My Wife Flaunted Her Affair Partner

Within an instant, Catherine shot to her feet. The chair legs scraped across the floor with a piercing screech.

“No! Simon, listen to me!”

She turned to my parents with a pleading look before turning back to me.

“Robert, we’ve been working together for many years. Divorce will only hurt both sides. Georgia’s only temporarily infatuated with that kid. I’ll teach her a lesson when I get back!”

Jane snorted. “Catherine, looking at all the arranged marriages in our circle, no one can put up with such a disrespectful marriage! We’ve shown you enough respect!

“We entered this marriage deal for business and not because of Georgia. You’ve not only hurt our interests, but you’ve also openly ruined our reputation. Don’t you think it’s time to reconsider our deal?”

Catherine’s face instantly turned ashen, and she strode over to me.

Looking at the woman who had watched me grow up, I saw a humility I had never seen before.

“Simon, I beg you. I’ve treated you well over the years. Don’t go through with this divorce. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it!”

I felt a flicker of emotion when I saw her bending over backward.

Although Georgia and I were in an arranged marriage, it was true that Catherine treated me well. She had always shown me respect and care.

She herself was a well-respected elder.

I fell silent for a moment and decided to give Georgia a chance for Catherine’s sake.

So, I took a deep breath. “Alright. If Georgia gets rid of that man, apologizes to me, and keeps up her duties in our arranged marriage, we’ll forget about divorce.

“I’m doing this for your sake. If she fails, there’s nothing I can do.

“Our business is on the rise now. Naturally, we don’t want to get tangled up in such trouble. You understand, right?”

“Of course!” Catherine nodded repeatedly as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster.

Unexpectedly, Georgia’s mind had already been distorted by true love.

The next day, she did come back.

However, it was not to apologize to me. Instead, she came to put me in my place.

I was sitting on the couch and going through company emails when she pushed open the mansion’s main entrance.

Georgia strode in unapologetically. A clean-cut young man with a white shirt on and an innocent gaze followed suit.

He was none other than her new flame, Fernando White. Fernando was a rising young idol in the entertainment industry.

The moment Georgia entered through the door, she tossed her car keys onto the coffee table. Her face was filled with hostility.

“Simon, you think you’re so great, huh? How dare you run and tattle to my mom? Do you think I’ll be intimidated just because you use my mom to pressure me?”

I closed my laptop and did not bother sparing her a glance as I said, “Georgia, if you came back to make a scene, the door’s right there. See yourself out.”

My behavior infuriated her. She let out a cold snort before wrapping an arm around Fernando’s waist.

“I’ve brought Fernando home today. I’m here to inform you that from now on, he’s staying here with us. We’re staying in the master bedroom on the second floor. Please be sensible and don’t cause him trouble.”

I finally looked up and gave Fernando a proper once-over.

He was good-looking indeed and the clingy type of boyfriend. At this moment, he was standing behind Georgia timidly and partially hidden. But the way he looked at me carried a hint of provocation and curiosity.

“Georgia, do you have a few screws loose in your head?” I leaned against the couch as I looked at her as if she was dumb.

“This is my house. You openly bring in a pretty boy and think he can just move into the master bedroom?”

Georgia froze and seemed to remember Catherine’s warning. Her anger faded a little. Still, her tone was defiant.

“What’s this talk about yours or mine? This house is registered under our names! Fernando isn’t in good health. He’s got an old injury from dance training and needs a quiet place to recover. This environment suits him best. Simon, you’d better not be too pushy. As long as you behave, you can retain your title and all that is yours.”

Right after she finished her sentence, her phone rang.

She glanced at the caller, and it seemed like something urgent from the company. She frowned a little before pointing at Fernando and saying to me, “I need to take this. Get Fernando a glass of water. Drop that spoiled-rich-boy attitude.”

After that, she took her phone and went to the balcony.

Fernado and I were the only ones left in the living hall.