She Satisfies Her Lover, I Destroy Her World

The day I confirmed my wife was cheating, I agreed to sleep in separate rooms.

Three months later, once I had enough evidence, I walked into her room again.

The moment I stepped inside, she switched off her phone and rolled over with her back to me. I'm tired. Going to sleep.

I sat on the edge of the bed. "We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about. It's about that again, isn't it? I already told you, go find someone else outside. I'm just not in the mood."

Her impatient tone washed over me. I kept my voice level.

"If I go find someone else, what's the point of you being here?"

"Are you helping me shoulder any financial burden?"

"Are you providing any emotional support?"

"I handle every single thing in this household, big and small. If I'm going outside for that, what do I even need you for?"

Lois Walker turned around and glared at me. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Divorce."

She sat up. "Logan Dickerson, just because I won't let you touch me, you want a divorce?"

"You say you can't share the financial pressure, can't provide emotional support. So who gave birth to the child?"

"Did he just spring out of a rock?"

I stared at her. "Shouldn't things like pregnancy and childbirth involve the biological father?"

"Am I?"

Silence.

"Logan Dickerson, you son of a bitch." Lois grabbed a pillow and hurled it at me. "You're insulting my character."

"Lois, we're both adults. Time to face the consequences of our actions."

"You think I'd make up accusations with zero evidence? Pin a cheating wife on myself for no reason?"

"Fine. Show me the evidence, then. If you can produce evidence, I'll agree to the divorce."

I flung the paternity test report in her face. "Open your damn eyes and read it."

Lois turned on the lamp and looked at the report.

"Logan Dickerson, you went behind my back and had a paternity test done on the child? You don't trust me at all?"

I gave her a sidelong glance. "Go splash some water on your face, calm down, and try again. Because what just came out of your mouth didn't even qualify as a rational sentence."

"You don't have an ounce of trust in me. You're right, there's no point in staying married."

Lois started packing her things in a fury.

Ten-odd minutes later, she slammed the door behind her.

This wasn't unusual. In the past, no matter what sparked a fight, she'd storm out. Sometimes for a day. Sometimes two or three before she came back.

She'd block every line of communication, so emotionally volatile it was maddening.

To hold this family together, I'd walked on eggshells, terrified of setting her off over the smallest thing.

Even the intimacy between husband and wife, I'd held back again and again.

But tonight, the moment she walked out that door, I blocked and deleted every contact method first.

Go after her?

Not a chance.

Let's see which came first: her crawling back to sign the divorce agreement, or a court summons landing in her hands.

Shortly after she left, I woke the child.

I knew the kid was innocent, but the moment I'd learned the truth, I couldn't stand the sight of him.

There was no way I could keep pretending nothing had happened and raise another man's child.

I held my emotions in check as best I could, made up an excuse, and drove the boy to his grandmother's house in the middle of the night.

My mother-in-law asked, "Logan, the boy has school tomorrow. What are you doing dropping him off in the middle of the night?"

I didn't say a word. Just left a copy of the paternity test report behind.

Tonight, the Walker household wouldn't be a peaceful one.

Early the next morning, I'd barely gotten up when I found Lois already busy in the kitchen.

Seven years of marriage, and this was the first time I'd ever seen her cook.

When she set breakfast on the table, it was clear this was far from her first time at a stove.

The only question was who she'd been showing off her cooking skills for before. The spread looked restaurant-worthy.

She was wearing an apron, sitting at the dining table waiting for me, but I never sat down.

After washing up, I placed the divorce papers on the table.

She grabbed my hand. "Honey, aren't you going to ask where I was last night?"

"I only care about where the woman I love goes. You're not her."

Tears started falling. She cried silently, and admittedly, she did look pitiful.

That used to work on me. Now I felt nothing.

"Do we really have to get divorced?"

"Yes."

"Honey, I went to my mom's place last night. When I got back late, my dad just suspected we were having problems and nearly had an episode."

"If he finds out we're getting divorced, his body won't be able to take it."

"How is that my problem?"

"How can you be so cold-blooded?"

Looking at Lois, still putting on her little performance, I cut straight through her lies.

"Did you not notice the kid isn't home? I dropped him off at your mother's yesterday. You didn't see him?"

Lois's expression froze. "I didn't know how to explain things to my family, but my dad's health problems are real. He can't handle stress. That's why I didn't dare go home in the middle of the night."

She added with a hint of reproach, "You know his health is bad. How could you drop the child off there in the middle of the night?"

I stared at her. "Think before you speak. You're the one who cheated. Your affair is the reason I had to bring the child over in the first place. You're the one who caused your father's stress."

"What, did you think your father would be fine with it when you were cheating?"

"I didn't cheat." Lois cried harder. "You can't accuse me of something I didn't do."

"Whether it's a false accusation or not, you know the truth. You have three days to think it over. If you won't agree to a mutual divorce, I'll file a lawsuit."

"And pack your things today and get out. The sight of you makes me sick."

I stood and left without acknowledging her tears. I had more important things to do today.

Owen Black. Master's degree from overseas. Planning director at Starfall Media Group.

The man who'd been sleeping with my wife. Today, I was going to pay him a visit.

Neither half of that cheating pair deserved to walk away unscathed.

Getting a meeting with such a busy man required an appointment. I had the receptionist contact him using only my name, and he agreed to see me immediately.

In Owen Black's office, I looked at him. "Do I need to introduce myself?"

"Anyone who doesn't know Luminos Culture Group has a legendary operations director named Logan Dickerson doesn't deserve to be in this industry."

Owen extended his hand. "Director Dickerson, I hope you're here to discuss a partnership."

I didn't take it. "Can't you sense why I'm here?"

Owen gave an awkward laugh. "A man of Director Dickerson's status and standing certainly doesn't lack for female company. Is this really necessary?"

"Then let me have a go with your wife."

Owen's face darkened. He leaned back in his chair. "Going after a married woman is immoral. I'll own that."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "But is it illegal?"

"Director Dickerson's professional abilities are well known in the industry. You're this." He gave me a thumbs-up.

"But when it comes to being a husband, you're this." He turned his pinky finger downward. "Lois learned quite a few tricks from me. Did she ever try them out on you?"

"Bet you want to hit me right now."

"Too bad. Sleeping with your wife isn't a crime, but assault is."

The corner of Owen's mouth curled upward. He didn't laugh out loud.

But that silent provocation and mockery was far more infuriating than any sound could have been.

Unfortunately for him, he didn't find a trace of anger on my face.

I calmly pulled out a flash drive and slid it across the desk toward him. "Take a look. I'm confident you'll find a different tone to speak to me in."

I never walked into a fight I wasn't prepared to win. I didn't come here to be humiliated.

I first saw Owen Black at a business summit three months ago. The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt he looked like my son. The longer I looked, the stronger the resemblance became.

After that, I had a paternity test done. It confirmed the boy wasn't mine. I used the three months that followed to conduct a thorough investigation.

By now, I had a detailed file on Owen Black.

He and Lois had been high school classmates. He later went abroad to study. After returning to the States, he married into the Hargrove family, becoming a live-in son-in-law to a powerful dynasty.

Vivienne Hargrove, the heiress of Starfall Media Group, was Owen's wife.

And he hadn't just been carrying on an affair with Lois. The flash drive held the proof. Some of the footage had been captured from perfect angles, recording every detail of Owen's infidelity with crystal clarity.

The color drained from Owen's face, inch by inch.

"If Ms. Hargrove saw these videos, how do you think she'd react?"

Owen wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Logan, listen, it takes two to tango. I'm a piece of shit, I admit it. But Lois is no saint either."

"She reached out to me first."

"We're both men here. You know how hard it is to turn down a woman who throws herself at you."

"Since we're both men," I said, "then you understand what it feels like to be cheated on, don't you?"

Owen's expression turned even uglier. He understood perfectly.

Because he'd married into the Hargrove family, he had no power over Vivienne. She kept no shortage of men on the side. But reality was cruel that way when the balance of power was this lopsided. Vivienne could play around. He couldn't.

Maybe the two of them had some kind of arrangement, an unspoken agreement to look the other way. But with these videos in my hands, the equation changed entirely.

All I had to do was leak the footage. It would be a public humiliation for Vivienne, and she would have no choice but to respond.

Owen clearly understood this.

"Logan, name your terms. Anything within my power, and I'll make it right."

I glanced at my teacup. He scrambled to pour me more water.

"I've been reading a lot of those billionaire CEO novels lately. I'm no billionaire, but I figured I'd try out what it feels like to have someone kneeling at my feet."

Owen's face twisted, but he got on his knees.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

I backhanded him across the face, left then right, one after another. "Director Black, am I breaking the law by hitting you?"

Owen forced a grin. "If anyone else hit me, that'd be assault. But when you do it, Logan, it means you think I'm worth the trouble."

"Smooth talker. That earns you a few more."

Owen didn't dare flinch. He took every blow.

I looked down at him. "Now let's talk business. I pulled Lois's bank records. Over the years, she transferred a total of a hundred and six thousand dollars to you. That sound about right?"

Owen's face darkened. "That's right."

"I won't gouge you on interest. Round it up to a hundred and twenty thousand. Any problem with that?"

"No problem. None at all." His answer came fast.

"How long until it hits my account?"

"Three days. Three days, tops."

"Good boy. Almost makes me feel bad slapping you around."

I said it with a smile, then cracked him across the face a few more times before finally standing up and heading for the door.

"Logan, the videos..."

I turned back. "That depends on how you behave."

Owen's expression was grim, but all he could do was watch me leave.

After leaving Owen's place, I headed to the office. Whatever rage I'd had, I'd burned through all of it the day I found out the boy wasn't mine.

Now it was about recovering what I'd lost and getting my life back on track.

Lois was destined to become a thing of the past.

What I hadn't expected was that when I got home after work that evening, Lois was still there.

And she wasn't alone. My parents were there. Her parents were there.

Both sets of in-laws had prepared a lavish spread. Two bottles of fine wine sat on the table.

Lois's eyes were rimmed with red. She'd clearly been crying for a long time.

"Logan, we were just waiting on you." She hurried toward me, reaching to help me out of my coat.

I stepped away from her with open distaste. So she'd been the one to call both sets of parents together.

I was curious about what came next. I wanted to see exactly what she planned to do with everyone gathered in one room.

I went over, greeted both sets of parents, and sat down.

Lois rushed to sit beside me. She picked up a piece of braised sausage with her chopsticks and placed it in my bowl. "Your favorite. Try it."

I shoved the entire bowl off the table. It hit the floor, and the atmosphere in the room turned to stone.

My father glared at me. "Are you done?"

Lois jumped in immediately. "Dad, it's my fault. Don't blame Logan. It's all my fault."

She wiped at her tears as she spoke, looking for all the world like she'd suffered some terrible injustice.

"Logan, Lois told us everything." My mother looked at me and continued, "This isn't her fault."

"Your father and I understand you're upset, but Lois is the victim here. You're her husband. You should be standing by her, not pushing her away."

"Victim?" I glanced at Lois in surprise. "I'm a little confused. Could someone tell me what exactly she said?"

My mother looked at Lois. "Lois, you haven't told Logan yet?"

"I... I..." Lois glanced at me, then dropped her gaze. "I didn't know how to tell him. I was afraid he wouldn't believe me."

"Don't worry. Your father and I know you're a good girl." My mother gave her a few reassuring words. "Since it's hard for you to say it, let me."

"Logan, the child really isn't yours, but it wasn't something Lois chose."

"The year you two got married, her classmates all came to the wedding. Afterward, she got together with some of them for a reunion."

"One of those animals got her drunk on purpose. Lois was assaulted while she was intoxicated."

"She'd just married you. She couldn't face what had happened, let alone tell you. No one imagined she'd end up pregnant with that man's child."

My mother's expression was grim as she spoke. She clearly didn't want to accept any of this either.

She went on, "Nobody wants something like this to happen. It's understandable that Lois was too scared to tell you at the time."

I stared at Lois, my face hard.

Her tears came faster. "Logan, I'm so sorry. I was just so terrified. I was afraid that if I told you, you'd want a divorce."

"Who was he?" I asked, my voice cold. "The animal who did it."

Both sets of parents turned to look at Lois.

I spoke again. "I have a right to know who hurt you. If you give me a name, I'd like to use every connection I have to make him pay."

My mother-in-law jumped in. "Lois, Logan has a wide network now. Tell him. Maybe he really can get justice for you."

"I... I..."

Lois stammered, her sobbing growing louder and louder.

"You won't say his name. Are you trying to protect him?"

"Logan, what kind of thing is that to say?" My father slammed his palm on the table.

"Lois doesn't want to relive that part of her past. That's understandable." My mother stepped in quickly to smooth things over. "Let's eat first. She can tell us when she's ready."

I said nothing. I quietly took out my phone and called Owen.

"Come to my place. I don't need to give you the address, do I?"