While I Was on a Business Trip, They Stole Everything

“No matter how strong you are, two fists can’t fend off four hands.”

I smiled faintly, tossing the tissue in front of Lucas.

“My grandfather amended the heir’s rights? Strange—I never heard of it.”

“And do you know why it matters?” he said. “Because the name in the will isn’t just Theo—it’s Lucas.”

My wife walked in, hips swaying, wearing a custom cheongsam that clung to her curves. Her burning gaze locked on Lucas, never once flicking to me.

In that instant, I knew. My earlier suspicion had been right—while I was away, they’d joined forces to seize power and steal the throne.

“Selena Harper, do you know what you’re saying? And do you remember whose wife you are?”

Her eyes slid to me, dripping disdain.

“Of course I know. As for being your wife—you’ll see soon enough.”

She slammed the wall onto the table. “Look closely! Don’t accuse us of scheming. The beneficiary is clearly Lucas, not you.”

I opened the page. His name was there.

But so what? The Langston family would never fall into another’s hands.

I was about to speak when Selena, in full view of the room, sat on Lucas’s lap.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, exchanged a flirtatious look, then kissed her full on the lips—smirking at me over her shoulder.

The room froze. No one dared breathe.

Everyone knew Selena was my wife, my most beloved.

Now she was nestled in my illegitimate son’s arms. It wasn’t just a slap to my face—it was a public declaration of betrayal.

It told the shareholders I was finished and urged them to take their chances.

Dozens of eyes turned to me, waiting to see how I’d respond.

I kept my face calm, though my chest burned. My fists clenched at my sides.

Who could stay composed when betrayed by the woman they loved most?

No wonder Lucas acted so bold—my “good wife” had been helping him all along.

She alone could enter my grandfather’s room. She had represented me, earning his trust to hold the will.

I never imagined she would betray me.

“Selena, what is the meaning of this?”

“You’re my wife—how dare you help a bastard alter the will and steal my power?”

“Have I ever treated you badly? Why betray me?”

She toyed with her diamond-studded nails, looking up coldly.

Lucas placed a cigarette between her lips. They lit it together, then smoked in sync.

“Don’t you understand plain language?” he said.

“As for your ‘wife,’ she’s no longer yours.”

“Before you left on that business trip, I gave you a paper to sign. You didn’t even look at it.”

“That paper was our divorce agreement.”

“It’s been a month—we’re no longer married.”

“As for the property, you don’t own a cent. It’s all mine now.”

Cruel. So cruel. They’d left me no way back.