My Billionaire Wife Wanted An Open Marriage, So I Left Her

I rushed to the scene of the car accident immediately after hearing about my father. But when I arrived, I saw my wife, Chloe Miller, standing with the driver who caused the crash.

Her clothes were a complete mess. The dashcam footage revealed everything. At the exact moment of the collision, Chloe was giving the driver a blowjob.

Furious, I punched the man hard in the face. But my wife immediately threw herself in front of him to shield him from me. Later, the police took them both in for questioning.

I was left alone, waiting outside my father's operating room. As I sat there, I forced myself to calm down and began gathering evidence. I swore I would put that man behind bars.

I didn't expect Chloe to storm into the hospital. She grabbed a cup from the lobby and smashed it over my head. "Liam is a licensed attorney, Ethan!

Do you want to ruin his entire career? What is wrong with you!" I calmly wiped the blood dripping down my forehead and looked at her panicked face.

This wasn't her first time cheating on me, but it was the first time she seemed so genuinely invested in one of her flings.

My mind flashed back to the fifth year of our marriage, when she had smiled at me and casually said: "Don't you think sleeping with only one person for the rest of your life is boring?

To be fair, I won't care who you sleep with either." "I only give them my body, Ethan. But I give you my heart. That's real love." Later, I did exactly what she wanted.

I stayed with the girl she had personally sent to my bed. But then, she knelt on the floor, begging me to come home. The blood wouldn't stop flowing.

Panicking, Chloe pulled some tissues from her purse, ran over to me, and began wiping my forehead while frowning. "Why didn't you dodge? Does it hurt?" "I didn't mean to hit you.

I was just acting in the heat of the moment! Liam is still young, and he's so talented. I'm just trying to protect his potential. Be good, Ethan.

Let's just drop this whole thing." I slapped her hand away, my eyes cold and steady. "That was my dad he hit!" "Oh, come on. Your dad loves money anyway.

If you really want what's best for him, just take the settlement money and end this." My face grew incredibly pale.

Just as I was about to speak, her phone rang. "Chloe, where are you? They've been questioning me for hours. They won't even let me eat.

I'm so dizzy and hungry I can barely stand." Chloe had accidentally pressed the speakerphone. Liam Vance's whiny, pitiful voice echoed through the hallway.

Hearing his voice, she clenched her phone, her eyes instantly filling with worry. "Hold on.

I'm coming back right now!" She hung up, took a deep breath, and looked up at me. "Ethan, I'll give you one last chance.

Are you going to sign this settlement waiver or not?" When I gave her a cold, silent refusal, Chloe turned around and walked away without looking back.

I had seen her back as she walked away from me too many times over the past few years. But we weren't always like this. After graduation, I started working at Miller Enterprises.

Chloe was the very first intern I was assigned to train. At that time, no one in the company knew her real identity as the heiress, including me.

She was energetic, passionate, and eager to learn, but she made plenty of mistakes. I was always the one quietly cleaning up her messes.

During a company party, she had a bit too much to drink. Bold with alcohol, she pinned me against the wall and kissed me. "Ethan, I like you!

I don't want to be just your intern anymore. I want to be your girlfriend. Actually, I want to be your wife!" The scent of alcohol on her breath seemed to intoxicate me too.

Lightheaded and confused, I agreed. By the time I found out she was the daughter of the CEO, I was already too deep in love to run away.

Chloe loved me fiercely, and everyone knew it. For my sake, she replaced every male employee on her office floor with women. She remembered every single anniversary.

She knew my family members' birthdays, and if I glanced at something in a store window for more than a second, she would buy it and surprise me the next day.

People mocked her behind her back, saying a powerful female billionaire was being wrapped around a regular guy's finger, but she didn't care at all.

But nobody could have guessed that a woman who loved me that much... Would suddenly announce her demand for an open marriage on our fifth anniversary.

Chloe wasn't asking for my opinion. She was just informing me. And Liam, the driver who ran over my dad, was her thirteenth lover since we made that deal.

Swallowing the bitterness in my throat, I wiped my father's face with a warm towel. He had traveled all the way from his hometown just to visit Chloe and me.

Before the crash, he was carrying a bag full of gifts for us.

But when I arrived at the scene, all I found was a bloody mess on the asphalt and my father, David, unconscious with a face covered in blood.

Since the accident, this was the first time Chloe had actually come to the hospital to see him. "David, are you feeling any better?" She placed a basket of fruits on the nightstand, pretending to care.

I stood up and went outside to get some water, unable to stand in the same room with her. From the corner of my eye, I saw her let out a sigh of relief when I walked out.

When I returned, she was holding my father's hand, blinking back tears as if she had just been crying.

Seeing me back, she quickly made an excuse about a busy schedule at the office and hurried away.

My dad weakly reached out, grasping my hand. "Forget it, Ethan," he whispered hoarsely. "As long as you and Chloe live a good life together, that's all that matters." I was confused, assuming he had simply noticed the tension between Chloe and me.

It wasn't until I called the detective in charge of the case that the truth hit me. The officer sounded surprised on the phone. "Wait, didn't you guys settle?

Your father personally signed the waiver." The veins on my forehead throbbed violently. I was shaking so hard from anger that I could barely hold my phone.

I remembered the day Chloe visited. She had been holding her phone tightly against my father's ear while I was out of the room. It all made sense now.

The detective played the recorded audio for me. "This is your father's voice, and his signature on the settlement release form is real. We can't dispute this.

Your family is really strange.

First, you demand charges, then you drop them... and your wife has been running around trying to help the suspect..." I hung up, staring at the floor, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white.

When Liam was released from custody, he walked up to me outside the police station with a smirk. "To be honest, Ethan, Chloe just cares about me too much.

I told her I have enough money to pay for the damages, but she insisted on wiretransferring me the money anyway." I couldn't control myself.

I raised my fist. "Ethan!" Chloe suddenly appeared from behind and grabbed my wrist.

She glared at Liam, then forced her fingers into my palm, holding my hand tightly. "Ethan, let's go back to the hospital to see David." Before I could speak, Liam pouted.

He looked at Chloe. "Chloe, my anxiety is acting up. I can't drive.

Can you please take me home?" Chloe hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Okay." I let out a cold laugh, pulled my hand out of her grip, and walked away.

On my way to the hospital, I received a text from her: Ethan, I'll be there a bit late. But I waited until the sun went down, and Chloe never showed up.

Suddenly, my phone started buzzing repeatedly. Fearing it would wake my dad, I stepped out into the quiet hallway to answer it. It was a FaceTime audio call from Chloe.

The moment I pressed accept, a series of heavy, passionate gasps echoed through the speaker. "Baby, are you wearing the lingerie I bought you?" Liam's voice panted. "Of course... top and bottom..." Chloe whispered back, her voice dripping with lust.

The sounds continuing to pour out of the phone felt like a thousand needles stabbing directly into my heart. I thought I had gotten used to this.

I thought I had completely stopped loving her. But when I was forced to face it so directly, the barely healed wounds were ripped wide open again, bleeding profusely.

After my father was discharged from the hospital, he insisted on going back to his hometown. Once I saw him off at the train station, I finally went back to my apartment.

When I opened the door, the dining table was still covered with moldy, rotten takeout from weeks ago.

Every corner of the house reminded me that Chloe hadn't stepped foot in this place for a very long time.

Ignoring the stench of the spoiled food, I walked straight to the bedroom to pack my bags.

But just as I reached the hallway with my suitcase, the front door swung open from the outside. "Who are you? Why are you sneaking around in my son's apartment?"

A middleaged couple holding suitcases and a set of keys stood at the doorway. The woman, who was quite heavy, squeezed past the door and glared at me with pure rage. "Speak up!

Otherwise, we're calling the cops!" I sneered at her. "Call the cops? Go ahead.

I'd love to know who your son is and why he thinks my apartment belongs to him!" The woman looked confused.

She stepped back outside to check the door number, then ran back in. "This is the right place! This is my son's apartment!" "Mandy, stop talking to him!

He's definitely a thief!" the man yelled. "Look at what he's holding. That jewelry box looks incredibly expensive!" Mandy's eyes locked onto the small box in my hand.

In an instant, she flew into a rage, rushing toward me like a hurricane and raising her hand. Slap!

She slapped me hard across the face, her sharp acrylic nails scratching my cheek. "You worthless thief! How dare you steal my daughterinlaw's jewelry! Do you even know who she is?

She's the CEO of Miller Enterprises!" My head spun from the force of the slap, and the taste of blood filled my mouth.

Before I could recover, the man punched me hard in the stomach. I doubled over in pain, and another punch landed squarely on my face.

Mandy kicked my suitcase over, sending my clothes scattering across the floor. "Let's see what else this filthy thief has stolen from our family!" "Don't touch my things!" I gasped for air, blood dripping from my lip onto the hardwood floor. "Oh, you're still talking back?

John, call the building security! What kind of luxury apartment complex is this? Letting thieves wander around!" "Mandy, let's call our son first.

He needs to know his place was broken into!" Over the past few weeks, I had barely eaten or slept while taking care of my dad. I was physically exhausted and running a fever.

If I had been in my normal state, there was no way these two could have overpowered me so easily. Looking at my battered state, the couple laughed triumphantly.

While waiting for Chloe to arrive, they began going through the apartment, throwing my things around. "Who bought this ugly painting? It's trash.

Throw it out!" John said, picking up a framed painting from the wall.

My eyes widened in terror. "Don't touch that!" "You piece of trash, you don't get to speak!" John barked, stepping forward and grinding his dirty shoe into my face. "Don't throw it away!

I told you, I am the owner of this house!" I growled through gritted teeth, my face swelling and throbbing with pain. My words were slurred from the blood in my mouth. "Oh, please!

Are you delusional? Do you think just anyone can get as lucky as my son and marry a billionaire? Look at yourself in the mirror.

Do you think you're worthy of a woman like Chloe?" The next second, he cleared his throat and spat a thick glob of phlegm right onto my face. "Ew, John, that's disgusting.

Don't let our daughterinlaw see that when she gets here," Mandy complained. John sneered, took his foot off my face, and picked up the painting again, walking toward the balcony.

I dragged my battered body across the floor, limping after him, desperate to save the painting. "You want this so badly?" John smirked, rubbing his chin with a wicked grin. "Kneel and beg me." I clenched my teeth.

If... if it meant getting the painting back safely... But he had no intention of keeping his word.

The moment I moved, he raised the painting high above his head and slammed it hard against the floor. "No!" I screamed, my voice cracking with agony.

The protective glass shattered into a million pieces. He picked up the canvas from the ruins and ripped it right down the middle, tearing it to shreds.

That was the last painting my grandmother ever made before she passed away. She had left it for me, telling me to give it to my future wife. My grandmother was a renowned artist.

Her paintings were priceless. All the strength drained from my body. I collapsed onto the floor in utter despair.

Suddenly, the bright headlights of a car illuminated the driveway outside. "Ethan!"

Chloe rushed into the room, her eyes filled with panic and heartbreak when she saw me.

She immediately knelt down, using her designer sleeve to gently wipe the blood from my face, completely ignoring the dirt and blood staining her expensive clothes.

She rushed me to the hospital. Throughout the entire ride and the medical exams, I didn't say a single word to her.

She, on the other hand, kept asking me questions with frantic concern.

As I lay in the hospital bed with my eyes closed, she called her personal chef to prepare a gourmet meal and deliver it to my room.

She even hired a team of private specialists to monitor my recovery. Before leaving, the nurse looked at me with envy.

She practically wanted to tell me how lucky I was to have such a caring wife. Once the room was quiet, I calmly pulled out my phone. "Hello, 911? I'd like to report an assault.

I was..." Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past, and my phone was snatched out of my hand. Chloe forcefully ended the call. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

She bit her lip, trying to explain. "Ethan, Liam's apartment was broken into recently, and he felt unsafe.

Since you've been staying at the hospital with David, I allowed his parents to temporarily stay in that apartment." "As for them calling me their daughterinlaw, that's completely a misunderstanding.

I made it clear to Liam a long time ago that my only husband is Ethan Hayes. Nobody can replace you. Liam is just a toy. My heart belongs to you, and I will always come back to you!

What happened today was Liam's fault for not controlling his parents. I'll make him come here and apologize to you.

But calling the police... there's really no need for that, right?" Every word out of her mouth was protecting Liam.

I clenched my fists under the blanket and laughed bitterly. "Chloe, that was our home. But you let complete strangers barge in and take it over. What am I to you?

Since you care about him so much, let's get a divorce. I'll step aside and make room for the two of you." When my dad was run over, she told me to endure it.

When I was beaten in my own home, she still wanted me to endure it! Her face went pale, and she rushed to hold my hand. "I won't divorce you! I love you so much, Ethan.

How could I ever divorce you? I told you, he is just a plaything." Bang. The door was pushed open, cutting her off.

Liam rushed into the room, and the moment he saw me, he fell to his knees by my bed. "Ethan, it's all my fault! If you want to blame someone, blame me!

Please don't punish my parents. I'm begging you!" Seeing him on his knees, Chloe immediately went to pull him up. "Liam, what are you doing? Get up!

Don't worry, as long as I'm here, nobody is going to touch your parents!" Liam hugged Chloe tightly, looking at me over her shoulder with a mocking, triumphant smirk.

Before they left, Liam pretended to have a panic attack again, forcing Chloe to leave with him. Liam's endless provocations finally pushed me over the edge.

I called out to Chloe just as she reached the door. My eyes were red with hatred as I spat out every single word. "Chloe, I meant what I said.

I want a divorce!" Chloe froze, her expression exhausted, but she still didn't take my words seriously.

She thought I was just using "divorce" as a tantrum to get her attention, just like before. "Ethan, Liam is still young and emotionally fragile. Don't take his words to heart.

Let me take him home first, and I'll be back later tonight." After she left, I buried my face in my hands, tears silently streaming down my cheeks.

In the middle of the night, I fell into a feverish sleep. My body felt incredibly hot, and I kicked the blanket off.

Feeling a sudden cool touch beside me, I subconsciously reached toward it. The coolness slid closer, wrapping around my burning body. I couldn't help but groan.

It was a night of pure, druginduced madness. When I finally opened my eyes the next morning, I saw a completely unfamiliar female face next to me. I gasped, freezing in shock.

But then, a familiar voice drifted from the sofa across the room. "How are you feeling, Ethan? Any better? I told you, you just needed a physical release.

It's such a shame I promised Liam that I wouldn't let any other man touch me for these six months, including you."