The Ascent of Jeffery Flamel; Restoring Alchemy's Legacy

Today is the fifth anniversary of Jeffery and his wife's wedding, and he returned home early.

He prepared a large bouquet of roses, planning to invite his wife to a candlelight dinner to give her a big surprise.

After all, it had been a long time since they had such moments.

After his pet hospital closed, his income sharply decreased, and Cora's attitude towards him changed significantly; they hadn't been close for a long time.

Jeffery had been trying to revive his business, but the results were not good.

He came home early today to surprise his wife Cora, hoping to restore the harmonious relationship they once had.

However, as soon as he walked in the house, he heard noise coming from the bedroom.

Jeffery felt a bit strange; who could be in the house?

Cora should be at work at this time.

He approached the bedroom and heard a woman's scream coming from inside.

“Yes... Adam. Deeper, fuck me... oh yes...”

“Please... please... Fuck me harder!”

He froze. It’s his wife’s voice.

“Yes, moan for me, you slut. That's it.”

This couldn't be real.

Hearing the gradually approaching panting sounds from the bedroom, Jeffery was furious to the extreme and was about to break in.

Every time Jeffery wants to get intimate with her, she always makes excuses to avoid it!

He wanted to see for himself which man was making his wife moan like a slut!

Just as he was about to step into the bedroom, Cora's satisfied voice drifted out from the bedroom which made him halt his steps.

“So, dear Adam…”

"How is my promotion going?"

"Don't worry, my dear, getting you a promotion is just a matter of my word."

“I am the heir to the Whitmore industries and my father would listen to me.”

Jeffery realized who that man was.

It’s him!

Adam Luke! His wife’s boss!

The notorious playboy extraordinaire who had a bad reputation for seducing his father's female employees, chasing women and even forcing his girlfriends to have abortions.

Simply put, Adam Luke was a despicable man.

Jeffery stopped at the door.

It seemed she hooked up with her boss just for the sake of a promotion.

Jeffrey's fists tightened as he swore under his breath, trying to listen in on the conversation.

“You’re so sweet.” She whispered.

“You're a true man, he could never make me as satisfied as you make me.”

“Bitch.” Jeffery cursed, gripping the door frame until his knuckles were white.

Adam laughed smugly.

"Interesting that your husband has been cuckolded, that's really tragic."

"What's wrong, do you feel sorry for him?" Cora asked.

"Feel sorry for him my ass!" Adam laughed, "I'm just a bit regretful that he didn't get to see you in that seductive state under me."

"Alright, stop talking about it!"

"Am I making you feel sorry for him? Well, after all, you two were together for five years..."

"What nonsense are you talking about, he's a loser, why would I feel sorry for him!" Cora said disdainfully.

Outside the door, Jeffrey heard this and his breath quickened, his face turned bright red, and his eyes almost seemed to spit fire.

“I will divorce him soon, and we will start a real life together. Just you and me. I love you.”

Jeffery was stunned.

She was already planning to leave him?

There was a few seconds of silence inside.

“We will, Cora. I love you, too.” Adam said slowly.

Jeffery realized Adam just wanted to have fun with Cora and didn't want to marry her.

“Yes!” she continued, “I mean, look at him—stuck in that miserable job, never getting anywhere. I deserve so much better.”

How could she talk about him like this?

“I’ve waited so long for a man like you, Adam. I’m done pretending with Jeffrey. I want a real life with you.”

Cora’s voice turned softer.

“I’ve had enough of that fatherless piece of shit. Honestly, he’s a spineless, good-for-nothing parasite. He’s lucky I even gave him the time of day. He’s a stain on my past.”

They both burst into laughter.

Jeffrey’s hand clenched into a fist. He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Enough!” he shouted.

Without thinking, he kicked out the door.

“You son of a bitch!”