From Divorce to a Billionaire's Bride

At around four in the morning, it was still raining heavily outside. Sharon Wright arrived at the mansion's entrance and entered the string of numbers sent to her, and then the door opened.

The living room lights were on, and from the entrance to the bedroom door, Alex Smith's formal clothes and Ava Kim's underwear were scattered, showing just how urgent Alex and Ava had been.

Seeing the torn red nightgown at the bedroom door, Sharon felt a sense of absurdity.

The distance from the entrance to the bedroom was only about fifteen feet, but Sharon felt as if she had exhausted all her strength. By the time she stood at the bedroom door, she felt a sense of dizziness. She slowly pushed open the ajar door with trembling hands.

On the disheveled bed, Alex and Ava lay naked and entwined, their heavy breaths filling the air. The lewd scene painfully pierced Sharon's eyes.

The two were so engrossed in their lovemaking that they didn't even notice Sharon standing at the door.

Sharon's palm, which was gripping the door frame, was marked with red indentations from the pressure.

She had been woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of thunder and rain. She habitually reached out to touch her husband Alex beside her, only to find the spot cold.

At that moment, she turned to check the time. It was 3:16 AM.

She thought Alex was still in the study working, so she got up, put on a robe, and went to the study. When she opened the door, she found it pitch black inside; Alex wasn't there. Just as she was puzzled, her phone suddenly buzzed, sounding particularly loud in the quiet night.

It was a friend request from a stranger. Sharon instinctively felt this friend request at this hour had something to do with Alex and might be malicious.

Just then, a clap of thunder outside startled Sharon, causing her to accidentally hit "decline".

Soon, several more messages came through.

[Still awake? Is it because your husband isn't by your side?]

[I'm scared because of the thunder and power outage, so he came over to keep me company.]

[Don't you want to know where your husband is right now?]

Seeing the continuous taunting messages, Sharon's hand holding the phone couldn't stop trembling.

After a long while, Sharon finally accepted the request.

As soon as she did, the other party sent an address and a string of numbers.

Sharon bit her lip, grabbed her car keys and drove straight there.

Then she saw this heartbreaking scene. She and Alex had been together for eight years, dating since school and then getting married, a couple envied by their friends.

Until today, she never expected betrayal from Alex, but he had indeed betrayed their relationship.

The reality woke her from the illusions Alex had woven and turned her still-surging love for Alex into a joke.

It turned out that no matter how perfect and sincere the wedding vows were, they couldn't withstand the fickleness of the human heart.

She felt disgusted and couldn't bear to watch any longer. She turned and stumbled towards the door, trembling as she started the car and drove away. Tears blurred her vision the entire time.

Earlier that night, while Alex was showering, Sharon had seen a message on his Facebook from someone named Ava: [My new nightgown seems a bit tight. Why don't you come over and see if it fits?]

Below the text was a selfie of Ava in a deep V red slip dress, her cleavage half-exposed, exuding extreme temptation.