Chapter 4

"What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm joking? If he really wanted to do anything to me, he would have done it ages ago. Why would he wait until now?"

"I feel like you have absolutely no respect for me, no respect for my friends! Do you think because I married you, I'm supposed to be your slave, with no freedom at all?!"

Stella tried every trick in the book to accuse me, hoping I'd agree to let her go to the overnight party with Brandon.

I looked at this woman, who saw my care and concern as a restriction on her freedom, and suddenly felt a sense of release.

Even if I stopped this foolish woman once, there would definitely be a second time.

Besides, her actions had already left me utterly disappointed. Reborn, I wasn't going to waste any more energy on her.

If she wanted to go so badly, then let her go.

According to the previous timeline, she and Brandon would be arrested together and end up in jail.

That would be a good thing for me. Then I could file for divorce and ensure she wouldn't get a single penny.

Thinking about that, I felt a little better.

If we divorced normally, by law, I'd have to split half my assets with Stella.

Over the years, I built this company alone. This entire foundation is my hard work. Stella, in these past few years, not only quit her job to be a stay-at-home mooch, but she also constantly secretly took my money to spend on Brandon. How could I ever bring myself to give half my assets to someone like that?

So, I smiled at Stella and said, "Alright, don't be angry. I'll let you go."

Stella's eyes instantly lit up. "Really?"

I nodded. "Really."

Stella immediately threw herself into my arms. "Oh, honey, you're the best! Don't worry, I promise I won't do anything to betray you!"

I felt a surge of nausea, but to avoid suspicion, I kept quiet.

Stella finished her perfunctory embrace, then quickly pulled out her phone and sent Brandon a voice message: "My husband agreed to let me go to the party with you! Come pick me up quickly before he changes his mind."

Not long after, Brandon's car pulled up outside our house.

I saw Stella out. She immediately got into the passenger seat and winked at Brandon playfully, as if boasting about successfully pulling off a lie.

She rolled down the window, turned to me, and said, "Darling, go back inside. Don't worry about me. Brandon will take good care of me. Besides, we're going to a respectable party, not the kind of dirty party you have in your head. Just relax."

With that, she urged Brandon to drive away.

The moment the car pulled away, I saw Brandon glance at me through the window, a look of mockery, triumph, and a hint of disdain on his face.

I knew that was the look of a man who successfully stole someone else's beloved woman.

But I smiled too, because I knew that before long, that despicable duo would be rotting in jail.