I Clap for My Wife's Special Fundraiser

On the day of my 30th birthday, my CEO wife, Sabrina Langford, leaves hurriedly at 3:00 am. She claims that there's something urgent going on at the company and that she won't be home the whole day.

Later on, Timothy Cross, the low-income university student that Sabrina has been sponsoring, updates his social media feed.

In the photo, I see Sabrina standing at the side of the road in a bikini. Two big apples are balanced on her 36D bust.

The caption of the photo is, "The beautiful and hot CEO has personally come over to my house to help me sell the homegrown apples. You'll regret it if you don't buy these apples from me!"

My brows are drawn into a frown immediately. When I call Sabrina, the call goes through rather quickly.

"I told you I'm very busy at the company right now. If you disturb me again, I'm not going to forgive you this easily!"

After that, Sabrina ends the call. But right before the call gets cut off, I can hear a car honking in her background.

I'm not mad at her at all. She likes helping others to sell fruits, right? I might as well lend her a helping hand.

So, I share the social media post to the company's group chat. The message I've drafted is, "Does anyone here want a batch of rotten apples? I'll even throw in a second-hand wife for free."

The company group chat blew up instantly.

My wife, Sabrina Langford, was the first to respond. "Casper, have you lost your mind? I'm just helping Timothy's family sell some fruit. Do you really have to humiliate them like this?"

Other employees quickly chimed in to defend her.

"Exactly. Ms. Langford means well. If even her own husband refuses to support her, who else will?"

"Seriously, you should feel lucky you married someone like Ms. Langford. With a figure like hers, most men would be proud."

I had just started typing a reply when Sabrina removed me from the group chat.

A private message from her popped up right after.

"Honey, don't be jealous. I'm doing this because the government has been encouraging companies to support farmers lately. It'll help the company grow, too. Just wait for me tonight. I've got a surprise for you."

That evening, Sabrina pushed open the door and walked in with a bag in her hand.

"Honey, look what I brought you. These apples were grown by Timothy's parents. They're completely natural and pesticide-free. Timothy heard you were in a bad mood today, so he brought these over to apologize."

I frowned.

A second later, Timothy Cross leaned out from behind her. "Sabrina, is this your house? It's huge. I've never lived anywhere this nice before! But if I stay here, Casper won't be upset, will he?"

His gaze lingered on Sabrina's chest, barely acknowledging that I was standing right in front of him.

"Of course not. You can stay as long as you want."

I hadn't even said a word, yet Sabrina had already decided for both of us.

When I didn't reach for the apples, Sabrina's expression darkened. "Take them already. Why are you just standing there?"

She shoved the bag into my arms so hard that it slammed into my ribs and sent a sharp pain through my chest.

Then, she snapped, "What's with the attitude? Timothy came all the way here to apologize, so why are you acting like that?"

Sabrina seemed to have forgotten that just half a month earlier, she had been cornered by a rival in an alley.

I stepped in to protect her that night and ended up with three broken ribs, yet I held on until the police arrived and didn't let her suffer so much as a scratch.

Timothy spoke again, and his voice was choked with tears. "Sabrina, maybe I should just leave. Casper clearly doesn't like me. He even looks appalled by the apples I brought, so how could he possibly want me to stay here?"

Sabrina immediately glared at me. "Casper Sutton, what exactly is your problem? I invited Timothy here, and you're making that face?"

With that, she grabbed my arm and dragged me into the kitchen.

Irritation laced her voice as she said, "The farmer aide program will determine whether our company gets government investment, so you'd better treat Timothy well.

"If you upset him and he refuses to let me run the project at his family's place, then we might as well forget about staying married!"

After delivering that warning, she went back to attend to Timothy.

"Sabrina, where should I sleep?" Timothy asked.

"You can take Casper's room," she replied. "It's bigger and gets plenty of sunlight."

Timothy gave a half-hearted rejection. "That doesn't seem right. Casper probably won't agree to that."

Before I could respond, Sabrina had already thrown my pillow and blanket out of the room. "It's fine. You take his room. Casper can just sleep on the floor somewhere."

A bitter ache welled up in my chest.

For the sake of furthering Sabrina's career, I had given up my own job and devoted myself entirely to supporting her from behind the scenes.

When she said she didn't want children yet, I never even dared to bring it up again. And now, because of another man, she pushed me out of our bedroom without the slightest hesitation.

Timothy carried a new set of bedding into the room. As he walked past me, he shot me a smug look.

I tightened my grip on the pillow and watched Sabrina try so hard to get in his good graces. At that moment, I suddenly realized it was pointless to argue.

I turned around and headed to the guest room while calling a lawyer. "I need you to draft a divorce agreement for me."