My Secret Husband Cheated,So I Ruined His EmpireChapter 1

I came to the bar to drag my truant brother home.

I kicked open the private room door.

And met the gaze of Aiden Stephens—the so-called "saint" of the Capital City elite.

The man known for his cold, celibate composure had a soft-spoken girl wrapped in his arms.

When I burst in, his eyes flashed with venom. He grabbed a glass and hurled it at my feet.

"What blind stray wandered in here? Get out!"

My brother went white as a sheet, dropping to his knees, kowtowing frantically, yanking at my sleeve to flee.

But I stood rooted to the spot, eyes burning, unable to move a single step.

Because I was Aiden Stephens' wife of three years—a marriage no one knew existed.

And ten minutes ago, he'd sent me a message, coaxing and sweet, saying he was overseas on business. That he missed me.

——

The roar still rang in my ears as a heavy whiskey tumbler exploded at my feet.

Glass shards sprayed outward. One sliced across my ankle. Blood bloomed instantly, seeping through my stocking.

Aiden didn't even glance down. His long fingers were busy toying with that girl's hair, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world.

He dipped his head to murmur something to her, and I saw an expression I'd never seen on his face before—tender, indulgent, almost worshipful.

"Don't be scared. Just a stray dog."

Stray dog.

I stood frozen in the doorway. My fingertips went numb.

Ten minutes ago—just ten minutes—this man, the one Capital City's elite reverently called their "saint," had sent me a photo of snow falling in Zurich.

"Wifey, the snow here is so heavy. I miss you."

So the snow in Zurich was actually falling in Capital City's playground of flesh and sin.

So when he said he missed me, he meant from another woman's arms.

Behind me, my brother looked like his soul had left his body. He'd only skipped school. He never expected to cross paths with this particular devil.

"Sis... sis, we need to go—"

Glen Baxter's voice shook so badly the words barely came out. He grabbed a fistful of my jacket, trying to drag me out of this hell.

"Mr. Stephens told us to get out—let's go!"

He dropped to his knees with a thud, forehead slamming against the floor in Aiden's direction. "Please, Mr. Stephens! My sister didn't mean it! We're leaving right now!"

The room erupted in laughter.