She Turned Our Marriage Into a Joke, Life Turned Her Broke

Another week went by, and Abigail was hardly ever home. When she did come back, I was already asleep.

On the rare occasions we did cross paths, I'd greet her with gentle concern, never once mentioning Dominic.

Recently, Dominic posted on Instagram for a whole week. All the photos were of Abigail spending time with him.

I liked every single post and left a comment under each one, wishing them well.

Her friends were all shocked. They privately messaged Abigail one after another, commenting that the old, strong-willed version of me who wouldn't tolerate any nonsense was completely gone.

At the same time, they congratulated her on finally whipping me into shape and enjoying the bliss of having two partners.

However, Abigail felt deeply uneasy reading all those flattering comments. After all, I had become too tame, so much so that I no longer resembled the passionate, clear-cut version of me who loved and hated with such clarity.

But then she reconsidered that maybe this was the power of love. I was so desperately in love with her that I was willing to put up with her for her sake and be understanding of her situation.

With that thought in mind, she began to feel at ease again.

Early the next morning, Abigail woke me up for the first time ever.

"Nat, get up and freshen up. Dominic needs your help with something."

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing. After I got up and changed, I headed out the door with her.

When we arrived, I immediately spotted Dominic in a white bespoke suit.

I knew that suit all too well. It was the one Abigail had specially commissioned a Norladian master tailor to make for me for our wedding three years ago.

There was only one of its kind in the entire world, yet now, it was draped over another man.

When Dominic saw me, he gave Abigail a shy glance before walking up to me.

"Nathaniel, Abigail told me you're very understanding, so you'll definitely support us in putting on this act. Don't worry, you have my word that this is just an act and nothing more will happen."

As he spoke, he looked at Abigail with a touch of sorrow in his eyes. "Her heart still belongs to you, after all."

Hearing this, Abigail clenched her fists, her expression one of suppressed anguish.

I was utterly speechless. They were using me as part of their act again.

Just as I was about to lose my composure, Dominic spoke again. "Since this is your suit, I feel I should ask for your permission. So, do you agree to let me have it?"

The implication was clear. He wasn't just after the suit, but the position of the rightful spouse as well.

Before I could respond, Abigail cut in matter-of-factly. "Of course, Nat won't mind. It's not like the suit is doing anything but gathering dust at home, and he has no use for it anymore."

She then turned to me with certainty. "Nat, by lending the suit to Dominic to fulfill his grandmother's wish, you'd be doing a good deed. You should be happy about it too, right?"

I let out a silent scoff, then stepped forward to straighten Dominic's collar. As my hand glided over his shoulder, I noticed that the muscles there were noticeably tense.

"Of course, I don't mind. I heard the wedding is set for next week? I'll be there on time, and I'll make sure to give you both a generous wedding gift. After all, it's not every day I get to watch my own wife marry someone else.

"So, I'd like to go witness it for myself."

Dominic froze, clearly not expecting me to be so composed.

"But Dominic, this suit seems a bit tight around the waist. Looks like you've been working out lately."

Dominic's face stiffened. Instinctively, he hunched his shoulders, his eyes betraying a flicker of panic.

I casually hooked my finger under the suit's cuff, where my initials "NT" were embroidered.

Since the heart of the person who gave him this suit was no longer in it, the suit itself was now useless. With a sharp tug, I tore off the piece of expensive fabric bearing my initials, along with the cufflink.

Dominic let out a yelp and stumbled back, clutching his sleeve.

"My suit! Nathaniel, what do you think you're doing?" he asked with reddened eyes. "Even if you don't want to lend me the suit, there was no need to tear it in public just to embarrass me."

Abigail also flew into a rage. She stormed over, shoving me hard to the side as she moved to shield Dominic.

"Nathaniel, have you lost your mind? You'd even pick on someone younger than you? You've already worn this suit, and it was just sitting there wasted. What's the big deal if Dominic uses it? How can you be so vicious?"

Her brows were tightly furrowed, her expression one of pure impatience. "As punishment, I'm putting the project under negotiation with your family company on hold. I won't be coming home for a while either. Use the time to reflect on your actions."

With that, she wrapped her arm around the whimpering Dominic and turned to leave.

I stood there, holding the torn piece of fabric in my hand, completely unfazed by her threats.

She could call off the deal for all I cared. After all, she no longer had the funds to back that project anyway.

I pulled out my phone and, with a few quick taps, transferred all the assets under her name.

Just like that, Abigail's net worth was wiped clean.