The Price My Ex Pays

My hand on the steering wheel was still trembling. Father finally gave in and agreed to my marriage with Peter Shawn. After three years together, he went from a graduate with nothing to someone who passed Harbor City's big shots' test. Our future felt like it was right in front of us. When I slid the key into the lock, I was even planning to surprise him. The living room light was on, but I didn't see him anywhere. Soft noises came from the bedroom, piercing my ears like needles. I walked over with heavy steps, and the moment my fingers touched the doorknob, my heart nearly stopped. The door wasn't locked; a push and it swung open. The scene before me froze the blood in my veins. Peter Shawn and that intern, Vivian Lincoln, were tangled naked together. That was the bedroom I'd carefully arranged, with our photo hanging on the wall. "Peter Shawn!" I nearly shouted. They scrambled apart in panic, Vivian screaming as she grabbed the blanket to cover herself. Without a second thought, I lunged forward and slapped Peter Shawn. The sharp slap echoed through the silent bedroom. Vivian Lincoln shrank back, hiding behind Peter Shawn, and I slapped her again with the back of my hand. "Are you crazy?" Peter stepped in front of her, his voice thick with accusation. I trembled with rage, pointing at them, "You cheat on me, and you're asking me if I'm crazy?" "She seduced me," Peter frowned, avoiding my eyes, "She drugged me." "Drugged you?" I laughed, tears threatening to fall, "Peter Shawn, do you take me for a fool?" He's always had a germaphobe; his clothes have to be arranged down to the last detail. If he wasn't willing, why would he let anyone else touch him? "Shirley, can you just calm down?" He stepped forward, reaching to take my hand. I jerked back, pulling away from his touch. Those hands had just been touching another woman. My voice shook, "I've stood by you from nothing to everything. My father gave you resources; I gave you my support. And this is how you repay me?" He was silent for a moment, then his tone turned icy: "You've only ever thought about your own feelings. You've never once thought about the pressure I'm under with your family." So all the tenderness and care were lies. He never loved me; what he loved was my family background and resources. I looked at him, and the last trace of warmth in my heart vanished. "Peter Shawn, let's break up." He froze for a moment, clearly not expecting me to be so blunt. "Don't regret this," he said through clenched teeth. "Regret?" I sneered, "The only thing I regret is ever meeting you." I took out my phone and called my assistant. "Immediately withdraw all investments in Peter Shawn's company. Notify all affiliated businesses to cut off any favors for him." The assistant on the other end of the line paused for a moment, then respectfully replied, "Alright, Ms. Smith." After hanging up, I didn't even glance at Peter Shawn and Vivian Lincoln, turning and walking out of this house reeking of filth. The sunlight was blinding, but I felt cold all over. Three years of love—turns out it was all a lie. Back home, I locked myself in my room and stayed there the whole day. The next morning, I gathered myself and went to the company. Father had already handed over part of the estate for me to manage; now, I had officially become the family heir. The first thing I'm going to do is completely wipe out everything related to Peter Shawn. The assistant put the organized files in front of me, detailing all our family's investments in Peter Shawn's company. "All invested funds must be recovered within three days." I flipped through the files, my tone unwavering. "But Ms. Smith, some of the funds have already been tied up in projects. Forcing a withdrawal could lead to losses." The assistant hesitated before speaking. "I'll cover the loss," I looked up at her. "But I won’t allow any of my investment with Peter Shawn."