Chapter 3

My boys swarmed the couch with savage grins, raining down a flurry of blows.

These guys were street fighters. They knew precisely where to strike to cause blinding pain without breaking any major bones.

Every punch and kick found its mark with brutal efficiency.

"Stop! Stop hitting me!"

Richard was pinned to the floor like a sack of wet garbage, squealing for mercy.

I took a running start and drove a solid kick right into his ribs.

"You cheating bitch! I knew you had a side piece! Let's see who this scumbag really is!"

I hauled Richard up by his collar and cracked him across the face with a heavy backhand.

His face was already a mosaic of black and blue, swollen so badly he was barely recognizable.

"Leo! Look at me, you dumb piece of shit! Look who I am!"

Enraged, Richard spat blood and words through broken teeth.

I squinted at him, tilting my head left and right in exaggerated confusion, before slapping my thigh in sudden realization.

"Oh, holy shit! Richard? Boss? What are you doing in my living room?"

I hurriedly helped him up and shoved him onto the sofa.

Lily had completely buried herself under a throw blanket. I didn't even spare her a glance; instead, I let my eyes drift down to Richard's crotch.

Instinctively, he clamped both hands over his junk, stammering, "W-What do you think you're doing?"

I stroked my chin, chuckling softly.

"Nothing. Just... seems a little underwhelming down there, boss."

"Leo!"

Flushed scarlet with humiliation, Richard shot up, only to remember he was stark naked. He lunged forward to yank the blanket off the couch to cover himself.

That sudden yank tore the blanket completely off Lily, exposing her face to the room.

She stared at me. I stared at Richard. Richard stared at her.

A perfect, awkward triangle.

The room dropped to freezing temperatures.

"How do you want to handle this? How much cash? Name a number."

After a suffocating silence, Richard spoke up. Give the bastard credit—he still had some guts.

I raised a hand sharply. Panic flared in his eyes and he flinched, throwing his arms up to block. The blanket slipped right off, exposing his pathetic package once again.

"You're funny, boss. If you had the hots for my woman, you should've just told me. I would've gift-wrapped her and dropped her off at your place. No need for all this sneaking around."

I lit another cigarette.

My boys looked at each other, utterly bewildered. Even Richard was completely stunned.

He had braced himself for an explosive rage, or maybe a massive extortion demand.

He never expected me to say something so completely unhinged.

Lily's eyes bulged like saucers.

"Leo, are you even human? Offering to serve your own wife up on a silver platter to another man? How could you say that?"

"I was blind to ever marry you!"

She lashed out in helpless fury, her fists flailing against my arm.

I turned around, pulled a crisp document from my jacket, and slapped it down right in front of her.

"What is this?" she demanded.

Thinking she must be playing dumb, I tapped the bold header and explained patiently, "Divorce agreement."

Then I pointed at Richard.

"My boss likes you. Sign it. I'm not the type to stand in the way of true love."

Seeing how accommodating I was, Richard was still suspicious.

He narrowed his swollen eyes at me. "Are you serious?"

I threw an arm casually around his bruised shoulder.

"Just hook me up with a raise, boss. Thirty-five hundred a month barely covers the bills."

Convinced that I had truly folded, Richard straightened his spine, arrogance returning to his posture.

"Done. Easy. I'll bump you to five thousand. No, six thousand."

I clapped him on the shoulder. "Generous man. I won't keep you."

Those were the exact words Richard was desperate to hear. Shivering and frantic, he scrambled to pull on his clothes, ready to sprint out the door.

"Wait! You forgot something."

I called out after him.

"Her, too." I pointed at Lily.

I sneered internally.

The only reason Richard had any wealth or status was his wife's powerful family. Without his wealthy in-laws, he was a nobody.

There was zero chance he would ever divorce his wife.

And as for Lily? Men only obsess over what they can't easily have. Once it's handed over like cheap surplus, it turns straight to garbage.

When they were sneaking behind my back, it was all about the adrenaline rush.

Now that I was pushing her into his lap, the way Richard looked at Lily had shifted completely.

To him, she was no longer a forbidden prize—she was a liability that could ruin his fortune.

"Keep her!" Richard spat out the words and bolted down the hall like a frightened dog.

Lily was left sitting on the sofa, frozen in shock.

I rubbed my nose and looked at her.

"So, uh... who are you again? Get the hell out before I press charges for trespassing."