As he moved further into the house, Bryson's ears caught a faint sound—moanings that seemed out of place and filled the air with an uncomfortable tension. His gaze flicked towards the nearby room, his heart pounding in his chest. The realization of what might be happening behind that closed door began to dawn on him, filling him with a mix of anger, hurt, and a desire to uncover the truth. Summoning all his courage, Bryson approached the room, his footsteps growing heavier with every stride. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open, bracing himself for the confrontation that awaited him on the other side. To Bryson's greatest shock and dismay, as he entered the room, he was met with the heart-wrenching sight of his wife, Ainslie, riding another man atop the bed. Their intimate encounter had them both engrossed in the act, unaware of Bryson's presence until he let out a groan of disbelief and anguish. A groan escaped his lips, causing Ainslie to abruptly jump off the man's b

Bryson's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind struggling to absorb the weight of the revelation. He sat up straight on the bed, his curiosity piqued. "My parents... You know who they are?" he inquired, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. A tender expression crossed the woman's face as she nodded in affirmation. "Yes, I know your parents, Master. They were prominent figures in society, and their sudden demise shook the world. You are the sole heir of the esteemed Wyatt Group of Conglomerate." The words hung in the air, resonating deeply within Bryson. The mention of the Wyatt Group of Conglomerate, a name synonymous with wealth, power, and influence, left him speechless. His jaw dropped as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his heritage."T...the Wyatt Group of Conglomerate," Bryson stammered, his voice barely audible. The woman's smile widened, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and anticipation. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment,

Cardo's gaze held unwavering determination as he revealed the daunting truth that lay before Bryson. "To take over the entire business as the rightful heir of the Wyatt Group conglomerate." Bryson's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in shock. The magnitude of the responsibility laid upon him was unfathomable. How could he possibly navigate a business empire with millions of employees and countless business partners? It seemed insurmountable, beyond his capabilities. Unable to conceal his apprehension, Bryson looked aside, grappling with the overwhelming prospect before him. His voice trembled as he confessed his doubts. "What do you say, Bryson?""I can't," Bryson admitted, his words laced with a mixture of insecurity and self-awareness. "I am inexperienced, and..." Cardo interrupted, his voice filled with unwavering faith. "I know you're inexperienced, but I believe in you, son." Bryson released a heavy sigh, torn between his reservations and the trust placed in

In this emotionally charged encounter, Ainslie's anger becomes a palpable force as she defiantly steps forward, a growl escaping her lips, while Bryson responds with laughter, a stark contrast to her intense demeanor."I need a divorce, okay?" Ainslie's opening statement is a straightforward plea, met with Bryson's firm denial. His reply is concise, asserting his unwillingness to entertain the notion."You won't get a divorce. I've made myself clear." Ainslie, undeterred, attempts to play mind games, questioning Bryson's apparent lack of shame despite catching her in a compromising situation."Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You caught your fellow man having wonderful sex with your wife and you don't want to divorce me?" Her taunting tone, accompanied by a chuckle and a dramatic hair flip, seeks to provoke a reaction. Bryson responds with a rhetorical question, inviting her opinion."Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Ainslie's manipulation escalates as she questions Bryson's mot

Julie expressed disapproval, citing Ainslie's infidelity as a reason to reconsider, but Ainslie stood firm. "You've done wrong, Ainslie. You cheated on him and now you want to divorce him.""Spare the bullshit, Julie," Ainslie retorted. "You don't know how pathetic my life has been in the last few years with Bryson. I cheated on him, and I don't regret it.""Ainslie…!" Amid Julie's attempt to interject, Dora intervened. "Be quiet, Julie. She has made the right decision. Clinton is far better than Bryson." She rolled her eyes. Dora acknowledged Ainslie's current living situation, prompting questions from Julie. "So you now live in your father's house, Ainslie?"Ainslie nodded."You never told us anything…""Julie, she couldn't because she was ashamed of her circumstances. Right, Ainslie?" Dora supported, and Ainslie, nodding, affirmed. During their conversation, Julie couldn't hide her curiosity and concern. "I'm sure your family is making Bryson's life unbearable now that he li