I didn't care. After months of nonstop action, the novelty had worn off anyway. Even the finest delicacy gets bland if you eat it every day.

Now I was just waiting for her to show her hand.

Sure enough, she started picking fights over nothing. Every argument ended with her looking heartbroken and wronged. If I hadn't already known her game, I'd have thought I was the problem.

It's true what they say: sometimes when a woman snaps at you, it's not because you've done anything wrong. It's because she's already done with you.

The fights escalated. Summer grew bolder, stopped pretending. Some nights, she didn't come home at all.

I knew it—the moment to expose her was getting closer.

Based on her pattern, she'd be hunting for her next target soon.

To get more evidence, I hired a private investigator to tail her.

Sure enough, something turned up.

The photos made it clear—she was getting cozy with a middle-aged bald man.

My direct boss. Gavin Estes, Director of R&D.

I never expected that after bringing her to one company event, she'd hook up with The Eunuch.

Gavin was clean-shaven with a thin, reedy voice, and his personality was petty and vicious. Everyone called him The Eunuch behind his back.

Summer really was going all out for money.

The PI also sent back video footage from a karaoke bar's private room.

In it, Gavin promised her that if she divorced me and stayed with him, he'd give her a villa worth ten million.

Summer's face lit up. She crawled right into his arms on the spot.

From then on, every time she came home, she looked at me with open contempt.

She'd pick massive fights over nothing—the trash can being in the wrong spot, a dish left in the sink.

Finally, on a gloomy afternoon, she exploded over a scrap of paper on the floor and demanded a divorce.

Honestly? I was tired of this game. I'd been ready to end it for a while.

So when she finally said the word, I agreed immediately.

She froze. Clearly didn't expect that.

"What did you just say?"

"I said I agree. Problem?"

Something complicated flickered across her face. Then she started shouting again. "I want half of everything! It's what I deserve!"

There it was. The dagger, finally out.

I'd been waiting for this exact move.

To keep her from getting suspicious, I put on an angry front.

"In your dreams. I paid for the house and car in full—what right do you have to half?"