"While washing my wife’s underwear, I found a thong that wasn’t mine.
Late that night, I followed her to the company parking lot and watched her kiss Alexander, the creative director, in his car.
I didn’t confront her in a fit of rage—anger is the cheapest emotion, and what I wanted was a precise retaliation.
An old friend in cybersecurity recovered their deleted messages, a private investigator dug up Alexander’s gambling debts and embezzlement, and my lawyer uncovered their separation agreement, fake shareholders, forged contracts, and second mortgage...
They wanted my money? I gave it to them.
The moment the one-million-dollar payment hit their account, the prey still thought they were the hunters.
Three months later, at the company’s tenth-anniversary gala, my wife stepped onto the stage in a silver backless dress, just as she was about to accept her promotion to deputy manager—six police officers stormed through the doors.
Then I walked onto the stage with a USB drive and projected every photo, video, chat log, and recording onto the giant screen.
“Bella, you’ve always wanted to know who I really am, haven’t you?”
I was once the heir to the Lane family, destined to become the Godfather of the underworld, but I gave up that power for you and willingly became a stay-at-home husband for three years.
Now, it’s time for you to see exactly how a man who once stood at the top of the underworld deals with those who betray him."
