Chapter 1
The reckless heiress Natalie Mitchell married Cassian Stewart, the most powerful tycoon in the city.
But on their fifth wedding anniversary, Cassian gave Natalie an unforgettable surprise.
A lingering scent of intimacy filled the air. Natalie was held in the man's arms, her hair messy and clinging to the sweat-damp skin of her neck. Her cheeks were still flushed with desire.
"Darling, do you like it?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you? I specially bought this sleepwear..."
Natalie flipped over and straddled his lap. She gathered the long strands of hair at her temples and was about to lower her head to kiss his lips when she suddenly caught a scent of perfume that did not belong to her.
As a professional perfumer, she was extremely sensitive to fragrances.
"Honey, did you change your perfume?"
The words had just fallen when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.
Cassian's personal secretary walked out cautiously, barefoot and wrapped in a bathrobe.
"Mr. Stewart… I think I've learned enough. I'm ready."
The girl had fair skin, and transparent droplets of water slid down from her collarbone.
Seeing Natalie and Cassian intertwined on the bed, she lowered her head in embarrassment and bit her lip, not daring to say another word.
"You've learned it? Good girl. Come here, let me reward you." Cassian motioned the girl over.
She immediately tiptoed toward him and, in front of Natalie, kissed him deeply and inseparably.
Seeing this scene, Natalie felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head. She froze in place, unable to move.
She looked at Cassian, trembling as she spoke, "Cassian, what are you doing?"
"Can't you tell?" The man reluctantly broke away from the girl's lips and casually pulled her into his arms.
"The little girl is inexperienced and doesn't know many things. I told her my wife is very skilled in bed, so I brought her here to learn." His tone was lazy and indifferent. "I thought you might not be willing to share your experience, so I let her secretly watch from inside. I have to say, you're still the best in bed. But… it's understandable. It's her first time."
Natalie's eyes widened in disbelief, filled with shock and humiliation.
She bit her lip and, without any hesitation, suddenly raised her hand and slapped him. "How dare you! Cassian, have you lost your mind? You brought another woman here on our fifth wedding anniversary… and even let her watch us in bed!"
The slap was hard. Blood trickled from the corner of Cassian's mouth, but he did not get angry. He simply wiped it away slowly and lit a cigarette.
"Enough. Stop making a scene. It's just for fun. The little girl needed money, so I lent her one hundred thousand dollars. She wanted to repay me and insisted on offering herself. I couldn't exactly refuse, could I?"
He reached out, trying to pull Natalie into his arms again, but she dodged him. He did not insist, only took a deep drag from his cigarette.
"Don't be so petty, my wife. You are Mrs. Stewart. There's no need to compete with a young girl. Aria Langdon doesn't want a title, she just wants to make me happy. Maybe… she could make you happy too."
The young woman quickly nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Stewart, I'm not interested in marriage. I'm a lifelong single-minded person. I don't plan to get married. As long as I can get a chance to repay Mr. Stewart, I'm already satisfied."
Natalie looked at the two of them and felt nauseated. "Cassian, let's get divorced."
