All Chapters of My Wife Toasted Her First Love, So I Filed for Divorce: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

The atmosphere in the room shifted to something strange.Monica took a deep breath, glanced at the papers, and said, "Put those away.""Don't pick a fight with me right now."Her sister heard and immediately stepped in. "Come on, it was just a game. Don't take it so seriously.""You two have been married for ten years. There's no need to ruin things over something so small.""Put it away."Her sister stuffed the papers back into my hands.Then everyone around us started chiming in. "You're a man. Be the bigger person. Don't be so petty.""Stop joking around."My fingertips went white. I was so angry I almost laughed.It was always like this. At our engagement party, Monica had shaken me off in front of everyone and danced with Dillon. At our wedding, she had ridden in the same car as Dillon to the church and left me standing on the side of the road.Afterward, I confronted her in a fury.Everyone stepped in to tell me the same thing: "Come on, Monica already married you. No need to rui

Chapter 2

My lawyer told me the best route was negotiation.Without concrete evidence of Monica's infidelity, pushing through the divorce would be difficult.We had been married ten years. Monica had Dillon in her heart the whole time. Whether she had actually been unfaithful, I couldn't say for certain.I sat in the car for a long time, not returning to the estate until well past midnight.The front gate was open. I heard noise upstairs, climbed the steps, and walked straight into the sight of Dillon sitting on the sofa drinking wine.He was wearing my robe, his hair still wet, the front hanging half-open.The color drained from my face. I opened my mouth to speak.But Monica came out of the bathroom, toweling her hair dry.There were red marks along her collarbone. She glanced at me with cool indifference. "Off getting lured away by who knows what, and you still know how to come home?""Go get me something to eat. I'm hungry."Monica was as cold as ever. Faced with this scene, she didn't bothe

Chapter 3

That night, I heard Dillon go into Monica's room.Monica locked the door behind them.I stood on the balcony and lit a cigar, listening to the sounds from next door. My ears burned. My heart seized.Monica's laugh was coy. "I thought you hated working out. When did you get abs?""You like them?" Dillon teased."Oh, stop." Monica shoved him, then laid down the rules. "No crossing the line tonight. You sleep on your side.""No promises. Not sure I can help myself. Colton's the one who insisted we share a room." Then the light went dark.I stopped the recording on my phone.There were other rooms available. Monica chose to share one anyway.And somehow it was my fault.Unbelievable.I didn't sleep that night. Laughter drifted through the wall every now and then.I couldn't make out what they were saying. I only knew that every laugh cut into me, and the intimacy in those sounds nearly suffocated me.A soft sigh of satisfaction from Monica made my entire body go rigid.I bit down on my lip

Chapter 4

The recording from the night before wasn't enough evidence to force the divorce. I tailed Dillon's car.My lawyer reminded me that my marriage to Monica was an alliance between two families.To secure a clean divorce, my best chance was to catch her in the act.Dillon's car pulled up in front of the largest club in the area.The moment they stepped out, Monica took his arm and walked inside.I followed from a distance and discovered they were meeting with a group of drug lords from Southeast Asia.The men had done business with the Family years ago.Once we stopped dealing in anything illegal, we had cut ties.Monica, who normally refused to attend any kind of gathering, was all smiles today. When the dealers leaned in close to joke around with her, she batted their hands away with a flirtatious pout.They called it a business meeting, but all the banter circled around Monica and Dillon.Someone asked out of nowhere, "You two have been clinging to each other this whole time? You tellin

Chapter 5

Dillon scrambled off the bed in a panic. "What the hell are you doing?!"Monica screamed. She was naked. She grabbed the sheets and pulled them around herself, backing into the corner, curling up.The light in the room was dim and suggestive. Beside the bed lay several freshly opened boxes of condoms—the same brand we used at home.My chest tightened. The wave of revulsion hit even harder."If I hadn't walked in, the boxes by the bed still wouldn't have been enough for you two, would they? You disgusting pieces of trash!"I let out a cold laugh, every word dripping with contempt."W-what did you just say?" Monica's voice shook. She kept backing away. "Tell your people to leave first. Let's talk."I pulled off my leather gloves and sneered. "Talk about what? There's nothing left to say. Divorce. End of discussion."My voice was light, almost detached. I pressed down hard on the revulsion churning in my gut. For years, I had bent over backward for Monica.I never once let her suffer.But

Chapter 6

I sat in the next room for ten minutes.In those ten minutes, my lawyer had drafted a new set of divorce papers.Monica and Dillon walked in, considerably less defiant than before.My gaze caught the remnants of a hickey on Monica's neck.The faint red mark stung like a needle in my chest.I looked away and tossed the divorce papers across the table."Sign them and get off my territory."Monica sat across from me and began flipping through the papers. When she reached the first page, her expression changed."This is outrageous! You're not giving me a single euro in the divorce? How am I supposed to survive?!""We've been married for ten years. If anyone should move out of the estate, it should be you. That place is my home."I scoffed and lit a cigar. "If you had signed yesterday, I might have let you keep the estate. But today I caught you in bed with him. You're getting nothing."The original papers had included enough for Monica to get back on her feet. After ten years of marriage,

Chapter 7

Monica had screamed and hit and cursed at me through more fights than I could count, crying that I had ruined her happiness.If she could do it over, she said, she would choose Dillon every time.It was my fault, she said, that Dillon had been driven out of the country and could never come home.Every time, I told myself it was just something she said in anger. I never took it seriously.For years, I had been quietly investigating who had tried to kill me that day. Every trail led back to Dillon.It wasn't until last week that I finally learned the whole truth.Back then, Dillon wanted to prove himself within his own family and decided I was his target. He waited for a moment when I was alone.He planned to kill me at the docks.My men arrived just in time. They should have caught him. But Monica came running out, claiming she was protecting me, and threw herself in front of me.Dillon seized the opening and opened fire on her.It drew my attention away. The ambush failed. Dillon's fam

Chapter 8

Marco handled the divorce proceedings for me.Back at the estate, the first thing I did was pack. I had everything shipped north.Then I had the estate dealt with.Once everything was in order, I moved north and threw myself into the business, building out the full plan for my operations.I heard that after I left, Monica went back to the estate, but my bodyguards stopped her at the gate.She refused to leave, grabbing and hitting the guards. The servants packed up her things and threw them out.Monica texted me.[You're heartless. You think locking me out will make me agree to the divorce? Think again.][Unless you give me a fair share of the assets, I won't back down.]Dillon found a lawyer for Monica too.I didn't bother with any of it. Once I was fully settled in the north, I attended a few events hosted by friends.I treated them as a chance to clear my head.During that time, Monica kept messaging me nonstop.Her tone shifted from threats to begging.[Colton, I've already told Di

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