For Her First Love, My Wife Let Me Die Miserably

The nanny's words were abruptly cut off by the sight of the intertwined figures on the bed.

Nicole, awakened by the disturbance, scolded, "So noisy! Get out of here!"

The nanny stood there in a daze, gazing at Owen on the bed, hesitating momentarily before speaking, "There are suddenly many reporters outside..."

"Reporters?" Nicole appeared perplexed. Owen, who had also been woken up, buried himself beneath the blanket and grumbled impatiently, "Go out and check. I can't even get a good sleep."

Nicole quickly offered a comforting smile and assured him, "I'll handle it immediately. You go back to sleep."

She got out of bed, changed her clothes, and shot a stern glance at the nanny. "If you dare breathe a word about what happened here, I'll make sure you regret it."

The nanny quickly left. Nicole walked towards the door, opened it, and found herself encircled by reporters.

"Mrs. Deleon, rumors suggest that you were seen entering and leaving a bar with an unidentified man yesterday. Is this true?"

"You brought this man home. Does Mr. Deleon know about this?"

Nicole's face froze. She hadn't anticipated the news spreading so swiftly. She quickly concealed her expression and replied, "These claims are entirely baseless. The man is just a friend.

"All will be clarified by Mr. Deleon himself."

Regardless of further inquiries, she refused to provide any answers, closed the door, and returned to her room.

Meanwhile, Owen had already woken up and was leaning against the bed, scrutinizing Nicole. He taunted, "Mrs. Deleon, your identity is quite extraordinary. Is that why you're reluctant to divorce Adrian?"

Nicole recognized the mockery behind his words. In order to please Owen, whom she had once abandoned, she climbed onto the bed and retrieved a card.

"This is a gift from Adrian to me. You can use it for now. If it's not enough, let me know. You're just starting your career, and you'll need money."

Owen took the card, kissed her on the cheek, and asked, "I'm feeling sleepy. Do you want to rest a little longer?"

Nicole immediately laid down beside him, and the two resumed their intimate encounter.

Hearing their conversation, I finally understood why Nicole didn't want to divorce even though she didn't love him.

It was all about money.

As an orphan, I had struggled for over a decade to become a successful entrepreneur, with no children of my own. Being my wife, she would naturally live a life of wealth and glory.

But why should I give my wealth to someone as insignificant as Owen? It was never my fault.

The bitterness within me continued to accumulate. Standing by the bed, I watched them have sex until Owen's phone rang.

Initially in high spirits, he grew irritated after being interrupted and snapped, "Who is it?"

After listening for a moment, he handed the phone to Nicole, a puzzled expression on his face. "It's Mia. She said she wants to speak with you about something."

Mia was the staff member of the escape room.

I watched as Nicole answered the phone, her face turning pale.

Then, a voice filled with fear emanated from the other end. "Ms. Adams, your husband has been found dead in our store."