Chapter 5

As soon as I entered the company, I saw the sympathetic looks from the secretary and colleagues.

When I pushed open the door to the general manager's office, Ethan was actually sitting in my chair.

"James, this is Ethan. He's actually still alive - my years of prayers must have moved heaven. You know how happy I am, right?"

Olivia clung to my arm, gauging my reaction:

"You're happy for me too, aren't you?"

Ethan stood up and extended his hand to me, more like a challenge:

"James, nice to meet you!"

My eyes swept past him, landing on the belt at his waist.

That belt was a token of love Olivia had given me, the only one of its kind in the world.

Blood rushed to my head as I grabbed his collar, my fists raining down uncontrollably on his temple.

Colleagues gathered at the door to watch the spectacle, debating who was really Olivia's husband.

Anger, humiliation, resentment and hatred all surged up at once.

I just wanted to beat this man to death!

"Slap!"

A sharp pain stung my cheek.

Only then did I notice Ethan had collapsed in a pool of blood, his face swollen like a pig's head.

Olivia held Ethan tenderly, yelling at me:

"James, apologize! You must apologize to him!"

After regaining my composure, I coldly looked at Olivia:

"Apologize? You want me to apologize to your lover?"

"Olivia, are you so broke you can't even afford a belt, resorting to letting your lover wear mine?"

Olivia's eyes blazed with anger as she defended her beloved:

"James, how dare you say such things?"

"If it weren't for Grandpa forcibly separating me and Ethan back then, how could you have your current wealth and status? When you think about it, everything you have now was stolen from Ethan's happiness!"

Ethan had ulterior motives, which is why Olivia's grandfather had promoted me and arranged our marriage instead.

Over the years, it was my hard work that grew and strengthened the Wilson Group.

But with Grandpa's body barely cold, Olivia couldn't wait to bring her lover in to seize the family assets.

Since she was done pretending, I would make the first move.

I pulled off my wedding ring and threw it forcefully to the ground, my attitude resolute: "Make him leave. Otherwise, we're through."

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