daughter's little face fell. In a small, trembling voice, she whispered, "Mommy… am I really a bastard?"

I shook my head firmly, but just then the screen shifted to family portraits.

When I recognized the backgrounds, my breath caught.

One photo showed a ship's deck and the endless sea, their faces pressed close, intimate as lovers. I remembered that cruise—I had booked it myself, to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary. So Freddy had booked a ticket for Lisa too.

Another photo froze my blood. Taken at the Port City amusement park, it showed Freddy and Lisa locked in a tight embrace. The date scrawled in the corner was the exact same day Freddy had supposedly accompanied me and our daughter there.

In that moment, the truth hit me with brutal clarity.

So that was why he always had those "last-minute, unavoidable meetings."

The marriage I had treasured, the love I had believed in so fiercely… was riddled with cracks I had failed to see.