I Chose Divorce After My Wife's Assistant Thrashed Me as A Gigolo

Then one day, Anna’s father, Zayden Harper, came to see me. The first words out of his mouth were that he wanted me to marry his daughter. He claimed it was a marriage arranged by my late father before his death. I had always been a filial son. To fulfill my father’s last wish, I had no choice but to agree.

On the surface, I was nothing more than the Harper Family’s live-in son-in-law. But in reality, the reason the Harper Family had risen to its current heights was because of me—because of the efforts I made behind the scenes. But now, it seemed that some people had grown bold enough to believe they could kick me aside and soar on their own.

Theo looked around at the gathered businessmen before speaking again. "You all heard that just now, didn’t you? This little white boy actually has the audacity to claim that the Harper Family’s success is thanks to him!" He laughed mockingly, shaking his head. "What a joke. The Harper Family is now at the top of Boston’s Four Great Families and you? You’re just a worthless piece of trash."

“To be frank, if it weren’t for you holding them back, the Harper Family might have already moved up another level and broken into the New York elite."

Hearing those words, a realization dawned on me. This dinner wasn’t just a simple business gathering—it was a setup. These so-called business elites weren’t just casual acquaintances. They were handpicked actors, planted here to push me into a corner, to force a divorce between me and Anna. That meant whoever orchestrated this had an influence that wasn’t to be underestimated.

Even after enduring endless provocations, I had held back. I had tolerated them because I knew that these men were prominent figures in the business world. I didn’t want to cause an unnecessary scene. But my restraint only invited more ridicule. Enough. I stood up abruptly, my sharp gaze sweeping across the room.

"There will be no business discussions tonight," I declared, my voice firm. "I’m giving everyone here two choices."

"The wise ones will leave now. The rest? Consider yourselves my enemies.". I let my words settle before continuing coldly, "And I do not show mercy to my enemies."

A burst of laughter filled the room.

"Did you all hear that? This little white boy actually thinks he can make demands!"

"Rudy, do you really see yourself as someone important?"

"Every single person in this room is worth over a hundred million. And you? You think you can threaten us?"

I clenched my fists but forced myself to remain composed. Slowly, I turned my head and met their eyes, my voice calm yet filled with an unmistakable edge.

"I don’t know if any of you have heard the saying—there is always a sky beyond the sky and a man beyond the man."

I leaned forward slightly. "I suggest you all choose wisely. Otherwise, by the time you regret it, it’ll be far too late."