My Wife Flaunted Her Affair Partner

The atmosphere inside the room seemed to sour, and Georgia’s mother, Catherine Snow, froze.

As she stared at the photos, cold sweat broke out on her forehead. But she still had to force herself to smooth things over.

“Jane, Robert, as you’re both already aware, Georgia has been a playful girl since she was little. This is just for show. There’s nothing serious—”

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink.

My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently?

“We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we?

“She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?”

Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

Of course she was panicking.

Catherine had openly dated her lover. This had more or less affected our family business’ stock prices.

On top of that, the Snow family had just secured a land project in West City. As a result, they had dried up their cash flow. They counted on my family’s investment to stay afloat.

The corners of Catherine’s mouth twitched as she forced a smile. “I’ll get her here right now. She’s horrible!”

She then dialed Georgia’s number. To express her opinion on the matter, she deliberately put her phone on speaker.

It rang for a long time before the call was picked up. Loud music and a man’s flirtatious laughter came from the other end of the line.

“Mom, if you’ve got something to say, make it quick. I’m busy,” Georgia said with a drawl.

Meanwhile, Catherine tried to hold back her anger as she scowled. “Where are you? We’re having a family banquet with the Lokeman family. Get over here right now!”

There was a pause on the other end before Georgia responded perfunctorily with obvious impatience, “Mom, I’m working overtime in the office. I’m stuck in an international meeting. Simon’s overreacting. I’m just missing one dinner. Please tell him to stop being so insensible and to stop bothering you over trivial matters—”

“Ms. Snow, the wine’s too bitter. I want that other bottle…” a crisp and flirtatious male voice cut in.

The next moment, Georgia tried to make him happy by gently replying, “Be good. I’ll get another bottle of 1947 Cheval Blanc.”

Silence fell over the room like a heavy weight.

Catherine’s hands shook so badly that she could barely hold her phone.

I put down my cutlery and sneered. It sounded especially loud in the dead-silent atmosphere.

“It looks like Georgia’s having an ‘international meeting’ with a man in some sort of a wine tasting event.”

I looked up and stared at Catherine calmly. She was already drenched in sweat as I flatly said, “Since Georgia thinks we don’t matter much to her, I won’t force the issue. I’ll have my lawyers draft the divorce agreement now.”