My CEO husband often invited his close friends over for dinner at our home, saying it helped him feel like they were family.

As everyone admired all the food I had painstakingly prepared, one of his friends grinned and remarked, "No doubt about it, Sandra—you're the whole package!

"A woman as perfect as you could have totally won Kenneth's affection."

Keeping my expression neutral, I responded half-jokingly, "Oh? Could have?

"Those who don't know may think Kenneth is seeing someone on the side."

Instantly, the room fell silent. His friends looked stunned, and a faint trace of panic flickered in their eyes.

Meanwhile, my husband, Kenneth Harrison, wrapped an arm around my shoulder and smiled calmly.

"They're just talking nonsense. Only you deserve to be my wife."

I smiled back at his effortless performance.

But the moment I turned and stepped out of the dining room, I called my brother, Alban Burton.

"Alban, Kenneth cheated on me. Make sure he's locked up—and that he rots in prison."

Alban fell silent for a few seconds.

Then he said tentatively, "Sandy, are you sure? Could there be a mistake? I mean, Kenneth? He..."

I took off the wedding ring from my ring finger, the diamond digging into my palm.

"I've been married to him for ten years. I have every one of his cufflinks custom-ordered from Italy.

"But today, he's wearing cheap plastic flowers instead of those fine cufflinks. Alban, do you still believe it's a mistake?

"You know I won't tolerate betrayal. I want you to expose every nasty thing he's done over the years. Oh, and don't forget to get me the best lawyer. I'm gonna get a divorce."

Alban was seething with rage. "Alright."

Half an hour later, several encrypted files arrived on my phone.

I opened the first photo. It showed a girl in a white shirt, her smile radiant and brimming with youthful energy, linking arms with Kenneth.

Beneath her sleeve, on her exposed wrist, was the same wolf head tattoo Kenneth had.

Without hesitation, I drove straight to the office.

Minutes later, a girl in a white dress with long, straight hair came rushing out.

I caught a glimpse of her name tag—Jasmine Rowe.

The moment she saw me, her face went pale with terror. She instinctively hid her hands behind her back.

But it was too late. I already saw the custom Swiss watch.

On my birthday last year, I received a transaction alert—a purchase record from Switzerland.

It included a watch worth 500,000 dollars and a necklace worth 8,000 dollars.

I had carefully stored the necklace at home.

And that very watch was now on her wrist.

I scoffed, "Ms. Rowe, it seems your husband and mine share similar tastes.

"Even the custom-made watches they picked are identical."

Jasmine trembled at my words.

Her rosy lips parted several times before she finally stammered, "Y-Yeah... Maybe men just have similar tastes."

She clutched the hem of her shirt so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"Cut it out already.

"You're the mistress Kenneth's friends all knew about, aren't you?" I called her out.

Jasmine shivered even more violently, looking as though she might faint at any second.

"You've got it all wrong... Mr. Harrison fainted again because of low blood sugar, and I looked after him.

"His friends thought I was attentive and joked that we were together... That's all it was."

"I'm so sorry if the misunderstanding upsets you."

After saying this, Jasmine even bowed deeply to me.

Her innocent, pitiful act was flawless. Had I not witnessed her tactics in seducing Kenneth firsthand, I might have been completely fooled.

Half a month ago, she posted a video on social media.

It showed Kenneth paying with his card at a dealership, standing next to a Porsche.

Her caption read, "The more a man loves you, the more he's willing to spend on you."

At that time, I was at home, burning with a high fever, barely conscious.

I called Kenneth, wanting him to take me to the hospital.

For a second, he sounded panicked. Then his voice turned low and hoarse, as though he were holding something back.

"Sandy, I'll tell the maid to take you. Something urgent came up, and I can't leave right now."

An hour later, my high fever had developed into pneumonia. I was rushed to the emergency room.

Meanwhile, Jasmine posted another picture—this time of herself lying in the new Porsche beside a shirtless Kenneth. Fresh, suggestive red marks stood out starkly against his toned abdomen.

Her caption went, "Now, both you and my new car are branded by me forever."

When Kenneth rushed into the ward, his shirt was still misbuttoned.

He threw himself toward the bedside, his eyes red and strained.

At the time, I foolishly believed it was out of concern for me—only now did I understand it was the guilt of a traitor.

All of a sudden, my stomach churned. Kenneth had actually cheated on me with such a cheap angelic bitch?

No longer bothering to watch her pathetic performance, I turned to leave.

Just as I settled into the car, Kenneth called me.

I answered, and his panicked voice rushed through the speaker.

"Sandy, what brought you to the office today?"

"Why?"

I started the engine, keeping my tone casual.

"I had some contract matters to handle. Is there something you don't want me to see?"

He was obviously caught off guard by my question.

His breath caught. After a few seconds of silence, his voice softened into that familiar, coaxing tone he always used to placate me.

"What are you talking about?

"Of course, I'm not hiding anything from you. It's just... The office is a complete mess right now. Next time, give me a heads-up before you come, and I'll have someone tidy up.

"You know I'd never cheat on you. If you don't believe me, you can look into it anytime you want."

I couldn't help but be somewhat puzzled.

Jasmine hadn't told him that I already knew everything?

Scrolling through the evidence, I listened to him lie.

The files totaled three gigabytes—all of it about Kenneth.

Last Valentine's Day, he told me he was traveling abroad and couldn't take my calls. In reality, he was watching the aurora with Jasmine in the Arctic.

When my father was critically ill, I called him over thirty times—not a single one answered. He was busy celebrating Jasmine's birthday.

"I believe you. But what's the story with that watch?"

Hearing me mention the watch, Kenneth seemed to relax slightly.

He moved his lips closer to the speaker, his tone carrying an affected intimacy.

"I passed out at the office, and Jasmine happened to stop by. She took me to the hospital."

After a pause, Kenneth added, "Jasmine stayed with me all night, so I gave her that watch as a thank-you. I just forgot to mention it to you afterwards."

He forgot? How convenient.

It wasn't the only thing he "forgot" to tell me.

He also "forgot" that they had checked into a top-floor hotel suite that night and stayed there for three full days and nights.

I let out an inward cold laugh.

"She's quite attentive. The day after you passed out, she even brought over the black shirt you were wearing that day—washed and ironed."

Kenneth obviously paused for a second, and I could hear his breath catch.

Then he forced a light laugh, trying to play it off. "She's ... thorough like that.

"Sandy, stop overthinking, alright? You're my wife, the only one I love."

His voice turned cloying, drenched in that fake-sweet tone again.

"Once things calm down at work, I'll take you to the Maldives—just the two of us. We'll finally have that vacation I owe you."

His tenderness, which once would have melted me, now turned my stomach.

"Sure."

My gaze drifted to the neon lights streaking past the window, and my voice came out eerily calm, as if commenting on the weather.

"But you should focus on your important matters first. I wouldn't want to keep you."

"Nothing is more important than being with you."

His voice dripped with unmistakable flattery, but the coldness tightening around my heart only grew heavier.

It wasn't just that Kenneth had cheated on me—what truly sickened me was the realization that they had been putting on a shameless performance right in my face for so long.

My grip tightened on the steering wheel, and I had to do my best to suppress the urge to confront Kenneth.

No. I would make him admit to the affair with Jasmine openly, and then I would make sure both of their reputations were ruined for good.

After brushing him off with a vague reply, I ended the call.

Just then, I saw another update on Jasmine's social media.

In the video, she was dressed in an exquisitely designed wedding gown, glittering with diamonds, her face radiant with a triumphant smile.

"Another mistress came to me today, trying to take my place. To make it up to me, Mr. Harrison proposed!

"I said I wanted to hold our wedding in a castle, so he bought one for me."

With a smug smirk, she panned the camera—seemingly casually—across several property deeds.

"And he actually wanted me to be in charge of this winery.

"Can I really handle it? I mean, I have zero experience. Fortunately, he promised he'd go with me to show everyone who is in charge. In such a way, no one will pick on me just because I'm young."

The sight of the property deeds bearing my name on them instantly sent fury blazing through me.

Alban had given me the winery as a gift for my coming-of-age ceremony.

How dare Kenneth hand them over to his mistress to please her!

They wanted to show everyone who was in charge?

Sure. I was curious to know—how were they going to do that in front of me, the real owner of the winery?

I bought a ticket and flew to France overnight.

The old housekeeper at the winery was visibly surprised to see me.

"Ms. Burton, what brings you back? I thought you said Mr. Harrison could use the estate for a party today. You even asked to have all the family members cleared out."

A wave of anger surged through me instantly.

As I was about to respond, my phone rang. It was Kenneth.

"Sandy, I'm in a cross-border meeting. I'll fly to you as soon as it's over."

Before I could say anything, I faintly heard an affectedly sweet female voice from the other end of the line.

"Kenneth, how do I look in this?"

In the next second, Kenneth covered the phone and stepped away.

"Sandy, talk to you later. The meeting's about to start."

Almost at the same moment, the ornately carved gates of the winery swung open. A procession of luxury cars pulled in, lining up around the fountain plaza.

Dozens of guests I had never met were ushered to their seats, while I remained hidden in a secluded corner.

Once everything was in place, Jasmine made her entrance. Dressed in a fiery red haute couture gown, she strode confidently to the front, a triumphant smile on her face.

"Hello, everyone. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jasmine Rowe, the new owner of this winery.

"Mr. Harrison has entrusted everything to me—the wines, the castle, even every single grape in the vineyard.

"To celebrate, all the wine here today will be sold at seventy percent off. Consider it my treat—a warm welcome to you all."

Seventy percent off? How generous of her. Even the cheapest wine here was worth 150,000 dollars.

Some were collector's editions—irreplaceable vintages I would never have sold, at any price.

The old housekeeper, who had watched me grow up, was livid when he heard Jasmine's words.

"Her winery? Since when?

"And Mr. Harrison actually cheated on you? He's so done for!"

As he was about to storm out, I gently shook my head and stopped him. It wasn't the time to expose Kenneth—not yet.

My goal was clear—to make him admit with his own words that he had cheated on me with Jasmine and then to make sure their reputations were down the drain.

Just then, the ornately carved gates were swung open again, and Kenneth stepped through, dressed in a bespoke suit.

At the sight of him, Jasmine trotted over eagerly and threw herself into his arms, shaking his arm with a syrupy smile.

"Kenneth, what did I say? You look perfect in this brand's suits."

Kenneth's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, but he nodded anyway, his face an unreadable mask.

Meanwhile, I was burning with rage.

The founder of that suit brand came from a family that was my family's sworn enemy. They had framed my father, and he ultimately died of anger and humiliation.

Kenneth knew the whole story better than anyone. Yet here he was, wearing the brand's suit in front of everyone. It was no different from a slap in my face.

Just as I could no longer hold back and began to step forward, Kenneth's friends all surrounded him and Jasmine.

"Kenneth, you surely have great taste. Jasmine's smile is just radiant. She's the very picture of effortless youth!"

"Jasmine, the winery is worth 15 million dollars, and Kenneth just handed it to you. Isn't he the greatest guy in the world or what?"

"Now that the winery's yours, how are you going to thank him?"

Amid their rowdy cheers, Jasmine lowered her head, blushing.

Just then, the winery manager approached with a tray of wine, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"I'm sorry, but there must be some mistake. Mr. Harrison, you merely borrowed the winery from Ms. Burton for today, didn't you?"

The guests present all heard him. Instantly, they exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.

"What's going on?"

"Ms. Burton? That's Mr. Harrison's wife, right?"

"So, who's this Ms. Rowe? Could it be ... she and Mr. Harrison..."

The winery manager was already boiling with anger.

"Mr. Harrison, how could you do this to Ms. Burton?"

When saying this, he took out his phone to call me.

But in the very next second, Kenneth's bodyguards rushed forward and pinned his arms behind his back.

Kenneth's icy gaze swept across the room.

"Silence him for good. Make sure he pays the price for speaking out of turn."

Though his voice wasn't exactly loud, it dripped with a ruthlessness forged from years in power. Instantly, the hall fell deadly silent.

Without even looking up, Kenneth stroked Jasmine's face in a devil-may-care way.

"Jasmine is my wife. Sandra is just a maid."

A maid?

I was so pissed off that I almost let out a derisive laugh.

It seemed Kenneth had forgotten who had lifted him to his current place of power, where everyone gazed up in reverence.

If it hadn't been for me, he'd still be curled up in some back alley, bullied and begging for scraps.

I stood by his side for ten long years, helping him build everything from the ground up. I took two stabs to the chest, shielding him from enemies. I even had Alban pull strings behind the scenes to help him.

When I hovered at the edge of life and death, all I thought about was how to pave his way.

Yet, here he was, calling me a maid.

No one present dared to cross Kenneth. They all hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"So, that's how it is... How unbelievably generous of Mrs. Harrison—she actually allows a maid to deceive everyone using the family's name."

Someone even persuaded Jasmine earnestly, "Mrs. Harrison, a lowly maid like that knows no boundaries. Who knows when she might try to seduce Mr. Harrison?

"You'd better watch out. Better yet, just fire her."

Another chimed in, "That'll be too easy for her. A scheming woman like her ought to be thrown into the sea!"

The complacent look on Jasmine's face was undisguised.

The winery manager's face turned ghastly pale, and he kept struggling fiercely while being dragged away.

"Let me see Ms. Burton! She's the real Mrs. Harrison!"

The other guests all looked contemptuous.

"The maid is so cunning. She even managed to fool the winery manager."

"Mr. Harrison, you should get rid of that calculating woman as soon as possible."

Kenneth's icy gaze swept across everyone.

Then he said, "I'll say this again—Jasmine is my only wife. I'll deal with whoever disrespects her without mercy."

As the room plunged into a tense silence, I started to clap my hands slowly. The sound of slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the hall, and everyone turned in my direction.

I took off my cap, my eyes fixed firmly on Kenneth and Jasmine.

"Tell me, Kenneth. If she's Mrs. Harrison, then who am I?"

The smiles on Kenneth and Jasmine's faces froze instantly.