Chapter 5 Cutting Them All Off

It was Grant calling. Apparently I still had his number saved.

I answered, puzzled, and immediately heard the mocking tone in his voice. "I'm sure you've already seen Cynthia's post, so I might as well tell you the truth. I faked my death. Cynthia knew about it too. The whole point was to force you into divorcing her so you'd have to give her half your assets.

"Oh, and thanks for taking care of her for me all these years. You spoiled her rotten. You should've seen how seductive she was when she begged for me. She's a slut, and you're an idiot. Honestly, you two are pretty well matched."

My grip tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. I pressed my lips together and said nothing while Grant laughed mockingly.

It turned out Cynthia had staged this entire performance just to force me into divorcing her. No wonder she had shown up to our wedding in mourning clothes, then signed the divorce papers without the slightest hesitation. She had never given me even the tiniest bit of love.

All this time, she had simply treated me like a fool.

Grant laughed arrogantly on the other end of the line. He was mocking me for being stupid enough to play the sucker, supporting his woman for him while still handing over half my fortune.

At first, I felt a lump of anger lodged in my chest, but after thinking it through, it gradually faded. 'You want my money? Dream on!'

Cynthia had always acted as though she were above worldly possessions. When I sent over the divorce agreement, she had signed her name without even bothering to look at it.

Then again, even if she read the papers, she could not do anything. I had evidence of her infidelity and everything else she had done wrong. I had an entire stack of records documenting her hotel stays with Grant alone.

If she thought she could have a share of my assets while being the unfaithful party… Even though it was the middle of the night, that was one hell of a dream.

"Didn't you go through it with Cynthia? She thinks she's better than me, so she refused my assets and claimed they're garbage. I heard she looked disgusted when she signed the papers. She's after true love, you know. Apparently, she doesn't care about money or material things.

"Thanks, buddy, for taking that fickle woman off my hands. I'd been contemplating how to deal with that headache, and you ended up doing me a favor. You must feel quite accomplished, this being the one charitable thing you've done since birth."

I was telling him nothing but the truth, yet Grant suddenly fell silent.

"Hey, buddy, still there?" I asked. "Anyway, I wish you two star-crossed lovers a lifetime of happiness together. Stay together forever and don't come out to ruin anyone else's life."

…

The next second, I heard something crash to the floor on the other end of the line. The impact was deafening, as though he had just unleashed all the fury boiling inside him.

I could not help but snort.

I genuinely could not understand what Cynthia had ever seen in a useless man who wanted to build his fortune by living off a woman. Also, I would like to see how she and her family would maintain their luxurious lifestyle without my money.

With that, I called my assistant and told him to take a housekeeper to the new marital home I had recently purchased and remove every single one of Cynthia's belongings. Then, I called the nursing home, told them to stop making the payments, and asked the director to have the two old parasites thrown out.

Finally, there was Cynthia's brother. He had been the one driving when he hit someone, and he had fled the scene afterward, which constituted a criminal offense. I handed the police the surveillance footage of the hit-and-run, along with the truth that he had eventually panicked and confessed to me himself.

Back then, I had taken the blame for him for no reason, even paying money to calm the victim's family down. Thankfully, the victim had not been seriously injured. Otherwise, her brother would have been done for.

After taking care of everything, I pulled the covers over myself and slept soundly through the night.

…

The next morning, I returned to the office.

I had just started a meeting with all the employees in the conference room when Cynthia's parents burst in with a large group of relatives.