Part 1After I, the Star Lawyer, Resigned, My Wife's Firm Collapsed

On the eve of the annual company party, my wife said she had a surprise for me, a top-tier lawyer. However, the next day, she publicly quintupled the bonus for the marketing manager. For me, she only said, "Keep up the good work next year."

When I questioned this, my wife dismissed it casually:

"Your cases were indeed well-handled, but without Charlie's promotion, you wouldn't have become a star lawyer."

"Besides, we're married. What's mine is yours. Why fuss over a little bonus?"

Everyone was waiting for a scene, but I didn't make one. Instead, I remained silent until the end of the party.

The next day, I personally placed my resignation letter on my wife's desk.

"You might as well add my salary to Charlie's. Consider it a wedding gift for you two."

My wife angrily called me petty and cursed that I'd only end up unemployed.

But she forgot that as an experienced top-tier lawyer like me, there were plenty of prestigious law firms eager to hire me.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Grace threw her bag onto the sofa, her face cold and refusing to communicate. I rubbed my temples, feeling utterly exhausted.

Since we left work, Grace and I had been arguing about what happened at the law firm's annual party today.

I couldn't understand why she downplayed my achievements, nor could I comprehend the point of excessively praising Charlie, a newcomer who had just joined the firm.

Grace, however, thought I was being petty, fighting over such small favors with Charlie.

As the argument went on, neither of us was willing to back down, and the atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

At that moment, Grace's phone buzzed with a message notification. She took out her phone, and after looking at it, her face showed obvious annoyance.

"There's an urgent matter at the firm that needs my attention. Lucas, I don't want to argue with you about this. You'd better shape up, and don't forget to prepare and send me the case analysis for tomorrow's work."

"If you continue being so petty, I can't help you. We've been married for five years, and you're hung up on this little money. I'm so disappointed in you."

"I'm being petty?" I felt utterly powerless. Grace always changed the subject during arguments, never directly addressing an issue. Every time Charlie was mentioned, she had a bunch of excuses about being busy.

Most often, she would use the fact that we're married as a reason to tell me not to be so calculative.

For the next few minutes, I had nothing to say.

Grace complained that she had worked all day, so she specifically took a shower before returning to the bedroom to change clothes. During this time, we didn't speak, falling into a cold war.

But life can't go on like this; someone has to make the first move.

"Honey..." After pondering for a moment, I was about to take the initiative to make peace when I inadvertently noticed something strange.

Grace was secretly stuffing something into her pants. As I got closer, I was shocked to see it was a pair of black stockings!

The words I was about to say got stuck in my throat. I couldn't say them, nor could I swallow them back. My heart suddenly sank.

I couldn't help but think about how Grace's attitude towards me had changed over the past six months.

She always had work to discuss, was always on business trips, and her attitude towards me became increasingly impatient. We hadn't even had any intimate moments as a couple for a long time.

At this moment, I finally realized she was having an affair. After a moment of hesitation, I instinctively wanted to stop her, but then I paused.

I suppressed the anger in my heart, thinking that I might as well use this incident to divorce her directly, since my marriage with Grace had long been just a facade.

Thinking this, I quietly retreated from the bedroom and sat directly on the sofa, waiting.

Grace came out not long after, looking slightly nervous.

"Lucas, did you call me just now?"

Hearing this, I looked up and perfectly feigned a confused expression. "No, I didn't."

Seeing that I showed no signs of suspicion, Grace visibly relaxed, her face turning cold again.

"I need to go back to the firm now. We'll talk about the year-end bonus when I get back. I might not be able to come home tonight."

Then, without waiting for my response, she hurriedly left.

A few minutes later, after calculating the time it would take her to drive out of the neighborhood, I got dressed, went downstairs, and took a taxi to follow her.

From the moment Grace left home, she wasn't heading in the direction of the law firm!