After the Goddess Cheated On Me, I No Longer Love Her

I ignored his outstretched hand and tried to leave with Evan.

But Tobias continued his taunts, walking beside us.

"Jeremy, don't blame Ava for not loving you. She played me a recording of you two in bed — man, your performance is lacking, huh?"

His words dripped with malice.

I was stunned — Ava had recorded our intimate moments and shared them with this man?

Ava stood there with her arms crossed, completely unapologetic.

"Tobias is right. If you could satisfy me, why would I need to find someone else? If anyone's to blame for my affairs, it's you, for being an incompetent husband."

She looked me up and down, sneering.

"Don't act so calm, Jeremy. I saw the Bentley key you're holding. You bought me a car to win me over again, didn't you? Ha! This time, a car isn't enough. I need a house too — a nice one in the city center!"

Evan, unable to take it anymore, shoved me aside and pointed at Ava, shouting.

"You shameless woman! You parade around with your lover and still have the nerve to demand a house from your ex-husband? Who do you think you are? Do you think you saved the galaxy in your past life?"

Ava's face turned ugly from the insult.

She strutted over in her high heels and slapped me hard across the face.

My head turned from the force, and my ear began to ring.

My face was hit to one side, and my ears were buzzing.

"You just let another man insult your wife, and you don't even make a sound. Jeremy, are you even a man?"

"Gave me the key to the Bentley, and you, immediately, got out of my sight!"

Ava's arrogance was overwhelming, and she truly believed I would obey her like always.

After all, this had been our dynamic for years.

She was the queen, and I was her loyal lapdog.

When she said "go east," I never went west.

When our two kids were born, I was the one who cared for them. If they cried and disturbed her sleep, she made me kneel on a washboard.

Lipstick, bags, shoes — she demanded only the most expensive, limited-edition ones. If I couldn't buy them, she'd hit me out of frustration.

Back then, I loved her so much that I endured the pain in silence.

Now, she stood before me with that same hand, waiting for me to hand over the Bentley keys like a loyal dog.

But I was no longer the pathetic man I used to be.

She didn't deserve my loyalty anymore.

The cuckolded man fought back, and the unfaithful woman died.

I let out a snort of laughter through my nose and casually pulled out the Bentley keys.

Ava reached for them immediately.

I dodged her hand and handed the keys to Evan instead.

"Bro, the car's yours. Just make sure you help me win this divorce case."