She Betrayed Me With Her Assistant—Now She's Begging on Her Knees

I don't beg for love.

I walked to the door—then stopped.

Behind me, Jonathan's mocking voice cut through the air. "Mr. Gilbert, did you remember where to put the ashtray?"

I shot him a cold glance. That smug look on his face, a petty man reveling in his victory. I burned it into my memory.

"Is there anything else?" Zoe frowned, impatient.

"Let's get a divorce."

The words landed like a grenade.

Zoe froze. Stared at me blankly, shock written across her face. "You… what did you just say?"

"Divorce. I'll bring the papers to the office tomorrow for you to sign."

I turned and walked out of the home that had once given me warmth.

That night, my buddy heard the news and immediately dragged me out for a foot massage. In his words, he'd never thought highly of Zoe from the start. The cheating and betrayal? Only a matter of time.

After blowing off steam, I met with a lawyer the next day, then headed to Whitney Corp.

When I saw Zoe again, her complexion looked rosier than usual. And on her neck—a hickey, barely hidden under powder.

What those two did last night was obvious enough.

I just didn't know how long she'd been putting this "green hat" on me.

Without a word, I placed the divorce agreement on her desk.

Zoe picked it up, scanned through it, then looked at me with surprise. "We're getting divorced and you… don't want anything?"

She'd braced herself for outrageous demands if I initiated divorce.

But the agreement was clear: I'd leave with nothing.

That threw her off.

Right then, Jonathan burst in without knocking. He glanced at me, then at the papers in Zoe's hand.

In one swift motion, he snatched the agreement and ripped it apart. "Boss, you absolutely cannot agree to any of his shameless demands. He cheated during the marriage—he has no right to divorce compensation!"

Zoe, who'd been about to scold Jonathan for barging in, turned her glare on me instead.

She shot to her feet. "Derek Gilbert, I was wondering why you'd give up everything so easily. So you betrayed our marriage a long time ago." Her voice dripped with disgust. "You're revolting."

Facing her accusation, I didn't flinch.

Instead, I sneered at Jonathan. "Which eye of yours saw me cheating?"

"Hmph. I knew you'd deny it." He smirked. "Good thing I planned ahead. This time, the evidence is airtight. Don't even think about weaseling out."

He tossed several photos onto the desk.

Zoe and my coworkers crowded around to look. One photo clearly showed me entering a hotel with a woman. I was even carrying her bag.

"Oh, wow." Zoe picked up the photo, lips curling. "You've been hiding this well, Derek Gilbert. I pour everything into this company while you—with your fancy 'supervisor' title—do nothing all day. A lazy, useless man living off me. And you dared to fool around behind my back?"