After The Divorce, I Suddenly Inherited $100 trillion

Bruce stood outside the penthouse suite, carrying a stack of pizza boxes in his arms.

He checked his wristwatch for the third time and clicked his tongue, tapping his foot impatiently against the carpet.

This was his last delivery for the night. After this, he was going home to prepare dinner.

It was his wedding anniversary, and he had planned the perfect date night with his beloved wife, Caro.

Caro wouldn't be back from work until 11 o'clock. He only had two hours to prepare for her arrival.

"Come on," he muttered, ringing the doorbell for the fourth time. "I don't have all day."

The door finally swung open.

A tall, broad-shouldered man with a handsome face that looked like it was carved by a Renaissance sculptor stood before him.

Bruce cleared his throat. "Your order, Sir. Mr. Willis, right?"

Willis looked him up and down with open disdain. A white towel was wrapped around his hips, sweat beads clinging to his chest.

"You fool," Willis snapped. "What took you so long? I ordered these twenty minutes ago."

"Apologies, Mr. Willis," Bruce said, adjusting his spectacles with unsteady hands. "Traffic was bad, but I got here in ten minutes."

Before Willis could complain further, a woman's voice drifted from inside the suite.

"Is everything alright there, darling?"

Bruce froze.

That voice. His fingers tightened around the pizza boxes. He recognized that voice.

No. It couldn't be!

Willis turned his head lazily. "It's this stupid pizza guy making lame excuses. After keeping us waiting, he's now blaming traffic."

"That's not very nice," The woman replied, approaching the doorway.

Bruce's heart slammed violently against his ribs as she appeared.

It was Caro—his wife.

Her hair was loose and slightly damp with sweat. She wore one of the hotel's white robes, tied loosely at the waist.

It didn't take long for Bruce to put two and two together. His wife was sleeping with Willis.

Caro stopped mid-step, her eyes meeting her husband's.

"Bruce?" She called, stunned. "What are you doing here?"

* * * *

Bruce felt the world tilt. His arms suddenly felt weak. "I should be asking you the same thing. You told me you'd be working late."

Willis frowned. "You know him, Caro?"

Caro rubbed her temples, letting out an exasperated sigh. "This is my husband. The one I told you about."

Willis blinked, stunned. Then he let out an ugly laugh.

"Your husband?" he repeated, his eyes returning to Bruce. "This is the guy?"

Bruce's blood rose like a heated thermometer.

"Caro," he croaked. "You're sleeping with him? How could you? How long has this been going on?"

Caro narrowed her eyes. "Shut up, Bruce!"

A jolt of electricity zapped through Bruce's body system. "I should shut up?" He said quietly.

"You're overreacting," she rolled her eyes. "It's embarrassing. Take a chill pill for Christ sake!"

Bruce's eyes widened. "I'm overreacting? You're cheating on me on our anniversary. How am I supposed to react?"

Caro tilted her head, her eyes devoid of remorse. "This shouldn't surprise you, Bruce. We agreed to an open marriage, remember?"

"You said that was just a phase," Bruce retorted, his eyes filled with pain. "That you weren't seeing anyone anymore."

Caro sighed, clearly annoyed now. "Well, I lied. Happy now?"

"Hold the phone," Willis chuckled, pointing his index finger at Bruce. "So you're the husband? The useless son-in-law of the Griffin family?"

Bruce clenched his jaw. "You should be ashamed of yourself. Sleeping with a married woman. That's so low of you."

Suddenly, Caro's hand moved fast and struck him across the face.

SMACK!

The sound echoed sharply through the hallway. His spectacles dropped on the carpet.

Bruce staggered back a little, his head snapping to the side. For a few minutes, there was silence.

"Don't you dare talk to him that way," Caro barked at him, venom in her voice. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

Bruce didn't say anything. He raised his trembling hand to his cheek which burned from the slap.

Caro stepped in front of him, gesturing at Willis. "That man is an executive board member of Shepard Group. He oversees a quarter of the conglomerate. Show some respect."

Bruce stared at her as though she had grown two heads.

This woman just slapped him like a dog despite being caught red-handed having an extra marital affair.

It broke Bruce to pieces.

Willis chuckled softly, clearly enjoying Bruce's humiliation. He reached out and casually draped an arm around Caro's waist.

"Easy, darling," he said, smirking at Bruce with a mocking expression written on his face. "The poor man doesn't know any better. Let's cut him some slacks."

"Thank you for understanding, dear," Caro smiled back at him.

Willis leaned closer to Bruce. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight. Your wife charmed me with her beauty that I'm considering investing in her company. You should be grateful she's working hard."

Bruce's stomach churn. His tongue felt heavy like metal.

Before he could respond, Willis reached forward and snatched the pizza boxes from Bruce’s hands.

Then he tossed cash onto the carpet at Bruce's feet.

"Keep the change," he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Now, if you’ll excuse us. Your wife and I have unfinished business."

Caro glanced back at Bruce one last time, a detached look in her eyes.

"I’ll stay out late tonight, Bruce," she said flatly. "Don’t wait for me. Goodnight."

She turned and walked back into the suite without another word.

Willis smirked one final time before stepping inside after her.

The door closed.

Bruce stood there alone in the silent hallway, his cheek still burning from the slap, the cash scattered on the floor at his feet.

He dropped to his knees, driving his fist into the carpet. "Damn it!" He cried, veins sticking out his head. "You've wounded me, Caro. You've wounded me.”