Wait, I'm the Homewrecker Now?

Stanley Quinn looked down at me haughtily, as if I were trash.

I looked up, half-sizing him up in a bid to figure out just exactly what Susanne saw in this new flame of hers.

My scrutiny must've made Stanley uncomfortable, because he frowned and said coldly, "Why don't you take a good look in the mirror? With that sorry look of yours, you think you can pursue my woman? Do you even have a job?

"How much do you make a year that you'd dare to steal Susanne away from me? Who gave you the guts?"

The moment Stanley finished speaking, his underlings immediately nearby burst into loud, mocking laughter.

"Susanne and I are married, meaning our relationship is legal and legitimate. So, how can you say I'm trying to steal her from you?"

I just saw him and Susanne locked in a passionate kiss, and she even accepted his proposal. No matter how much I didn't want to believe it, I knew Susanne had cheated.

I thought when I told him Susanne and I were married, Stanley'd realize that she had played both of us. I also expected him to hold back a little, and that we could sit down for a proper talk about exactly when his affair with Susanne started.

To my surprise, not only was he indifferent, but he also angrily rebuked me for talking nonsense.

"Susanne and I have been together for two years, and she just agreed to marry me today. So, how could she possibly be with me? Looks to me like you're just some lunatic—probably lost your mind from the shock of Susanne getting married, huh?"

"Stan, this guy's clearly just another one of Susanne's admirers. Since she wouldn't give him the time of day, he's come here to make trouble."

"Susanne has been with you for so long, and she only has eyes for you. So, there's no way she would be with anyone else."

Stanley's underlings chimed in one after another, their flattering words drawing a pleased smile from Stanley.

"How dare a homewrecker come here and make a scene? I'd advise you to be smart and get lost!"

The word "homewrecker" struck a particularly harsh chord, and I let out a disdainful scoff.

Today was my and Susanne's third wedding anniversary, so I had planned to secretly come here to give her a surprise. Never did I expect that, in the end, she'd be the one giving me a surprise.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Susan to come out now and confront me!"

"Confront you?" Stanley chuckled and looked at me mockingly. "Are you just trying to trick Susanne into coming out because you can't find her? Fair enough.

"Someone as outstanding as Susanne is bound to have plenty of admirers. But this is the first time I've seen anyone so shameless as to cause a scene right at the company."

Stanley spoke while laughing, and each laugh felt like an invisible knife stabbing deep into my heart.

"You saw for yourself today that Susanne has already accepted my proposal. Once the team at this branch is fully set up, we'll go back and get married."

Every word Stanley said felt like a slow, torturous cut to my heart.

"That's impossible!" I shook my head vehemently. Susanne and I weren't even divorced yet, so how could she possibly marry someone else?

Susanne and I were married for three years, so even now, I still couldn't believe she'd betray me like this.

I looked up and glared fiercely at Stanley, shouting, "Listen to me. I, Clayton Carver, am Susanne's husband, and that's a fact no one can ever change!"

Stanley flew into a rage and kicked me hard in the shin. I gasped in pain and half-knelt on the ground.

"I dare you to say one more word."

As soon as Stanley finished speaking, several underlings nearby chimed in.

"Seriously? You think you can just pop off in front of Stan when even Susanne wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole? You must have a death wish or something!"

"I've never met a homewrecker with a delusion of grandeur before."

The words had barely left their lips when Stanley suddenly pulled out his phone and opened his chat history with Susanne.

"Here, take a good look. She calls me 'honey' every day, yet you claim to be her husband?"

Then, he scrolled to an intimate photo of the two of them lying together. "See? We've even slept together. So who do you think you are to be acting like this around us?"

Looking at the near-naked Susanne in the photos, I finally realized our marriage was nothing but a joke to her.

What I didn't understand was, if she no longer had feelings for me, why didn't she ask for a divorce? If she didn't love me anymore, I would've definitely let her go.

Alas, our three-year marriage was ultimately falling apart.

Staggering to my feet, I looked at Stanley with reddened eyes and said, "Fine. Susan really outdid herself this time. Since you're so eager to marry her, ask her to come out right now. I want a divorce!"