Chapter 1: Unfaithful Wife

“Hey, Oliver! Do I pay you to take breaks during work hours? You’ve still got a ton of boxes to deliver!” Anthony, the boss at the wet market, shouted.

“I’ve delivered most of them, Sir. Just a few left,” Oliver replied, his tone cold but respectful.

Oliver had been carrying boxes of fish back and forth since early morning, and he only stopped for a moment to drink water.

“And now you're talking back? Get off your ass, or I’ll cut your pay in half, you lazy bastard!” Anthony roared, drawing everyone’s attention.

Oliver nodded. He stood up and continued working.

Everyone in this town treats him like trash for two reasons.

First, he wasn't originally born in this town. Second, he was married to Trisha Henverton, the daughter of the richest family in their town.

Although their net worth wasn’t enough to qualify to live in the capital, they are still superior to everyone here.

“Move faster. Can’t you see how many vendors are waiting for you?” Anthony, who was following Oliver, scowled. “If you don’t get those deliveries done on time, I’ll kill you. Got it?”

Oliver sighed. “If you want this to finish quickly, then assign some of the boxes to the other guys instead of giving all the work to me.”

“Are you the boss to dictate what I should do? You’re just a worker here!

Are you educating your boss how to do things? ” Anthony glared at Oliver, trying to intimidate him.

But Oliver wasn’t even fazed. “I know that. I'm just giving suggestions.”

Anthony smirked. “Hah. Do you think you are special, just because you’re Trisha’s husband? Rumors were circulating that Trisha was finally about to divorce you.”

Oliver immediately clenched his teeth in anger. “It’s not true.”

Oliver widened his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, that rumor won’t spread if there isn’t a hint of truth in it. And let’s be honest, shall we? Trisha doesn’t treat you like a husband, either.” Anthony laughed mockingly, followed by his two men.

Everyone knows how badly the Henverton family treats him, except for Cole, Trisha’s deceased father.

At first, it was an arranged marriage as per Cole’s request, but months came by, and Oliver loved her truly.

“Trisha and I love each other. So that baseless opinion of yours… Suck it up,” Oliver muttered, his tone low.

It made Anthony laugh harder, as if he heard a joke. “You don’t have any idea what Trisha was doing behind your back, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Trisha’s been sleeping with other guys while you’re here, delivering fish,” Anthony said disdainfully. “You seriously didn’t know? Or maybe it’s because she has never asked you for sex you since you got married?”

Oliver didn’t answer, making Anthony let out a harsh laugh.

“Well, I can't blame her. Trisha's a beauty. She shouldn't be stuck with a worthless loser like you who can’t even give her the luxurious life she deserves.”

“Take back what you said,” Oliver commanded and clenched his fists.

“Hah. And why would I—”

Before Anthony could finish, Oliver punched him in the face, making him stumble to the ground.

“You can’t blame me. I already asked you once,” Oliver said coldly.

He doesn’t like repeating commands. Realizing that Anthony won’t take back what he said, the conversation’s over.

“H-How dare you!” Anthony exclaimed as he spat blood on the ground.“Damn it, beat this bastard to death!”

Heeding his command, a man, cracking his knuckles and grinning menacingly, walked toward Oliver.

He thought beating Oliver would be a piece of cake.

But in the blink of an eye, he found himself crashing heavily to the ground the next second!

“Is that all you can do? To hide behind your man instead of fighting me one-on-one?” Oliver asked coldly, looking Anthony in the eye.

“Fuck...” Anthony ran away, shouting to all the men he passed through. “Beat the shit out of Oliver! Whoever will succeed will receive fifty dollars from me!”

Five men ran toward Oliver, eager to beat him down.

"Grab him, and I'll take care of beating him up!" one guy shouted.

“That's unfair! The person who beat Oliver will get the money, and you want to beat him alone?” Another guy protested, shaking his head. “How about we switch? I’ll hand him over to you later!”

Oliver raised an eyebrow, feeling bored. “Instead of arguing who will have the final blow, why don't you all attack me in one go?”

“You should know when to feign arrogance, bastard. Can't you see that you're at a disadvantage?” a man asked, folding his arms.

The side of Oliver’s lips rose. “Why don't you try me, then?”

“You're dead meat, you son of a bitch!”

The five of them ran to attack Oliver, wanting to land the first punch.

Oliver clenched his fists, preparing himself for the fight.

Suddenly, a woman with a goddess-like appearance and voluptuous body interrupted them.

She wore a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her long legs and cleavage. Her chest heaved with each step, in rhythm with the crisp sound of her high heels.

 It made all the men drool, except Oliver. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” Jackson, one of Oliver’s opponents, greeted. "I was just about to teach this bastard a lesson, but if you’re the one pulling me out of here, I’ll drop everything for you.”

The woman suddenly smiled. “You don't know who he is, do you?”

She pulled out a thick wad of cash from her pocket and waved it at them. “This should be enough for you to let him go, right?”

“Holy shit! A hundred bucks!” 

The woman threw it on the table, and everyone’s attention was shifted toward it. They rushed forward, scrambling for the hundred-dollar bills scattered on the table.

 She turned to Oliver, but Oliver spoke first. 

“Who are you?” He frowned and asked.

To his surprise, the gorgeous woman bowed in front of him.