Sierra Bell didn’t know if all men wanted a loving wife at home while chasing after other women outside. But if her husband was the one who tried that on her, she wasn’t about to let it slide.

Everyone in Jade City knew that Sierra, once the heiress of a wealthy family, was the apple of John Henderson’s eye, who was also the second son of the powerful Henderson family.

He gave her whatever she wanted.

He would make whatever she dreamed of happen.

Their home overflowed with limited-edition pieces from every major brand. Jewelry, handbags, and watches lined up on the walls. The garage was packed with so many sports cars that one would have a problem choosing.

Even at parties, John never left her side, always holding her hand like he was afraid she might get hurt or feel slighted.

Everyone envied her for being so cherished.

Even Sierra herself almost believed John truly loved her.

“Mom?” Her little boy Tommy, still looking half-asleep and sweet, rubbed his eyes and asked in a soft voice, “Are you upset today?”

Sierra gently tucked him in, her eyes full of gentleness. “No, I’m fine.”

He crawled out of bed and, to her surprise, wrapped his arms around her. “Hug.”

Sierra froze for a second.

“I don’t really know why you’re sad, but no matter what happens, I’ll always love you,” he said, hugging her even tighter, like he wanted to share all his warmth with her.

Sierra smiled and patted his back.

In that moment, she found the courage she had been searching for, so she could ask what she wanted to ask.

It was eleven.

Sierra had already put her son to bed and sat in the living room, checking the clock over and over. It was almost midnight by the time the front door finally opened.

John walked in, looking perfectly put together in a crisp white shirt with his tailored black jacket tossed over his arm. His every feature was flawlessly handsome. It was like he was born favored by God, given everything without even trying.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” He came over as usual and sat beside her, pulling her into his arms. His hand slipped under her shirt, tracing along her waist.

Sierra moved his hand away, unable to defend against his skilled offense. “Wait, I need to talk to you.”

“We can talk while we do this,” John said softly, his hand similarly gentle.

Sierra refused. “No.”

“Alright,” John said as he leaned in and kissed her.

Sierra suddenly thought of the lipstick stain on his shirt and those photos. Her stomach twisted, and out of nowhere, she found the strength to push him away.

“What’s wrong?” John frowned, clearly confused by her rejection.

Her heart was pounding from the pressure John was emanating. She hesitated for a moment, then finally looked him in the eye after she built up the courage.

“I saw the photos of you and Pamela Sanders spending the night together at the villa.”

“Yeah.” John didn’t let go of Sierra.

It felt like a knife to the heart. He wasn’t even going to explain?

“Since you know about this already, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” John said, his voice low.

Sierra forced herself to stay calm. “Go ahead.”

“I want you to accept her,” John said, looking straight at her. “She’s important to me.”

Sierra stared at him in disbelief.

He didn’t stop. “As long as you agree, you’ll always be my wife. No one can take your place.”

“Are you hearing yourself?!”

For the first time, Sierra’s temper flared despite her usual gentle demeanor.