Chapter 4

I sat in front of the screen, my head buzzing.

Just then, the door to the villa opened once more. and Caleb walked in with a gaming console in hand.

“Son, miss me?”

The doting look on his face was something I had never seen him give Natalie.

Tina walked over and took off his jacket like it was the natural thing to do. Meanwhile, Olivia served them more fruits.

The four of them sat in the living room, looking like a family.

My daughter, on the other hand, was locked in a windowless utility room.

Zephan hugged the gaming console and ran around the house, yelling proudly, “Dad, is this the latest version? Only two of my classmates have this!”

“But of course,” Caleb said, rubbing Zephan’s head affectionately. “Whatever other people have, my son must have it, too.”

I once heard him say something like that.

When Natalie turned four, she saw her classmate owning a pink piano. She went home and cautiously asked Caleb if she could have one as well.

At that time, he said with furrowed brows, “Must you have whatever other people have? What would become of you in the future if you already know how to compare such things with other people?”

Eventually, I bought it for Natalie. Caleb blamed me for spoiling her.

As it turned out, it wasn’t that he disliked the idea of spooling children. He just didn’t want to spoil Natalie.

Tina leaned into Caleb’s embrace. “You’re staying tonight, right?”

“Wanda just went overseas and won’t be coming back so soon. I’ll stay the night tonight.” Caleb patted Tina’s bottom with a lustful look in his eyes.

Olivia’s smile deepened. “You two really should spend more time with each other as husband and wife.”

If they were husband and wife, what did that make me? A cash cow to earn them money?

Caleb looked at his phone.

“It’s your 60th birthday next week, and Wanda previously transferred me 30,000 dollars. I’ve booked the hotel and informed all our relatives.”

Olivia broke into a grin. “That’s my filial son!”

“We’ll make it a grand affair and let all our relatives see how well we’re doing now.”

Tina suddenly asked, “Will Wanda come back for it?”

“She only cares about work,” Caleb sneered.

“What’s more, she just left. She wouldn’t fly back just for the celebration. Once the overseas project is running, the company’s value will at least double.

“I’ll find a chance to make her sign a funding document that’ll transfer her voting rights to me. Once I own the company, a divorce won’t be up to her.”

I shut down the surveillance software and sat in the dark, unable to move for a long time.

I had no idea when the marriage started rotting from the inside, but I knew that now wasn’t the time to rush back and interrogate them.

My fury would only tip them off. I needed evidence as my weapon.

Over the next two days, I contacted Beatrice Turner, a well-known divorce and corporate attorney.

“I want a divorce, to fight for custody of my child, and to take back shared marital assets that have been transferred away.”

Beatrice told me that the surveillance footage I had wasn’t enough. I needed bank statements, the company’s financial data, and also confirmation of Zephan’s identity.

I contacted my confidant in the company to secretly send me the company’s financial records over the past three years.

It was even more frightening than I had imagined.

Over the past three years, Caleb had transferred a total of 14 million dollars to a company owned by Tina in the name of market expansion, customer retention, and consulting services.

The 20,000 dollars I gave Olivia every month were mostly spent on Zephan.

Even the deposit for the apartment under Tina’s name, worth over three million dollars, was paid using a joint account between Caleb and me.

Not only that, I even found proof of Zephan’s birth.

Although the field under ‘Father’ was empty, his birthday coincided with when I was seven months pregnant myself.

During that period, Caleb cooked soup for me every day and accompanied me at all my gynae appointments. Everyone envied me for marrying a good husband.

As it turned out, while the daughter I had been excited for was born, his other child had come into this world earlier than her.

I started making preparations.

I changed the core systems permissions, applied for assets preservation, and even made an appointment with a psychiatrist for Natalie.

I also engaged someone to urgently prepare a special birthday present.

I returned to the country earlier than expected, on the day of Olivia’s birthday celebration. The banquet hall, filled with tables worth 30,000 dollars each, was bursting at the seams with guests.

Olivia was dressed to the nines and adorned herself with a jade necklace. She was resplendent in luxury and basked in everyone’s praises.

Just then, I opened the door to the banquet hall.

Behind me, two staff members were carrying a huge bamboo basket. There was no gold or jewelry in the basket.

Instead, 120 cold plain buns were stacked up in them.