My Wife's Betrayal

Seeing that Jean was still trying to threaten me with her usual tricks, I just didn’t care at all. “Whatever.”

Jean hadn’t expected that attitude from me. She sneered. “And one more thing! Hurry up and sign the divorce agreement and you’re to leave with nothing!”

I had chuckled softly. “I agree to the divorce, but not with the agreement you gave me.

“Jean, I will make sure you don’t get a single cent and that you’re kicked out of my house.”

After hanging up, I immediately contacted the most renowned divorce lawyer in the city.

After learning my situation, the lawyer was very confident. “Captain Lawson, this false accusation incident is the best weapon we’re given. In a divorce lawsuit, maliciously fabricating facts, attempting to illegally seize a spouse’s property, and damaging a spouse’s reputation will cause her to be identified as the party at major fault.”

I had looked out at the blue sky and said coldly, “I have only one request—make her pay the heaviest price possible for what she’s done.”

Over the next few days, the legal team had begun working on both the 56-page whistleblower letter and my divorce case.

At the same time, Jean hadn’t been standing by and doing nothing either.

She had started releasing supplementary PowerPoints to the whistleblower letter, painstakingly listing my so-called “evidence of guilt,” trying to portray me as someone addicted to corruption with utterly degraded morals.

She had even posted online, publicly slandering and questioning me.

“Felix was flying the Impelia–Shanland route and, according to regulations, should have landed at 5 p.m., yet he deliberately stayed in the crew lounge until 8 p.m., and during that time falsely reported non-existent dinner expenses. This is absolutely true—I have a witness to prove it.”

After reading the post, I frowned. That day, due to thunderstorms at the destination airport, our entire crew had remained on standby in the lounge for a long time—there were complete airline system records of it.

Where did she get a witness?

I had scrolled down the page with my mouse.

At the end of that page, there was a scanned copy of a witness statement attached.

The statement had been written with great certainty, as if the events had been seen firsthand, detailing how the witness had run into me in the lounge that day, claiming to have seen me flirting with a pretty flight attendant and filling out a false reimbursement form.

But when I saw Kyle’s signature at the bottom, I couldn’t help but laugh.

I had sent the supplementary report, along with a photo of Jean and Kyle, to my lawyer.

“Captain Lawson, your wife... is truly a genius.” The lawyer’s voice was filled with excitement.

Jean had actually asked her senior and lover to produce a written statement with legal effect—she had completely shot herself in the foot.