Chapter 1

I have a system that detects when my wife is lying. And every time she tells a lie, $50,000 gets deposited into my bank account.

One night, I discovered my wife was cheating on me.

"You haven't been seeing anyone behind my back, have you?" I asked.

She turned to me, stammering, "N-no, of course not."

As soon as she said it, my phone buzzed with a bank notification - $50,000 had just been deposited.

Now I'm faced with an impossible choice. Do I silently endure her infidelity and keep getting rich? Or do I confront her and get a divorce?

I got home from work and took off my shoes, placing them neatly in the shoe rack. My wife Mia rushed out of the bedroom.

"Why are you home so late? You might as well have stayed out all night!" she snapped, tightening the loose bathrobe around herself before plopping down on the couch with an irritated sigh.

I glanced toward the bedroom. "Why are the lights still on in there?"

Mia quickly got up and closed the door.

A year ago, Mia had suddenly insisted we sleep in separate rooms. That was around the time our arguments started becoming more and more frequent. I agreed, thinking we both needed some space to reflect.

But a year had passed, and our issues remained unresolved.

I sat down at the dining table, eyeing the leftover food with a wry smile. Before leaving work, I had texted Mia: "Honey, I just got off work and haven't eaten yet. Could you heat up some dinner for me?"

Mia fidgeted nervously. "We're out of groceries. I only ordered takeout for myself, so...there's nothing left."

I nodded, but then noticed a pair of ripped fishnet stockings by the table. I picked them up.

Mia snatched them out of my hand, looking flustered. Before I could say anything, she blurted out, "I was just trying them on earlier. Didn't realize they had a run in them."

"Make sure you throw those out!" she added, tossing the stockings at my face.

I removed the stockings and picked up a piece of meat with my chopsticks, pausing before asking, "You haven't been seeing anyone behind my back, have you?"

She turned to me, stammering, "N-no, of course not." Then her tone turned harsh. "What are you thinking? Don't start drama over nothing!"

The bedroom door slammed shut. I knew Mia was angry. Normally, this would be my cue to placate her with an expensive designer handbag.

But this time, I didn't feel like indulging her. My eyes fell on the used condom wrapper in the trash can.

My phone buzzed on the table. It was a bank notification - $50,000 had just been deposited.

Mia had lied.