While soaking in the hot springs at a newly opened resort with a client, I received an intimate photo from my wife's fellow disciple.
In the photo, my wife wore a bikini, confidently showing off her curvy figure, her eyes smoldering.
I stormed over to confront her in a rage, but she brought up divorce first. “Wen Jingyan, art is sacred, but all you care about is money. You're nothing but a walking pile of cash, and we're simply not cut from the same cloth. Let's get a divorce.”
Even the daughter I had cherished and protected joined in. “Dad, just let Mom be with Uncle Qi. He's her soulmate, the only one worthy of such a noble and beautiful painter.”
I stared at them, utterly dumbfounded.
I had never imagined that after working myself to the bone to support them and shield them from hardship, they would look down on me so much.
Well, let's see how noble they can be without my money and protection.
