Chapter 2

My dad specifically reminded me at the time to keep hiding our wealth, saying "time reveals a person's heart."

Now it seemed he was absolutely right.

I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone to call Bob. "Fine, we can divorce. But I'm not taking responsibility for Bob's debts. I'm calling him right now to make this clear."

I called several times, but Bob didn't pick up.

Moore slapped my phone out of my hand, screaming, "You know Bob is traveling abroad and can't answer calls, so you dare slander him!"

Ruth kicked my phone far away. "Your own debt—you want us to pay it? If you don't take responsibility, who will?"

Just then, the front door slammed open with a bang.

Howard stormed in, his face full of rage. "Alex, you're absolutely despicable! A hundred million in debt!"

Moore threw herself into his arms. "Howard, he even dares to claim Bob borrowed it."

Howard kissed the top of Moore's head. "Why don't you come stay at my place? Otherwise what if the debt collectors come back and scare you and my son?"

Seeing my stunned expression, Howard sneered. "What's the big deal? Did you think you knew where Moore went every time you traveled for work?"

"She came to my place! She's slept in my bed more times than in yours!"

After calling me despicable, he took Moore's hand, and the three of them left my house without looking back.

What shocked me wasn't just Moore's betrayal, but Howard's too.

Howard and I were college classmates. A few years ago when he lost his job and asked to borrow money, I lent him a hundred thousand without hesitation.

Later when he couldn't find work, I recommended him to a company where he slowly worked his way up to executive, earning five million a year.

But I never told him that company belonged to my dad.

I never imagined this friend would sleep with my wife.

Lost in these memories, I received a call from a subordinate. "Alex, get back to the company quickly!"

I didn't know what was wrong, but I rushed back to the office.

Moore had brought Howard and Ruth, and they were making a huge scene at my company.

Moore was at the legal department processing paperwork. "Starting today, I'm no longer a shareholder of this trash company. I'm withdrawing!"

Howard grabbed the withdrawal contract. "Right, hurry up and withdraw, then divorce. That hundred million debt will have nothing to do with us."

Ruth ran to my company's clients shouting, "This company's owner has terrible character! Everyone should choose a different company. Leave, leave!"

Company clients stood up one by one, gathering their things to leave.

Ruth wasn't satisfied yet. She continued shouting at employee workstations. "Everyone protect your valuables! Your scumbag boss owes a hundred million and might steal anything valuable and run at any moment. He won't even pay wages!"

Seeing me walk in, my coworkers immediately secured their valuables, whispering among themselves.

"So the boss owes a hundred million! He's abandoning his own wife—he might really run off with the money!"

"I never would've guessed he was such a lowlife. Now there's a scene, let's see what he does!"

"Even his former friend is righteously denouncing him—it must be true. We should probably all start looking for new jobs."

I rushed in. "What gives you the right to spread lies? I can sue you for any damages to the company!"

Howard put on a righteous act, shielding Moore. "You owe a full hundred million—that's a fact!"