Betrayed, I Return as a Billionaire

The phone call went dead instantly.The lovemaking noises behind the door stopped as well.The classroom was dimly lit. The air reeked of alcohol mixed with something foul, making my stomach churn.My wife, Sandra Wren, stood in front of me wearing nothing but a slip dress, guilt written all over her face.The other man was barely dressed. He sat on the couch arrogantly, looking at me with a smug and mocking gaze.It was Kian Yale, Sandra's childhood sweetheart. On the surface, he ran a glamorous bar. In reality, it operated in the gray."Sandra, is your idea of childcare having another illegitimate child for me to bring up?" I asked icily.Sandra's face paled as she lowered her head in silence.Kian pulled her into his arms right in front of me, boldly placing his hands on her lap."Oh, who do we have here? It's our big sponsor. The only good for nothing but paying husband," he said mockingly, his gaze sizing me up."Babe, your husband's card is really useful. You've been us

My heart felt like it was being torn apart.Looking hurt and confused, I asked Sandra hoarsely, "Is there nothing else left but money on your mind?"Enduring the sharp pain at the back of my head, I held Annie with one arm. With the other, trembling, I reached into my coat and pulled out a prescription, folded neatly and carefully."When Annie was first diagnosed with a genetic disease, none of us gave up. I worked day and night, traveling for business. I finally earned enough to hire the most authoritative specialist abroad. I finally had enough to support her expensive hospitalization and imported medication."My eyes reddened as my vision began to blur, yet I was still staring at Sandra."Have you forgotten what you told me through tears? You said you would stay with Annie and I until she recovers. You said that this family will never be apart! W-What happened to you?"My voice had a hint of desperation that even I had not expected from myself.Sandra looked at the prescripti

I slowly rolled down the car window, looking at the deflated man without any expression.If Kian ran shady dealings in his bar, he should have been prepared for the day he would have to pay the price.Before I could even speak, two bodyguards had already stepped out of the car. One on each side, they grabbed Kian by the arms and dragged him away from the ground.I said calmly, "There's no need to beg. The law will deal with you."The car moved, passing him by.Kian slumped on the ground, watching my car vanish from his sight in despair.The next day, Brandon suddenly sent me a video. The footage was of a shabby, small rental apartment.After Sandra was kicked out, she could not bear to sell her luxury bags and jewelry, so she could only afford to live there.Kian, eyes bloodshot, was smashing and cutting apart her belongings, including her bags, dresses, and cosmetics.In less than five minutes, the whole place was a mess."It's all your fault! You're married! Why did you sti

Sandra cackled maniacally, her voice echoing harshly in the empty space."Come immediately, and come alone to the abandoned warehouse in the outskirts! Bring a remarriage agreement and one million dollars in cash, otherwise…"She paused.A loud slap rang out, followed by Annie's cries."I'll beat this sickly girl to death!""Daddy! Help me! I'm scared!"Hearing Annie's cries, I lost it and bellowed, "Sandra, how dare you lay a finger on her?!""Hahaha! So, you know fear, too!"She laughed even more arrogantly. "You have one hour. For every minute you’re late, I'll carve another cut into her arm!"Then, she hung up.I froze on the spot, and my blood ran cold.I immediately called Brandon."Call the police! Track that phone number, but stay low. Don't alarm her. Also, go to the bank and get me a million dollars in cash."I rushed to the elevator and headed straight for the garage.Half an hour later, my car screeched to a halt in front of a huge warehouse.With a briefcase