Everyone Thought I Would Never Leave

I quietly sat on the couch in the living room after the innocent-looking college student, Clarence Nolan, followed my wife, Grace Snow, into the bedroom.

I ended up listening to their intimate noises for the entire night.

Dawn had just broken on the horizon when Grace stepped out of the room while wearing a sexy nightdress.

Disgust roiled in my gut when I smelled the cloying scent of their lovemaking that wafted out from the open door.

Grace approached me and asked coldly, "Are you satisfied now?"

I looked up at her and retorted, "I think you should be the one who's satisfied."

Grace suddenly lost her temper and exclaimed, "You're the one who keeps setting me up with different men every day! You're the one who wants me to give birth to an heir for the Snow family.

"Besides, you're probably bored of me now since we've been married for a decade. I'll grant your wish then. I swear that I'll never share the same room as you ever again from this day on! Also, I want you to send Clarence to his campus after he wakes up."

I stood up and used every ounce of willpower that I had to suppress the tremor in my voice when I asked, "Do you love him?"

"I do! I love him. Don't worry. You'll always be my official husband. Order someone to tidy up the guest room tomorrow. You'll move there while Clarence stays with me in the master bedroom."

She entered the bathroom after she was done speaking.

I felt as if there was a raging storm in my heart as I listened to the sounds of running water coming from the bathroom.

A decade ago, when we had nothing to our name, Grace had taken my hand and stood up to her father, George Snow, when he opposed our marriage.

"I love him! He's the only one I'll love for the rest of my life," she had declared firmly.

In the end, she had given her love that was supposed to solely belong to me to someone else.

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I didn't send Clarence to his college when morning arrived. Instead, I stood up and headed to a law firm.

I was filled with despair when I discovered that I was as penniless as I was a decade ago when I discussed Grace's and my shared marital assets with the lawyer.

Everything that she had given me was under her name. I didn't even own a single share in her company, even though I was the one who provided the funds that she needed to get it off the ground in the first place by selling my family heirloom.

The only thing I had was the one million dollars that she transferred to me every month. But even then, the account belonged to her.

When the afternoon rolled around, I sought out Grace with the divorce agreement.

She frowned and threw the agreement on the desk.

"You want to have ownership of the manor and properties that I gave you? I had no idea that you were such a greedy man. All of these assets will belong to you as long as you're my husband. You can forget about getting even a single cent if you're no longer my husband."

My heart plummeted into my gut. I never would have imagined that Grace would treat me so differently depending on whether she was in love with me.

Everything in the world belonged to me when she loved me.

Meanwhile, she wouldn't even give a single cent to me after falling out of love with me.