For a Hundred Million: I Told My Husband to Drop Dead Chapter 2

"Dylan, I won't sign. Let's see you call the police."

Dylan actually pulled out his phone and started dialing. He looked at me. "You confirm you won't sign? I'm hitting dial right now."

"Hitting what dial?" Mr. Jenkins shot him a glare. "Aren't we embarrassed enough? This kind of thing is best handled privately."

Mrs. Jenkins, however, looked at me. "You pulled such a disgusting stunt, and now you want to cling to Dylan? Do you think our family is that easy to bully?"

"If you have any decency left, sign the papers already."

I stared at Dylan. "Dylan, you know the truth better than anyone. Call the police right now. Let's see if you can be so calm and composed in front of them."

"The truth?" Mrs. Jenkins stood up, pointing at me. "Do you think we're blind? That man is still lying in your bed! You want to cause more trouble? This is what happens when Dylan spoils you."

"Dylan works so hard on his startup, and he still has to take care of you, feed you, provide for you. And you? You decided to cheat on him instead, making a fool of him."

"Dylan!" I cut Mrs. Jenkins off with a sharp cry. "Your parents don't know what I've done for you, but you do, don't you?"

"Where did your startup funds come from?"

"Who's been supporting our household expenses?"

Facing my angry questions, Dylan looked at me calmly. "Valerie, I've tolerated everything you do, but you've crossed my line today. We have to divorce."

"I'll say it again. If you're not signing, I'm calling the police right now."

"Your unreasonable antics won't work anymore."

Those two sentences from Dylan completely broke my heart. My annual income, with year-end bonuses, easily topped two million dollars. He came from a humble background. To spare his ego, I never talked about my job or my salary in front of his friends and family.

Even his parents didn't know. Before marrying Dylan, I already had assets worth tens of millions. I was the one who gave him ten million dollars for his startup.

And now he was doing this.

"I confirm I won't sign. Go ahead and call the police."

Dylan pressed the dial button.

"Hello, I'd like to report a crime. Someone has illegally entered my home. Yes... my wife brought a third party in."

The police arrived quickly.

The man in the bed was also woken up.

He looked at the police, bewildered and terrified.

Dylan stood by, stating that he'd been busy with company matters recently and hadn't been home.

He'd decided to come back that morning and found me in bed with another man.

Cheating is immoral but not illegal, so the police usually can't intervene. Dylan's reason for calling the police was illegal entry.

That, they would investigate.

"Ms. Valerie, do you know Mr. Oliver Hayes?"

"Yes."

My face was pale, but I did indeed know the man in bed.

"Are you close?"

"Yes."

Oliver, a student four years my junior. I'd hired him at my company. He was my junior in school and my mentee at work. These facts would be easy to verify, so there was no point in lying.

"Did you bring Mr. Hayes to your home?"

"No."

"Mr. Hayes, how did you get here?"

Oliver lowered his head. "Ms. Valerie invited me. She said she had good news to share. I never expected that after a few drinks, we'd... we'd... give in to passion."

"You're lying!" I glared at Oliver. "Oliver, have some conscience! Tell me honestly, how much did Dylan pay you?"

"Ms. Valerie, the truth always comes out. Since we've been caught, what's there to be afraid of? Leaving with nothing? So what if it's a hundred million? I'll earn more in the future."

Dylan suddenly grabbed Oliver's collar. "Wait, what did you say? A hundred million?"