Sky‑High Wife, Sky‑High Sin

Charlotte was reclined against the leather couch. Her pale thighs were exposed, and torn pieces of black stockings were scattered across the floor.

Everett calmly zipped up his pants, a smug smile tugging at his face.

A group of wealthy, unfamiliar young men and women stood nearby. With glasses raised, they erupted into whistles and cheers.

"Way to go, Charlotte!"

"Rett, you're the man!"

Ignoring everyone around me, I strode over to Charlotte and tossed the divorce agreement in front of her. "Sign it."

A moment of silence passed, followed by a burst of mocking laughter.

"Holy shit! This is hilarious! He's a broke guy mooching off his wife, and now he has the audacity to demand a divorce?"

"Haha! This two-pump chump suddenly thinks he's tough! Is he planning to leave empty-handed and crash under a bridge?"

"How dare a pathetic loser like him act up in front of his sugar mommy! This is ridiculous!"

Everett laughed so hard he nearly doubled over. He stepped up to me, jabbing a finger into my chest. "Have you come to your senses? You finally figured out you can't satisfy Lottie and decided to back off, huh? You should've said something earlier. I might've even thrown you a little parting gift."

Charlotte's expression soured, and she picked up the agreement from her lap. Without another look, she ripped it into pieces before tossing them into the champagne bucket.

Rising slowly, she reached out—as if calming a misbehaving pet—to smooth my wrinkled collar.

"Alright, don't make a scene. It's my fault. I shouldn't have let them talk nonsense. I'll do my best to stay home for a couple of days next month and keep you company."

She spoke as though she were doing me a tremendous favor. I quickly swatted her hand away.

How disgusting! I turned around, ready to leave this revolting place.

"Do you think you can just come and go as you please? What is this, your personal restroom?" Everett asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Without warning, he deliberately stuck out his foot. I fell forward with a heavy thud. The moment my ear collided with the metal edge of the airplane seat, a warm liquid started to flow from my ear canal.

The searing pain and humiliation caused the anger I'd been bottling up for three years to burst forth all at once.

"You've got some nerve, bastard!"

Like a frenzied beast, I swung a punch straight at Everett's face. Chaos instantly swallowed the cabin.

With his larger build, Everett quickly seized the upper hand. He pinned me beneath him and tore my shirt open.

The instant he noticed the red birthmark on the left side of my chest, he froze in place.

"Knock it off!" Charlotte's sharp voice cut through the chaos. She turned to check Everett's injuries. "Rett, are you okay?"

Avoiding everyone's gaze, I staggered off the plane. That same day, I handed in my resignation.

I grabbed my phone and booked two plane tickets back to my hometown. I didn't want to remain in this wretched place for even a second longer.