Chapter 4

When I got home, I found Samantha looking anxious, grabbing her bag and ready to leave.

I grabbed her hand and forced a smile. “Honey, it’s late. Where are you going?”

She swallowed hard and quickly said, “A friend is sick; I need to go see him.”

“Oh? Let me take you.”

She shook her head, looking nervous. “It’s fine, honey. You worked all day and need to rest. I’ll take a cab.”

Samantha hurriedly released my hand and dashed out the door.

I chuckled.

Looks like Ryan had gotten himself into deep trouble.

I smirked.

The real show was just beginning!

With my friends' help, Ryan had ended up deep in gambling debt.

When faced with the massive bill, he immediately thought of Samantha.

I occasionally caught glimpses of his messages to her.

“Help me save my life, sis.”

“Isn’t your rich husband there to help pay off my debts?”

“Or better yet, why not just kill him and inherit everything?”

“After all, you hate him touching you and said he looks like a gorilla. You wouldn’t mind if he just disappeared, would you?”

The rest was Samantha’s reply. “No way! I’d go to jail. Let me ask him for some money first…”

Well, I didn’t expect Samantha to refuse Ryan's request out of fear of prison.

It seemed she didn’t care about the bond we shared over the years.

Fine, since you both lack empathy, I won’t show mercy.

Sure enough, when I got home from work, Samantha had prepared a feast.

As soon as I walked in, she rushed to take my bag, bending down to help me with my shoes.

Feigning concern, I helped her up.

“Be careful; don’t hurt our baby.”

“Okay, honey! I made your favorite dish, come and see!”

At the dinner table, she subtly mentioned her financial struggles, but I ignored her, focused on my meal.

After a while, she finally lost her temper and slammed her chopsticks down in front of me.

Startled, I nearly stood up to slap her.

But reason won over impulse, and I bit my lip, asking, “Have you lost your mind, Samantha?”

She became even angrier, clearly not expecting me to raise my voice.

After all this time, I had rarely shown anger toward her.

“David, you actually yelled at me?”

Her eyes were red with fury as she stood to confront me.

“What have you given me all these years? Other husbands are handsome and wealthy, and what about you?”

“I should have listened to my parents and not married you!”

Ha! You didn’t want to marry me, and I regret marrying you.

If it weren’t for my parents introducing us as a good match, I wouldn’t have looked at you twice.

It’s not that I don’t have money; it’s that you’re just too greedy.

But I kept those thoughts to myself; this wasn’t the time to burn bridges.

Yet the more Samantha spoke, the more she trampled my dignity.

“David, do you even realize how disgusting you are? Every time you touch me, I want to vomit.”

“And you? You’re useless in bed!”

That was it; she had completely enraged me.

I believe no man would allow such insults, especially from his wife.

“Samantha, have you forgotten the disgusting things you've done?”

“What right do you have to shout here, you homewrecker?”