Chapter 1

In our tenth year as secret lovers, Charles still treats me like a bitch.

He only stayed with me for the night and hurried back to his and his wife's home at daybreak.

I thought he was pretending to be in love, until I smashed a bottle of wine on his wife's head and he went crazy.

That slap in the face wiped out the last bit of my conscience.

Charles, are you ready for our revenge?

Charles slapped me.

He hit me so hard that my head tilted to the side, my ears were buzzing, and my head was spinning.

I slowly squatted down holding on to the wall, and there was gold falling from the corners of my eyes. They were the earrings I bought yesterday.

But the person who put it on me was now holding Zoe with a nervous look on his face, checking her wound.

I almost laughed out loud at Charles' sickening hypocrisy.

He and Zoe have been married for ten years.

I was also his secret lover for ten years.

For ten years, he has been responsive to my requests and doted on me, with his only request being that I not disturb his wife Zoe.

Not only did I not listen to him, I also provocatively smashed a bottle of wine on Zoe's head.

The scarlet wine gushed out.

Zoe is not pretty and is a bit dull. Even after I bullied her in the face, she just stood there at a loss.

It was not until Charles rushed in and hugged her that she spoke timidly.

"Charles, who is she?"

Charles followed her and saw me in the corner with an unpleasant expression.

"A mad woman."

The side of my face that was hit started to feel hot, and I watched silently as he embraced Zoe and walked out the door.

The gentleness he showed when he lowered his head really made him look like a good husband.

I felt so lowly that I waited until they were far away before I patted my butt and got up.

But as soon as I went out, I saw a figure standing at the corner.

Charles is good-looking, tall and handsome. He has always been the focus of the crowd since he was a child. It’s no wonder that Zoe and I are so fascinated by him.

He walked over, his outline gradually becoming clearer in the dim corridor, looming in front of me, and bent down to kiss me.

His kiss was filled with the scent of roses, Zoe's favorite perfume, and I suddenly felt nauseous and pushed him away.

How did he do it?

He was comforting his shivering wife just now, but he turned around and kissed his lover with lust.

"Stop it."

He said.

Charles doesn't know how to coax people. Countless times when I had quarrels with him, he would just say this in a light tone.

"Sia, stop it."

But I am not his obedient wife, I am a goblin who throws himself at his expense.

At first, I was really desperate, so I jumped into his car on a cold rainy night and seduced him.

I know that he just got engaged to the daughter of the Miller family and that he is worth over 100 million.

While I was lying on the cold ground, I was still calculating how much money I could extort when I heard someone opening the car door.

The leather shoes stepped on the rain, and the splashes looked like little crowns.

I laughed for no apparent reason, and it took me a long time to look up and see Charles holding an umbrella.

After that day I had two jobs, ostensibly as Charles' assistant but actually as his lover.

Charles is a good man and very generous.

In the past, I could earn less than 5,000 dollars after working for three months, but now Charles can make hundreds of thousands of dollars with just a wave of his hand.

But I have been his lover for ten years, and he still treats me like a bitch.

Charles only stayed at my place overnight.

He dressed and got out of bed before daybreak, hurrying back to his and Zoe's home.

He said he was going back to make breakfast for Zoe, but the auntie at home didn't cook her breakfast, so she refused to eat and became so hungry that she had a stomachache.

Without exception.

Even though I know that Charles might have to pretend to be nice to Zoe because he is concerned about the business cooperation with the Miller family.

But until Charles completely took over the Miller family's business, he still insisted on making breakfast for Zoe.

I can't lie to myself anymore.