Deadly Vortex: Love, Secrets, and Murder

1 It was my wedding anniversary with Rose, and I deliberately came home early to celebrate with her properly. I had just walked into the living room when I heard people chatting in the bedroom. It was her voice and that of a boy. She said, “Two-thirds of the company is mine. If I want him dead, he'll die." The boy chimed in, "You're amazing, sis." Through the slightly open door, I saw a boy lying on her chest, like an obedient puppy. I recognized that boy. He was my son Dan's college classmate; they had even had a party at our house last week. Now he was in bed with my wife ，a woman he should be calling "aunt." I pushed open the door, and the boy immediately panicked, running away with his pants in his arms, not even having time to put on his clothes. Rose looked at me provocatively: Divorce me, Wang. Do you dare？ No, I didn't dare. I couldn't risk my reputation and family, and I certainly couldn't let her take away two-thirds of my business for nothing all of which I had worked so hard to build. I took a deep breath, then forced a smile. What are you talking about? It's just playing around with a young boy, I said with a laugh. She looked at me, her eyes full of contempt. She seemed unable to believe that her man could be so impotent and weak. Little did she know, from that moment on, she was dead to me. Back then, Rose's parents looked down on me, a penniless poor boy, thinking I wasn't worthy of their Song family's eldest daughter. But she disregarded her family's opposition and stubbornly insisted on marrying me, even if it meant breaking ties with her family. In the end, her parents compromised. Not only did they agree to let her marry me, but they also gave us a small sum as startup capital for our business. Without that money, it might have taken a few more years for my career to get on track and for me to afford this house at No. 8 Yong' an Garden. Because of this, I've never mistreated her all these years. Even though she never participated in running the company, even though she only knew how to eat, drink, and be merry, I still let her have the lion's share of our family assets and company shares. The capital she boasted about to the young boy in bed was all real. I knew I came from a humble background, and marrying her was like marrying a fairy from heaven, so I did my best to treat her well. Whatever she wanted, I would find a way to give her . But she never seemed to have thought about being a wife. Defying the whole world to be with me seemed to be the pinnacle of our love, and it was all downhill from there. She spent extravagantly, abused illegal substances, and mixed with a crowd of unknown riffraff. I could tolerate all of this; I thought she would eventually come to her senses. Later, we had a son named Dan, and then a daughter named Anna. For a long time, our family of four was the envy of others. But only I knew that she had never had a moment of stability or health. As time went on, our children grew up, the company got bigger, and I became busier. I devoted myself entirely to this family and this company, to give her and the children a better life. But her coldness and contempt for me grew day by day. My repeated tolerance only led to her becoming more outrageous, and now she had lost even the last shred of loyalty. Not only did she look down on me as a person, but she also wanted to seize my property and my life. She had crossed my bottom line. Now she's become so arrogant and foolish as to tell my son's college classmate in bed that if she wants me dead, I'll die. I've reached the point where I can't help but fight back. I know very well that if she can say it, she can do it. She could go crazy for me back then, and now she could go crazy for other boys. All these years, she has never changed. The only thing I'm grateful for is that she hasn't truly fallen in love with anyone yet. Her saying such things to that boy is ultimately just playing with the power of s*x. But what if one day she really falls in love with someone? I dare not think about it. I must make the first move. 3 The next day, I installed hidden listening devices all over the house. Installing cameras would have been too big a project to hide from Rose, so I had to settle for listening devices as the next best option. Little did I know that this choice, which prevented me from seeing the full picture, would ultimately plunge me into an endless abyss of darkness. After installing the listening devices, I called Dan over and told him I was now allowing him to host parties at home every week. "Huh?" He was surprised. He had always loved inviting his friends over for parties every week. But I always complained about the noise, accused him of only knowing how to have fun, and scolded him for not taking things seriously. Whenever there was a party in the living room, I would give him a stern lecture. Now that I suddenly allowed it, he was understandably confused. "You can invite your classmates, your friends, and even friends of friends," I said. "Turn our home into a regular social venue. It will be beneficial for your future career development." Here's the English translation of the passage you provided: I explained. "Yeah, yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking, Dad. You're so wise," he said with a grin. He wasn't thinking any such thing; he just wanted to have fun. I've never liked this weak, incompetent, pampered son, and I never thought he could inherit my business. Compared to him, his sister Little Anna is practically a heaven-sent talent. Anna is smart and quick-witted, calm and collected in the face of problems. Even though she's only twenty, she already handles matters like a seasoned leader. More impressively, she's seen through men's shallowness from a young age and has never been swayed by sweet talk or romantic tricks. In this family, Anna is the only relative I truly value. Dan, on the other hand, is just a good-for-nothing playboy, spoiled by his mother. But it's fortunate that he's a pleasure-seeking playboy; it gives me the opportunity to arrange everything now. That, the boy Rose took to bed came from one of his parties. My son's party are Rose's hunting ground, and they will also be her inescapable grave. 4 These playboy parties usually have people coming and going, with many "friends of friends." Because of this, most people don't know each other, which gives me the opportunity to arrange for someone to go in. I found a paid male model through a close friend and had him seduce Rose. That young man was incredibly handsome. He used to be an idol, having participated in a popular boy group audition show, but didn't make the final cut. After the show, he struggled in the entertainment industry for a few years without making a name for himself, and wanted to terminate his contract with the company. But he was scammed by the company and somehow ended up with several million in debt. With no other choice, he had to sell his body. The connections he had built up before now became his clients, mostly wealthy businessmen and celebrities. His fans don't know that he's now in the flesh trade; they all think he left the entertainment industry to live a normal life. "Your task is to make her fall in love with you," I said, handing him a photo of Rose. He glanced at it dismissively, "That's easy." That night, he came to Dan's party. He was so handsome that he caught the attention of all the boys and girls, but his eyes were only on Rose. Rose was naturally pleased. Over the years, although she had taken good care of herself and still retained her charm, she was after all over forty, and her self-confidence had been diminishing. Now, with a young, handsome man throwing himself at her, she was naturally flattered. That night, she kept the young man at home. For the next three days, they indulged in sensual pleasures at home. Through the listening devices, I heard her passionate cries, something I hadn't heard because of me for many years. I thought things would continue to progress smoothly, but on the fourth night, I heard an unexpected conversation. Rose said to him, "Don't come anymore after this. I'm sick of looking at you." Then she slammed the door in his face.