CHAPTER 2
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“What the hell—” Cora shrieked, clutching the quilt to her chest to cover her naked body.

“I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Cora.” Jeffrey’s voice cracked with rage.

His eyes darted between her and Adam.

Adam was also startled at first and hurriedly stood up from the bed.

But when he saw who it was, his previously tense expression quickly disappeared.

“Whoa, calm down, buddy. No need for dramatics.”

“You shut your damn mouth! This is my wife!”

“Wife?” Cora’s expression turned cold, since the affair has already been exposed.

“Don’t act like I owe you anything, Jeffrey. Look at yourself! You’re pathetic—a dead-end clinic dragging me down.”

Jeffrey’s chest heaved.

He had expected her to show some remorse, but this?

Jeffrey felt a chill in his heart. How did the woman he deeply loved become like this?

Cora simply couldn't be bothered to explain and said coldly, “I was really blind back then; otherwise, how could I have married you, this useless waste?”

“I spent 5 years with you and got nothing in return.”

Jeffrey's eyes widened.

"I have given everything for this family, can't you see that?"

Cora looked at him coldly, unmoved.

"I used my hard-earned money to buy you the expensive jewelry and the fashionable clothes you wanted. I worked tirelessly to ensure you had a good life, sacrificing my own health. Can't you remember any of that? I even gave you our most precious family heirloom!"

He grabbed Cora's wrist, searching for that precious silver bracelet.

But her bare wrist was empty.

“Bah! What a load of crap heirloom! The expert Adam knows has already appraised it, and it's just worthless junk. I threw it in the trash.”

Jeffrey was so angry that he saw black spots before his eyes.

That bracelet was the only memento left by his father!

He hurriedly searched for the bracelet in the trash can.

Cora looked at Jeffrey and coldly announced.

“I want a divorce. You’re nothing to me now.”

Jeffrey’s gaze dropped to the bracelet.

He picked it up and stared at Cora, feeling immense disappointment.

Jeffrey once had a successful career as a veterinarian, and his life with Cora had been nothing short of beautiful.

However, all that changed when his clinic was wrongly accused of animal abuse, embroiling him in a public relations crisis.

His career suffered severe setbacks, and everything he worked for crumbled.

Despite his best efforts to revive his reputation and prove his innocence, people still held prejudices against him and his clinic.

It was during this time that Cora’s attitude began to change, until Jeffrey could no longer recognize the woman he had married.

Adam laughed at Jeffrey’s expression, pulling Cora back to him.

He kissed her neck, his eyes locked on Jeffrey.

He pulled the quilt off her, revealing her naked body.

“Why don’t you stick around? Enjoy the show. Maybe take notes—you might learn something.”

“You bastard!” Jeffrey roared. Before he knew it, his fist collided with Adam’s jaw.

Adam winced in pain as blood trickled from his nose.

“How dare you piece of shit hit me? You’re fucking dead!”

He retaliated with a punch of his own.

The two exchanged blows, but it was obvious Adam was at a huge disadvantage. Though he trained occasionally, his inconsistency left him no match for Jeffrey.

Soon, Adam was knocked down again, with Jeffrey pinning him to the floor.

“Bastard, let go of me this instant!” Adam cursed, his bruised face swollen and immobile under Jeffrey’s grip.

“Jeffrey, stop it!” Cora screamed, stepping between them. She knelt beside Adam, shielding him with her body. “Are you insane?”

Seeing his wife rushing to protect Adam made Jeffrey’s anger flare even more. He clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth.

“Enough!” Cora cut him off with a glare.

“He’s the heir to Whitmore Industries, a multinational corporation worth millions. Do you know what that means?”

Adam, his face bruised but his arrogance intact, leaned against the bedpost.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

“You fucking pig. You will die today!”

Jeffrey stared at the woman he loved for years, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

He knew now she was truly gone, and no amount of words could bring her back.

Jeffrey’s jaw tightened, his pain turning into seething anger. “You’ll regret it.”

Jeffrey turned and got out of the room.

Adam's voice came from behind.

“Did you hear me, you little shit! You're dead today!”

Jeffrey didn't look back.

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