My Wife Backed Her Scheming Assistant, I Chose Divorce

They looked like a pair fresh from the registry, hands entwined, faces glowing with the kind of sweetness only new couples wore.

When Keira spotted me, her smile disappeared like a candle snuffed out. She regarded me with a cold, superior stare.

"Gael, enjoying life lately?" she asked, her tone mocking.

"I warned you, once you leave me, no one will want you."

"You think you're exceptional, but without the Fanning family, you're nothing more than a hollow name."

"Tell me, are you regretting it now?"

Her lips curled faintly, a predator savoring the moment.

"For my dad's sake, I'll be generous. Kneel down here, in public, and apologize to me and Keanu, and maybe… just maybe, I won't divorce you."

Keanu's lips curled into a smirk as he drawled, "Gael, President Keira is giving you a chance; you'd better know how to treasure it. With the rumors about you spreading like wildfire, once you're divorced, you'll never rise again. No company will dare touch a man with such a filthy reputation…"

Before he could finish, I cut in, my tone calm but edged with steel.

"If I divorce Keira, isn't that exactly what you've been dreaming of?"

"You must be feeling quite satisfied right now."

I didn't give him the dignity of a reply. Turning to Keira, I said flatly, "Stop wasting time. Let's get the divorce certificate."

Keira's voice rose, sharp and furious. "Gael, is this the attitude you're showing me?"

"I'm giving you this one last chance only because of my father. Since you refuse to appreciate it, I won't waste another breath."

"You want a divorce? Fine. But once it's done, I'll go straight to the registry with Keanu. And when that day comes, even if you regret it and kneel before me, it'll be far too late."

I didn't let her finish. My reply was calm, but cold enough to frost the air. "Then let me offer my congratulations in advance, you'll make a perfect pair."

"I've no time for pointless chatter. Let's end this."

She nearly trembled with rage.

And right after we signed the final papers, she did exactly what she promised, dragging Keanu to the marriage registry without hesitation.

Before stepping inside, she turned back, her eyes glittering with provocation, as if daring me to react.

Keanu, brimming with pride, took a picture of their marriage certificate and plastered it across his social media.

I paid it no mind. Without a second thought, I left for the airport, bound overseas to take over the vast inheritance Uncle Kelvin had entrusted to me.

Days later, the Fanning Corporation's 30th anniversary arrived in full splendor.

The celebration unfolded in a five-star hotel, buzzing with life as invitations had reached every major business partner, along with relatives and friends from both the Fanning and Reeves families. The atmosphere was as grand as it was festive.

Keira and Keanu couldn't hide their excitement.

Only a few days prior, the legendary Ventimiglia Investment Group had expressed interest in investing in the Fanning Corporation.

If such a powerhouse joined hands with them, the company's future would surge beyond imagination.

Keira and Keanu were over the moon over their sudden fortune, deciding to unveil the news with grandeur on the night of the Fanning Corporation's 30th anniversary.

An announcement like that would send the company's reputation skyrocketing.

Yet as the event began in the opulent hotel hall, I walked in.

The moment Keira and Keanu spotted me, their expressions darkened like clouds blotting out the light.

All around, curious gazes followed me.

Guests leaned toward one another, their voices low but unmistakable.

"Why is Gael here?"

"Didn't he divorce Keira? He's been cast out of the Fanning family. Is he here just to make a scene?"