On my third wedding anniversary, I went home early and heard the laughter of my wife and brother coming from the bedroom.
"That idiot still doesn't know that the child is not his."
They laugh and plan how to squeeze every last bit of value out of me and then throw it away like trash.
I closed the door silently without crying or fussing.
Just turn on the computer and create a new Excel table.
The header reads: "Millions of Women Conquest Plan."
In the first month, my wife's best friends turned against each other en masse, vying to be my spies.
In the first year, I became the most mysterious emotional counselor in the city, earning 100,000 an hour.
In the third year, when my company went public, my ex-wife knelt down outside the press conference and begged me to get back together.
In the fifth year, I stood at an international forum to give a speech, and there were a hundred female elites sitting in the audience who had been crazy about me.
Reporters asked me the secret of my success.
I smiled at the camera: "Thanks for that cuckold."
"It made me understand that the so-called love is just an advanced hunting game."
And now, the game has just begun.
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[Dark Revenge + IQ Crushing + Urban Jungle Law]
[It's not brainless, every prey has a price, every conquest has a price]
[Warning: Those with weak outlook on life should beware, this is only a cruel game for adults]
Intent: The ultimate betrayal leads to the ultimate revenge, satisfying the original justice of "tit for tat"