Wealth, Cheating, and Prison

I transferred all of this money into the hospital's account and hired the best medical team and private caregivers.

After leaving the hospital, I dialed a number that had long been buried in my contacts.

James Grey, my senior from university, was now a partner at the largest law firm in Jelaston and also the legal advisor to a company that was Cameron's sworn rival.

He picked up almost immediately.

A surprised voice came from the other end of the line. "Nina? Is that you? Ever since you married Cameron, it's like you vanished from the world."

"James, I need a favor," I said, watching the streets streak past outside the car window, my gaze cold.

"Go on."

"Help me investigate an offshore company. Also, I want to initiate property preservation against all of Cameron's personal assets."

James was silent for a moment. "Are there problems in your marriage? This is a major move. Have you thought it through? Cameron is a rising star in the construction industry right now."

"A rising star?" I sneered. "He wouldn't be for much longer."

After hanging up, I drove to the supermarket to buy groceries.

I had decided that I would still cook the final dinner.

Some things needed to be settled face to face, by my own hands.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang right on time.

Cameron stood at the door with Wendy.

Wendy was wearing the haute couture dress I had seen in a magazine, and she carried the limited-edition handbag that I had just sold off at a cheap price.

"Sorry to disturb you, Nina," she said with an innocent smile, though her eyes were full of provocation. "Cameron said your cooking is amazing, even better than a housekeeper's, and insisted on bringing me to have a try it."

Cameron had his arm around her waist, looking completely justified. "Wendy's been exhausted preparing for her art exhibition and needs some nourishment. Is dinner ready?"

I glanced at their intertwined hands and stepped aside. "It's ready. It's all on the table."

The dining room lights were bright.

The dishes were laid out on the table.

Wendy's smile froze. "This..."

"What? You don't like it?" I untied my apron and casually tossed it onto a chair.

"These dishes are filled with the nutrients you need to keep your game up."

The atmosphere immediately became awkward, and Cameron's face darkened. "Nina, have you lost your mind?"

"Lost my mind?"

I pulled out a chair and sat down, pouring myself a glass of plain water.

"Mr. Lister, where was that coming from? Didn't you ask me to prepare the meal? This is what I can offer. If you don’t like it, then you’re free to leave."

Wendy's eyes reddened immediately as she shrank into Cameron's arms. "Cameron, did I do something wrong? Nina seems to hate me... Is it because of that 1 million? I can give the money back..."

It was obvious what Wendy was trying to do.

Cameron patted her back affectionately, then turned to glare at me. "Nina! Apologize to Wendy right now! That 1 million was a company strategic investment. As a senior executive, how can you be so narrow-minded?"

"Strategic investment?"

I took out my phone, opened the screenshot of Wendy's Twitter post, and held it up in front of him.

"Mr. Lister, since when does a strategic investment involve funding an intern's personal art exhibition? And this intern—she's employed for three months, clocked in fewer than 20 days, and her only 'achievement' was grinding coffee and giving you massages in the CEO's office?"