One Man vs the Cheater and Her Kin

Only after I had everything settled did I slowly head home.

My wife was arranging things in the living room when I returned home. Her face still carried a faint blush. She clearly had a great time.

Everything suddenly made sense now after I saw her expression. No wonder she had seemed off lately. It turned out that she had been cheating on me long before today.

I was such a blind fool for not noticing, but it wasn't too late now.

My wife didn't show the slightest warmth when she saw me. Instead, she sneered, "So you've finally decided to come home?"

I hummed softly in response. She became even more irritated after seeing my attitude.

However, I didn't comfort her like I used to. Thinking about what I had witnessed that morning made my stomach churn.

I pretended not to notice her mood and plopped onto the couch before scrolling through my phone.

She stomped into the kitchen to cook, clattering the utensils loudly as if she were deliberately doing it so I would notice.

I put on my earphones and began executing the first step of my plan, which was to contact a private detective.

My in-laws had returned from their day trip by the time my wife finished cooking, and I had already briefed the detective on several matters.

My in-laws didn't even bother disguising their disdain. They thought I was nothing more than a dead-end laborer.

It was funny how they forgot who bought the apartment they were living in.

In that case, I wouldn't hesitate to take the apartment back.

"Dad, Mom, you're home. Hurry up, dinner is ready," my wife called from the kitchen, poking her head out and completely ignoring me.

I walked toward the dining table. The moment my father-in-law, Tommy Frost, saw me, he scolded, "Even your walking posture is sloppy. You look like some street thug. Why can't you be more like Dylan? He's such a polite man!"

He often compared me to Dylan, saying that Dylan earned more and behaved better than I did. Sometimes he even said he regretted marrying off my wife to me and that he should've chosen Dylan instead.

However, they seemed to forget that I wasn't the one who had begged to marry my wife before my family business went bankrupt. It was them who had insisted that she marry into my family.

Now they conveniently erased the past after I had fallen on hard times. How shameless.

I had no intention of arguing with my father-in-law. I needed to act exactly as I always had before everything was in place. That was the fun part.

Everyone was criticizing me at dinner as always.

They complained that I was already this old yet still so useless, that I never helped with housework, that my salary hadn't increased in years, and that they couldn't afford to travel overseas because of me.

I simply acted as if I heard nothing.

Their words didn't affect me, as I had 60 million dollars sitting in my pocket.

I stared at the familiar bed back in the bedroom. Strangely, I felt no desire to lie on it. The thought of them doing it here this morning made me feel sick.

I had only caught them once. But who knew what else they had done behind my back?

The thought of that made me feel like the floor was filthy.

"Why aren't you showering yet? I'm tired. I want to sleep!" My wife's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned around and saw she had already showered.

Her words made me laugh silently.

Tired? Tired from what? Was it because she had cheated on me?

How absolutely disgusting.

"I'll take a shower outside. You should go to bed first. I still have some work to finish, so I might not come back tonight," I said.

A wave of displeasure crossed her face the moment my words fell.

But she didn't argue and simply muttered a short response before lying in bed.

I left immediately at the sight of that. I even switched off the bedroom lights when I left. After all, I was still the one paying the electricity bills.

I unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief the moment I stepped into the study room. I felt uncomfortable staying in the bedroom. Every second in there felt nauseating.

The detective I hired earlier had completed his job and sent everything to my phone by the time I finished showering.

I opened our chat to find a flood of photos, videos, and detailed explanations.