Chapter 3My Wife Despised Me, So I Divorced Her on Live Stream

They went off to deal with the stains on their clothes.

I claimed I was tired and decided to rest in Chloe’s office.

*Rest?*

I’d be damned if I could rest in a space reeking of her perfume and Derek’s sweat.

My target was Derek's computer.

They shared this office.

I’d always thought it was perfectly reasonable, from an efficiency standpoint.

Now I understood they prioritized efficiency in *other* matters.

Derek's computer wasn't password-protected. Right there on the desktop was the folder I was looking for.

【Photos】

Behind the simple filename lay countless pictures of him and my wife embracing.

Video clips of him and my wife leaving their scent in every hidden corner of the company.

I knew Derek's type all too well.

He couldn't boast about his proudest achievements to the world, so he’d open his computer every day, relishing his conquests.

Like a male dog marking its territory, believing the spot was his.

A glance at the timestamps revealed they'd known each other for years.

I was the one who'd inconveniently gotten in the way.

I emailed all the files to myself. My phone buzzed with the email notification, and a push ad popped up too.

【Marriage Meltdown Live: Spill Your Secrets!】

I clicked the link. It was a live stream channel dedicated to airing marital dirty laundry, thriving on public drama.

Without a second thought, I signed up.

They asked what kind of marital problem I wanted to feature. I simply replied:

【How much drama can your platform *really* handle? Wanna play?】

【Boss, you're awesome! I'll schedule a slot for you. When would be a good time?】

I hesitated. Was I really going to abandon all marital ties?

【I’ll let you know.】

Then I turned my attention to Chloe’s computer.

Would her computer also hold some shocking revelations, enough to solidify my resolve?

Her computer was on, the desktop a chaotic mess like her shoe cabinet—dozens of files scattered everywhere.

My eyes immediately landed on a document titled 【XX Med Receipt】.

*Medication?*

A quick search confirmed it was indeed the drug that caused my problem.

And the pill bottle itself sat right on her desk, mixed in with her nail polish and lipstick.

Her computer was truly a treasure trove.

*Hmm? Surveillance?*

I clicked it open. It was footage from all the security cameras in the company.

I saw Lily at the front desk watching a show, employees in the office area eating lunch.

And then...

I slammed open the office door and stormed towards the stairwell to the rooftop.

Kicking open the fire door, Chloe and Derek’s mouths hadn’t even had a chance to separate!

I’d held onto a sliver of hope, praying it was all just a misunderstanding.

But the two of them, still embracing, their lips parting simultaneously, their faces frozen in terror as they looked at me—that shattered every last illusion.