Burning the Patents of Betrayal

I stayed silent, and Julie Black said hesitantly, "Adam, no matter who ends up by my side, you'll always be my husband. Since you know about Chuck and me now, let him spend the New Year with us this year."

I could barely believe it. This was the woman I had loved with everything I had for twenty years.

How could she be this shameless?

My stomach turned. I looked away, forcing down the bitterness rising in my chest.

"Do whatever you want."

Julie smiled with satisfaction and leaned in to kiss me the way she used to.

I flinched away instinctively, but before I could move, Chuck pulled her into his arms.

Right in front of me, they nuzzled each other, faces touching.

"Babe, I can't wait anymore. Let's head to the bridal suite now."

"You wear me out every time—you're not going to devour me again tonight, are you?"

Julie let out a soft laugh, kissed him, then turned to me with a helpless look.

"Young guys are so full of fire, they can hardly hold back. I'll take Chuck home first. Honey, Chuck loves the meals you cook. Go get some groceries—we'll all have dinner together."

She spoke like she was ordering around a servant.

Without giving me another glance, she took Chuck's hand and rushed out.

The stares around me—mocking, amused—pierced me from every direction.

I stood there for a long time, my chest so tight I could barely breathe.

Julie and I had grown up together.

Back then, just because she said she wanted to start a business, I gave up a job that paid ten times more. I buried myself in the lab, staying up for an entire month straight to develop a product for her.

In the end, I had five cardiac arrests and collapsed—and that sacrifice built the company she has today.

Later, she suddenly said she loved the food I cooked.

No matter how busy I was with research, I brought her lunchboxes without fail, rain or shine.

People in our circle even made fun of me, calling me a spineless simp desperate to live off a woman.

Now it was clear—it wasn't her who loved the food. It was Chuck.

Three years ago, Chuck was just a poor kid from the mountains who couldn't afford school. He knelt in front of me, crying and begging, and I softened. I decided to help him.

I paid off his five million in gambling debt and got him a job at the Black Corporation.

I never imagined my kindness would be repaid by him sleeping with my wife—and humiliating me in public at my own wedding.

The ceremony ended quickly.

I immediately texted a lawyer friend: [Get the divorce papers ready. I've decided to take back the core patents and move abroad with my sister for her studies.]

The second I hit send, my sister came over, urging me, "Bro, why aren't you going to the store to cook? What if Chuck gets hungry?"

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My mind went blank. I stared at her and forced the words out, "You already knew Julie was cheating?"

"She's not cheating. She and Chuck are really in love. Chuck treats me so well. He takes me out all the time. He's way better than you!"

Her face was indifferent, even lighting up when she talked about Chuck.

But the moment she looked at me, her expression turned completely disgusted.

"She's pregnant with his kid now—she couldn't be happier. If you ask me, you're the one getting in the way."