Chapter 1I Caught My Husband Cheating With a College Student

Five years into my marriage with Elvis, I discovered he was keeping a college girl on the side.

She was pure and naive, carrying the sweet innocence of someone who hadn't yet been touched by the real world. Elvis was absolutely besotted with her.

When I finally caught them in the act, everyone expected me to scream, cry, and throw tantrums, doing everything in my power to run the girl off.

But I didn't. Instead, I tracked her down, took her trembling hand in mine, and smiled warmly.

"Sweetheart, how about we destroy this piece of trash together?"

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Three days after catching my husband, Elvis, in bed with his little mistress, I scheduled a meeting with her.

She was sitting in the private booth, crying so pitifully that even the cold-hearted would feel a pang of sympathy. Clearly, she was still reeling from the devastating shock of discovering Elvis was married.

"Mrs. Sprinkle, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't know. I had no idea he was married. I didn't mean to be a homewrecker, please..."

Wanda's eyes were red and swollen, her voice breaking into quiet, desperate hiccups. Before I could even open my mouth, she fell to her knees right in front of me.

"But I really do love him, ma'am. I know it's wrong, I know I'm guilty. You can slap me, scream at me, do whatever you want, but please... please don't force me to leave him."

I stared down at her in silence. The tension grew thicker by the second, and Wanda's resolve began to crumble under my quiet gaze.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her head drooping. "I'm so sorry. I'll leave him. I'll go."

Hearing those words, a soft smile finally spread across my face. She was young and deeply infatuated, but she wasn't completely beyond saving. I reached out, taking her hands in mine, and spoke gently.

"Sweetheart, I haven't even said a word. Why do you assume I want you to leave Elvis? What if I actually want you to stay right by his side?"

Wanda stopped crying, blinking up at me in utter bewilderment. I leaned in, whispering softly right against her ear, guiding her thoughts like a gentle temptation.

"There are plenty of fish in the sea, Wanda. Why waste your life on a piece of lying trash?"

"How about we destroy him together?"

She swallowed hard, staring at me blankly. "What do you mean?"

My marriage to Elvis was nothing more than a strategic business merger. Years ago, when Elvis was still a penniless kid with nothing but ambition, my father took a liking to him. With my father's extensive financial backing, Elvis managed to carve out his own business empire. Since my father and Elvis were bound by shared financial interests, a marital alliance was the perfect way to cement the deal. Naturally, I became the sacrificial lamb, walking down the aisle to marry him.

During the first few years, Elvis needed to solidify his position and expand his territory, so he played the part of the devoted, doting husband perfectly in front of my father and me.

But as his company grew, his true colors began to bleed through. It didn't take long for him to find this sweet, naive college student. Wanda had just stepped out into the real world. Seduced by a wealthy, charming CEO who kept his marriage a secret, she had fallen headfirst into the beautiful fairy tale he had spun for her.

Until three days ago, when the illusion shattered. And for me? I had absolutely no intention of playing the quiet, ignored wife anymore.

So, I sought Wanda out.

"I mean exactly what I said. Elvis lied to you about his marriage. Even after the truth came out, he whispered sweet empty promises of love just to keep you around as his dirty secret, ruining your reputation. He took your body and your heart, and in the end, you won't even get a legal name."

"Why keep a man like that around? While he is still filthy rich, you should take his money, break his heart, and walk away with your head held high. It is time to give him a taste of his own medicine."

Wanda stared at me, completely stunned. "You are... very different from how Elvis described you."

I smirked. "And how did he describe me? Let me guess. Gentle, submissive, completely obedient, and only caring about being a quiet housewife?"

Wanda nodded slowly.

"Men are so arrogant. So, what do you think? Do you want to partner with me?"

"But... Elvis said he loves me. He said he would divorce you, and then..."

"You actually believe a man's sweet talk? A promise is the cheapest currency in the world."

Seeing the lingering hesitation in her eyes, I knew she needed time to process this massive revelation. I smiled warmly, my eyes curving into crescents.

"Tell you what, sweetheart. I will give you a week to think about it. Next week, same time, same place. I will be waiting for your answer."

I picked up my designer bag and stood up, leaving the booth. A week would be more than enough time for Wanda to see Elvis's true colors.