Chapter 4

I sat in front of the screen, unable to process what I had just heard.

Just then, the villa door opened again, and Sienna walked in, carrying a limited-edition remote-controlled car. She asked, "Hey, did you miss your mommy?"

I saw the undisguised love and affection on her face, an expression she had never shown Anthony.

Caleb walked over and slipped an arm around her waist. Stephen smiled and offered them some fruit. The four of them sat together in the living room, looking like a real family.

Meanwhile, my son was locked in a windowless storage room.

Kylie hugged her remote-controlled car and proudly showed it off as she drove it around the room. "Mommy, isn't this the newest model? Only two kids in my class have one!"

"Of course," Sienna said sweetly, ruffling her hair. "Whatever the other kids have, my daughter should have too."

I had heard her say something similar. When Anthony turned four, he saw a classmate with a cool electric guitar. So, when he got home, he cautiously asked Sienna if he could have one too.

However, she frowned and said, "Just because other kids have something, does that mean you have to have it too? You're so young, and you've already learned to compare yourself to others. I'm worried about what you'll become."

In the end, I was the one who bought the guitar for him. Sienna even blamed me for spoiling him.

I finally understood—Sienna wasn't against spoiling children. She simply didn't want my son to be the one being spoiled.

Caleb sprawled casually on the couch and draped an arm around Sienna's shoulders. "You're not leaving tonight, are you?"

"Malachi just went abroad. He won't be back anytime soon, so I'm staying," Sienna replied, leaning into Caleb's arms.

Stephen smiled knowingly at them. "You two should really spend more time together."

If they were a couple, who was I to them? Their walking ATM?

Sienna opened her phone. "Dad, next week is your 60th birthday. Malachi transferred 30,000 dollars to me beforehand. I've already booked the hotel and informed all our relatives and friends."

Stephen was beaming with joy. "That's my daughter. Let's make it a big celebration. Let them all see how well I'm living."

But Caleb suddenly asked, "Will Malachi return?"

"Work is all he cares about," Sienna scoffed.

She continued, "Besides, he just left. There's no way he'd fly all the way back for a birthday party. Once the overseas project goes through, the company's valuation will at least double. Then, I'll find a chance to get him to sign some financing paperwork and hand over his voting rights.

"Once the company is mine, he won't get to decide whether this marriage ends."

I turned off the surveillance feed and sat motionless in the dark for a long time. I didn't know when this marriage had started to fall apart, but I knew that this wasn't the time to rush back and confront them.

Getting angry would only alert them. Evidence was what I needed to fight back.

Over the next two days, I contacted a lawyer, Finn Cadwell. He was a well-known family and corporate lawyer in the country.

I told him, "I want a divorce. I want to fight for custody of my son and recover the marital assets that were transferred away."

Finn told me that the footage alone wouldn't be enough. We needed bank statements, the company's financial records, and proof of Kylie's identity. So I contacted a trusted insider at the company and secretly obtained the company's financial records from the past three years.

What I found was even more shocking than I had imagined.

Over the past three years, Sienna had transferred more than 14 million dollars to a company controlled by Caleb, disguising the transfers as payments for marketing, client relations, and consulting services.

Most of the 2,000 dollars I gave Stephen each month was spent on Kylie.

Even the down payment on Caleb's three-million-dollar apartment had come from our joint account.

And that wasn't all. I also found Kylie's birthday certificate. She had been born one year before Sienna and I got married.

Back then, Sienna claimed she was going abroad for a year of intensive training. I worked day and night back home to support her. But it turned out she had gone overseas to secretly mother another man's child.

I began putting everything into motion. I changed the access permissions for the company's core systems, applied for a freeze on our assets, and arranged for a psychologist to meet with Anthony.

Meanwhile, I had someone prepare a special birthday gift in secret. On the day of Stephen's birthday party, I returned to the country early. The banquet hall, where each table was worth 3,000 dollars, was packed with guests.

Stephen was wearing a custom-made designer suit and a luxury watch, basking in the compliments of every guest.

That was when I pushed open the doors to the banquet hall. Two staff members followed behind me, carrying a huge basket. There was no gold or jewelry inside. Only 120 cold pieces of bread.