My Cheating Wife Shocked: I'm the octomillionaire Heir

The bright screen of the phone illuminated the dark bedroom. Darius stood near the tall window, watching the video play for the fifth time. On the screen, his wife Caroline was sitting in a highly exclusive luxury restaurant. Her smile was incredibly bright. Her eyes were full of gentle warmth and deep affection. She was feeding a small piece of chocolate cake to Lorenzo.

"You are the most amazing man in the world, Lorenzo." Caroline touched the man's cheek with absolute devotion. "You are always my absolute first priority."

"What about your husband waiting at home?" Lorenzo laughed softly in the video, taking her hand across the table.

"Darius is just a convenient shield." Caroline rolled her eyes, her face turning completely cold on the screen. "He does the laundry. He cooks my meals. He is practically a maid. I only married him to satisfy my grandfather. He is complete dirt compared to you."

Darius locked his phone and put it deep into his pocket. His chest felt heavy with a quiet and dangerous anger. Three years of marriage meant absolutely nothing to her. He had cooked for her every single day. He had cleaned her massive house. He had hidden his true immense wealth to experience a genuine human connection. It was all a complete waste of time.

The heavy bedroom door swung open loudly. Caroline walked in. Her beautiful face froze into a mask of pure ice the moment her eyes landed on him. All the sweetness she had shown Lorenzo was completely gone.

"Why are you standing in the dark like a creep?" Caroline threw her expensive designer bag onto the large bed, glaring at him with utter disgust.

"I received a very interesting video tonight." Darius stood perfectly still, keeping his breathing completely calm and measured.

"Are you spying on me now?" Caroline crossed her slender arms, her lip curling upward in sheer contempt.

"Someone sent me footage of you and Lorenzo at the restaurant." Darius looked directly into her cold eyes.

"So what?" Caroline let out a harsh mocking laugh. "Are you going to cry about it like a little child? You finally know your proper place in my life."

"My place is supposed to be your husband." Darius clenched his fists slightly at his sides.

"You are a parasite." Caroline walked closer, pointing her sharp fingernail directly at his chest. "You live in my beautiful mansion. You eat my expensive food. You breathe my air. You contribute absolutely nothing to this family. You are a disgusting lazy loser."

"I have supported you through everything for three years." Darius kept his posture rigid and his expression entirely blank.

"You gave me pure garbage." Caroline picked up her gold perfume bottle, admiring her own reflection in the mirror instead of looking at him. "You are just a cheap servant. I run a multimillion dollar corporation. Lorenzo runs a massive empire. You cannot even afford to buy me a decent birthday gift. You are absolute dirt."

"Do you remember when my friends came over last week?" Caroline turned back to face him, her eyes blazing with intense superiority. "You served them drinks like a common waiter. They all laughed at you. They all asked me why a beautiful and successful woman like me keeps such a pathetic loser around."

"I served them because they were guests in our home." Darius felt a deep wave of final disappointment wash over him.

"You served them because you are a servant by nature." Caroline smirked cruelly, tapping her fingers against the vanity table. "You have no ambition. You have no drive. Lorenzo bought me a diamond necklace yesterday just because it was Tuesday. What did you buy me? Nothing. Because you are a worthless piece of dirt."

"We are getting a divorce." Darius looked at the wall, his decision completely final in his mind.

"Excuse me?" Caroline turned her head sharply, a cruel and ugly smile forming on her perfect lips.

"I am leaving you tonight." Darius looked at her without a single trace of emotion.

"Did the stray dog just bark at me?" Caroline threw her head back, a loud laugh escaping her mouth. "You cannot divorce me. You have nowhere to go. You will starve in the cold streets without my money."

"I will have my lawyer send the papers tomorrow morning." Darius walked past her toward the large wooden door.