REVENGE ON MY UNFAITHFUL HUSBAND

I never expected that it would be him

When the car stopped, I snapped out of my thoughts. We were at the riverside. Micah had parked next to a Maybach. Who would bring such a fancy car out here in this freezing weather?

Back at the crime scene, I felt a surge of emotions. I remembered dragging my heavy wedding dress, my heart dead, as I walked by the water. Despite my deep hatred for him, years of feelings don't just disappear in days. When he abandoned me at the wedding, it wasn't just rage; it was disappointment. He chose Zoey over me, giving me a solid reason to despise him forever.

At that moment, I was so distraught I didn't even notice when someone approached from behind until they stabbed me cleanly through the back. I looked down at the blade piercing my body, stunned. I saw myself fall, feeling no pain but instinctively touching my wound.

I bled a lot last night, but the rushing river washed it all away. I searched thoroughly; no phone, nothing else scattered in the water.

"Uncle, when did you get back to the country?" Micah's voice pulled me back. I looked up and saw the man in the wheelchair by the river.

His black wool coat contrasted sharply with his skin, and his almost inhumanly beautiful face sent a chill through me. Just one look from him was enough to make anyone shiver.

He was the product of a fling overseas by the family patriarch. His looks took after his blue-eyed, blonde mother—handsome and alluring. Though the old man's youngest, he was the illegitimate son, hidden away abroad and rarely seen.

He wasn't much older than Micah, but he always carried a cold, unyielding aura. From the first moment I saw him, I was afraid of him. Yet fate had its tricks; several times, when I was in danger, he saved me. Like during the tsunami—I thought I would die at sea, but his merchant ship passed by, and he had me rescued and sent home.

I even sent him a wedding invitation myself, with a carefully chosen gift. I knew he wouldn't come—he was successful abroad, a rising star in business, having cut ties with the family.

Lyle Shark's gaze lifted lazily, landing on Micah. His tone was sharp, "Do I need to report my comings and goings to you?"

Micah, clearly intimidated by this ruthless, wheelchair-bound uncle, hesitated. "Of course not. I was just curious why you'd be out here in the cold."

Lyle's lips curled slightly. "I'm curious too—why are you out here when you should be with your new wife?"

"Don't laugh, Uncle. Ruby's got quite the temper; we're having a little spat."

I saw the mockery in Lyle's eyes. "I think she's not temperamental; she's just blind to have married trash like you."

"Uncle!" Micah Shark's face turned ashen.

Lyle didn't glance back, simply ordering, "Van, let's go."

The tall man behind him, nearly 6'3" with a scar across his brow, started pushing the wheelchair slowly over the uneven rocks.

Micah's hands clenched at his sides, staring at the retreating wheelchair. "Uncle, no matter what, Ruby married me."

I froze, confused by his sudden statement. I barely knew Lyle, so why did Micah bring it up?