Oops! My Gigolo is a CEO

"Babe, I'm wearing Claire's clothes. Do you think I look better, or does she?" The woman's breathy voice came through the door, teasing. "Of course, you, baby." The answer came right away, as if on autopilot. Today marked Claire Rouvet's second wedding anniversary, and her husband, Oliver Rouvet, had promised her a surprise. It certainly was a surprise. Claire let out a sharp laugh and knocked on the door. The moans inside stopped instantly, followed by the sound of frantic scrambling, and then the door opened. Oliver was a mess—his clothes were askew, his lips pale, and the sour stench of s*x still lingered around him. "Didn't you say you'd be home later?" Oliver's eyes widened in panic, but only for a split second. He slowly started straightening his clothes and then sighed, clearly trying to regain composure. "Well, since you've caught me, I won't lie. I like Selina. She's gentler than you, and she's good in bed." Claire's hand, which had been hanging by her side, clenched into a fist, her gaze cutting through him to lock onto Selina Talbot, who sauntered forward with a smug smile. "So, even a high-society lady from a good family can be a mistress, huh?" Oliver scoffed. "Selina is the woman I love. She's not some mistress. Sweetheart, our marriage has been over for a long time. Don't act like you're trying to save it with some moral high ground." Claire felt her blood run cold. When they got married, Oliver swore she was the only one he'd ever love. And now he was cheating, and somehow it was her fault? She smiled bitterly. "I thought this rain came out of nowhere. Turns out... it's just a consequence of someone breaking his vows, as if the heavens is giving him what he deserves." Years ago, Oliver had sworn on the graves of Claire's parents that he would never hurt her, never cheat—if he did, he said, the heavens themselves would punish him. "Vows? What vows? The ones where I promised to marry you in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer?" Oliver's pride cracked, and the sharp sarcasm from Claire only made it worse. In his embarrassment, he started to defend himself in the most desperate, shameless way. "Honestly, with the way you are in bed, who could stand you for more than ten minutes?" Oliver laughed out loud, lifting his chin and looking down at Claire with a sneer. "Babe, I can guarantee you—if it weren't for me, you'd be the most famous old virgin in town." Selina couldn't hold back her laughter, pressing herself against Oliver like a leech. "You're so cruel, Oliver. My 50-year-old uncle Gregory Lyonel just lost his third wife. Maybe he'd be interested in an old virgin." Claire's heart shattered at the cruelty in their words. She couldn't believe the man she once adored would speak to her like this. Her teeth clenched in anger. "Some things are sacred—like dignity. But you seem to have none left. After all these years of living off me, even a dog knows better than to take what it hasn't earned." She gave a bitter laugh. "You and Selina, you're perfect for each other. A cheap throwaway and a garbage collector. I doubt your 'relationship' will last longer than the last shred of your pride." Selina exaggerated her sympathy, cupping Oliver's face and covering his ears, pretending to be hurt. "Oh my god, listen to her, Oliver. How could she say something so horrible about you?" Oliver's face darkened even more. "Hey, let me remind you of something—since you're married to me, everything I've spent is joint property, got it? Even if we divorce, I'm entitled to half. That's my rightful share!" Claire stood there in stunned silence, unable to comprehend how low Oliver had sunk. But what he said next left her breathless. "Selina's a noblewoman, the principal dancer at the ballet company, educated, gorgeous, and absolutely flawless. Even my parents love her..." "Your parents know about this?" Claire interrupted, her voice ice-cold. Looking at Selina's smug, arrogant smile, Claire felt the last bit of her attachment to this marriage die completely. She let out a small, bitter laugh. "So, you've all been waiting for me to step aside, huh? You really have put on quite the show." At that moment, Claire realized that all these years of silently sacrificing for the Rouvet family had been nothing but a joke. And she'd been too blind to see their true faces until now. Oliver furrowed his brow, a mix of annoyance and confusion. "No one's asking you to step aside. Selina loves me, unlike you. She's with me without needing any title or public recognition." Right in front of Claire, he kissed Selina's forehead. "Or we could just make this easier for everyone—Selina could join our marriage. What do you think?" Claire tapped her pinky finger to her ear, pretending to be confused. "Did I just hear that right?" Oliver took her silence for nonsense. "Selina won't replace you. I'm not getting a divorce. I'll live with her outside, and you'll go back to Maison Rouge and live with my parents. Everything will stay the same. You can pretend we don't exist." Claire laughed bitterly. The Rouvet family was financially in shambles. If she hadn't brought in a massive inheritance when she married Oliver, the Rouvet family would have already gone bankrupt and fallen from the upper class. Now, this money that had saved them was somehow considered Claire's "gift" to them? The only reason Oliver hadn't filed for divorce was because he wanted Claire's company, SUN Biotechnologies Group, and the groundbreaking drug she'd developed—a cure for his mother Leah Rouvet's chronic headaches. Oliver was living the dream—taking her money and status while enjoying the excitement Selina brought him. He surely knew how to enjoy himself. Claire had been too blind to see it all before. But now, her heart was ice cold. She smiled faintly with bitter irony. "Sweetheart, I can pretend none of you even exist." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving them behind. The rain continued to fall softly, and Claire felt the dampness on her cheek—was it the rain or her tears? She lifted her gaze to the towering building, and after a long moment, she looked away, a mocking smile on her face. "On the bright side, at least I won't catch an STD from sharing a d**k with someone else."