Betrayed On Our Anniversary, I Quit

Right on her wedding anniversary, the video Anne Brooks had been waiting for from her private detective hit her phone. One look at the background told her everything. They were in a hotel room. And there, her husband, Wayne Salvador, was kissing a woman in a pink nurse uniform like a man starved, wild and unrestrained. His Adam's apple bobbed roughly up and down, throaty, shuddering moans of utter bliss spilling from his lips. "Sasha... Sasha..." At first, Anne couldn't parse the name falling from his mouth. But the second the woman's face cleared into focus, every drop of blood in her body froze and rushed backward, leaving her cold all over. That woman was none other than Sasha Guevarra, Anne’s older half-sister, and the monster who tormented and bullied her nonstop for three full years back in high school. In the video, Wayne arrogantly made Sasha change into one costume after another for cosplay, claimed her in every position imaginable, and bit and gnawed at her body like a rabid dog. His dark eyes burned with the savage satisfaction of revenge, but underneath that rage, lingered a thick, all-consuming longing that couldn't be erased. When they hit their peak, Sasha let out a sharp scream and sank her teeth hard into his lip. "Wayne! I'll never stop coming for you until one of us is dead!" "Till one of us is dead? I'll take every bit of it," Wayne growled, crushing his mouth harder against hers, his tone brutal and unyielding. "And you're going to take it too." Right after that, another message popped up from the detective. Detective: They're still at the hotel right now, this is already the seventh round. If you go catch them red-handed right now, there's still time. Anne's whole body went cold as ice. Following the detective's location pin, she grabbed a knife and rushed straight over, blind with rage. She slammed the hotel room door open and swung the knife straight at Sasha, only for Wayne to throw himself in front of her to block the blow. The blade sliced deep into his left arm, bright blood welling up instantly from the gash. He only let out a low grunt, his voice scraping rough and terrifying when he spoke, "Anne, don't do anything stupid. If you want to cut someone, cut me." Anne's lips trembled so hard she could barely get her words out. "Wayne. What if I insist on cutting her?" Sasha let out a shrill scream and fainted dead away. A flash of killing intent suddenly cut through Wayne's eyes, and the sight made Anne's heart clench so tight it hurt. She'd seen that exact same look once before, years ago, when her enemies had come after her. That was the look he'd given the man who'd hurt her. "Anyone else you want to deal with, I don't care what you do to them." Gritting his teeth against the agony, his face gone deathly pale and sweat beading and rolling down his forehead, he pulled on his clothes, then carefully lifted Sasha into his arms bridal-style. As he walked out, he tossed those cold words over his shoulder, "Only her. You can't touch her." Anne stared at his retreating back, and her legs finally gave out. She crumpled limply into her assistant's arms. What a familiar line that was. Those words slammed into her, yanking her straight back years ago, back when Sasha had stood in front of the entire school and screamed that Anne was an illegitimate daughter, then dumped a whole bucket of garbage all over her. Wayne had grabbed a stool and charged straight at Sasha, his eyes blood-red and blazing as he said, "If you want to bully someone, bully me! You don't get to touch Anne!" A sharp gasp from her assistant snapped her back to the present. "President Brooks! You're bleeding from your nose! I'm taking you to the hospital right now!" After the initial exams, Anne waited for her results in the ward. That was when her assistant, trembling from head to toe, held out a thick stack of documents. "President Brooks... I thought you should see this." Row after row of damning transfer records and extravagant spending entries, even the paperwork for that house he bought in the suburbs just four months ago, stared back at her, burning her retinas. Her fingers went slack, and the flimsy sheets of paper slipped right out of her grasp. The truth hit her like a sledgehammer. Wayne had been keeping Sasha as his mistress for three whole years! It started right after the Guevarra family collapsed, when Wayne and her business was just getting off the ground. But back then, he'd acted like she was the only person in the whole world. He'd even sworn he would make Sasha pay tenfold for every rotten thing she'd done to Anne. Everyone in their circle knew, for ten years, Wayne and Anne were the crazy, pure-obsessed ride-or-die couple. He loved her down to his bones. Back when they were broke and starving, he'd even begged on the streets just to scrape together enough money to buy her a birthday gift. For ten years, he'd stayed faithful only to her. If another woman so much as brushed past him, he'd go sanitize his whole body right after. And she'd done the same for him. She'd clawed her way to the top to become the feared 'Battle Demon of the Business World', making countless enemies just to carve out a place for them both. They were two outcasts. He was the disgraced illegitimate son of the Salvador family, she was the spit-upon illegitimate daughter of the Guevarra family. Two people drowning in the mire, and together they'd fought tooth and nail to carve a bloody path straight into the upper echelons of high society. On the day their company went public, Wayne rented out every giant billboard across the entire city. He got down on one knee right in front of everyone and proposed. "Anne, this is our victory. From now on, no one will ever dare look down on us again." Fireworks bloomed across the night sky all night long, bright as the blazing light in his eyes that night. And now, less than a year after their wedding, he'd thrown his affair right in her face for everyone to see. He'd slapped her so hard it burned. Then the diagnosis came. The doctor's expression was grave as he said, "You have a malignant tumor in your brain. We need to operate as soon as possible. Go call your family right away." "Family?" Anne let out a bitter laugh and shook her head. If thirty minutes ago she could still say she had Wayne. Right now? She had no family left at all. That night, Wayne never came home. He only sent Anne a single message. Wayne: You scared her today. She can't sleep properly, so I won't be coming back tonight. At the c***k of dawn the next morning, Anne brought a group of men with her, kidn*pped Sasha right out of the restaurant and brought her back to her mansion. She stared at Sasha, who wore a cheap waitress uniform, and let out a cold, biting sneer. "Quit the act. Wayne's poured so much money into you. Why would he let you wait tables here?" Sasha held her chin high, every bit the same arrogant bully she'd been back in school. "I don't want your stinking money. You and that Salvador bastard will always be illegitimate brats, never good enough for high society. Every cent you have is dirty! "And another thing… keep your man on a tighter leash. If he can't get satisfied, tell him to go pay a w***e. Don't let him touch me, I think he's dirty!" The second the words left her mouth, Anne nodded and barked an order at her bodyguard. "Slap her mouth shut." The bodyguard's hand flew up and down, and before long Sasha's whole face swelled up bruised and puffy. She spat out a mouthful of blood and still sneered through the pain. "Anne, stop lying to yourself! You're just an illegitimate daughter who got lucky as hell. You don't deserve the life you have, and you're gonna crash and burn one of these days!" At that exact second, Wayne came bursting through the door. His eyes were blood-red, and he sent the bodyguard flying across the room with one brutal kick. "Anne!" His face was carved from ice as he bit out every word slowly and heavily, "Didn't I tell you? You do not touch her!"