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One month ago, I was on a business trip abroad.

I received a video from a friend.

The video showed Scarlett having dinner with her brother, Eason, at a restaurant.

"Sis, why don't you ask that sugar daddy for another 300 grand?"

My wife frowned, "Didn't I just give you some not long ago?"

"I've got a new girlfriend recently, and she doesn't like my current car."

"Besides, sis, you're going to divorce him sooner or later anyway."

Their conversation left me wide-eyed and utterly shocked.

Every time Eason sees me, he calls me 'bro' so affectionately.

He's always so warm and tries to please me in every way.

I never imagined he'd call me a sugar daddy behind my back.

"Let's wait a bit on the divorce. I'm trying to figure out how to leave him with nothing."

In that moment, my heart felt like it was being pierced by countless sharp objects.

The person who shares my bed has been plotting against me all along.

What Eason said next plunged me even deeper into despair.