I walked into my husband’s workplace on Valentine’s Day holding a romantic gift, only to see him proposing to his wealthy female boss while the staff cheered. He smirked at me, whispering, “You’re just a poor housewife, accept it.” I didn’t cry. I simply pulled out my phone, dialed the company’s majority shareholder, and whispered into the speaker…

truth finally bleeds out.”

“I just wanted something that was mine!” he cried.

“So you decided to carve it out of my spine.”

“I was going to pay it back!” he lied, one final, desperate time. “After the Japanese money cleared!”

“The Japanese money you were already embezzling through your fiancée’s brother?”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

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