Divorced Heiress Married Her Brother’s Friend

Sofia’s POV I stared at the beautiful matching rings in the velvet box, unable to contain my excitement as I started anticipating my husband Maxwell’s reaction tonight. They were custom-made gifts for our third anniversary, with our initials engraved on the inner rings. We haven’t had s*x for the past six months, as Max believed that getting the company on track was the top priority. But I would never doubt his love for me - starting a business is an incredibly demanding task that requires tremendous effort and perseverance. Today was definitely a day worth celebrating. In the financial magazine that hit the shelves today, Max became the cover star. Glancing at his handsome features on the book cover, I once again felt that my decision to be with Max against my family’s opposition was still the right one. I vividly recall the moment I informed my father about my decision to marry Maxwell; he was so furious that he nearly burst a blood vessel. "His status is too far from ours, Sophia," he said, "You swan, he frog. You’re making a mistake that you’ll regret for the rest of your life." Three years have passed, and I can confidently say that I have proven my father’s judgment wrong. I intended to take Maxwell to meet my father, and when he discovers my true surname, I hope it will be an even greater surprise for him. My cheeks flushed, and I had even prepared lingerie for tonight’s anniversary. I couldn’t wait and stepped on the gas pedal harder. When I arrived at the front door, I saw Max’s car parked in the garage too. My excitement began to rise, and as soon as I stepped out of the car, I rushed straight to our bedroom. But when I saw the scene inside, my body froze. Through the door crack, I saw two naked figures having s*x in my bedroom. "Oh. f**k! Max! Right there!" The woman’s mouth uttered my husband’s name as she forcefully hooked her legs around the man’s body, pulling him deeper inside her. "You slut, I know you like it rough, don’t you?" The familiar male voice rang out. Then, he raised his buttocks, thrusting into the woman’s v****a even harder. Finally, the man climaxed, satisfied on top of the woman. They both collapsed onto the bed, letting out a satisfied sigh. I couldn’t believe the scene before my eyes. The ground beneath me seemed to spin, and my entire body began to tremble. The gift bag slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor. My sudden movement caught their attention, and both of they turned to look at me. I had never seen the woman before. Her lips appeared unnaturally plump from excessive fillers, and her breasts were obviously fake. And the guy she had s*x with... Oh my God. My head started to spin, and I had to blink hard to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. The man who was untangling his length from the woman’s v****a was Maxwell, my husband, my soulmate, the one I thought I knew better than anyone else in the world. I stood there speechless, my throat burning and aching. "You’re home early?" Maxwell said calmly, his voice devoid of any shock or worry at being caught. "Early?" I stared at him in disbelief, my teeth involuntarily chattering. "That’s all you want to say to me now?" I clenched my teeth, holding back tears, and angrily roared at him. "You bastard! I’ve been working day and night, making efforts to make our lives better, and you repay me by cheating?" As I spoke, my anger became increasingly difficult to control. I recalled how I utilized my design skills to elevate Maxwell into the ranks of the city’s elite. I would stay up late, sketching concepts, refining ideas, and perfecting every detail. There was a time when I had pushed myself to the point of exhaustion, collapsing from fatigue. The doctor informed me that my health had deteriorated due to neglecting meals amidst my busy schedule. However, Maxwell only offered me brief consolation before relentlessly urging me to produce new designs. Years later, our hard work began to bear fruit. My designs caught the attention of the industry, and suddenly, our humble startup became the talk of the town. Maxwell became the face of our success, gracing the cover of a prominent business magazine as the city’s newest elite. But what did I get?! My husband’s p***s had just come out of another b***h’s v****a! He didn’t even show a shred of remorse towards me! As if I were an irrelevant person! "Max, I thought tonight would be just for us. Today is the day you’re reaching the pinnacle of success, but it seems like your wife wants to ruin that moment." The woman with a surgically enhanced face said impatiently, deftly grabbing a T-shirt from Max’s closet and slipping it on. Max’s expression turned cold. "Enough! Sophia. Since you’ve found out, that saves me the trouble of explaining." Without waiting for my reaction, he took a document from the bedside table and tossed it in front of me. It was a divorce agreement. "Sign it. I’ll provide you with alimony. Considering you anonymously design products for my company, I won’t leave you penniless." He shamelessly declared. As I stared at the divorce agreement, my trust shattered, and a wave of disgust washed over me, causing me to gag involuntarily. I had sacrificed everything for his success, and yet, the first thing he did was to dump me. Anger welled up inside me, and I slapped him without hesitation. "f**k you, Max!" Max’s face was struck to the side, and his eyes immediately filled with malice. He glared at me as if I were his enemy. "How dare you lay a hand on me?" His voice was as chilling as ice. He forcefully threw me to the ground. "Sophia, remember, this is the last time I will forgive you." "Oh my God, darling, we need to go to the hospital. Max, call security to make this woman leave, or I’m afraid she will be crazier." The unfamiliar woman stepped forward, her voice dripping with venom. Max snorted, ready to reach for the phone to call the guards. I endured the pain and stood in his way. My tears had dried up, and I grabbed the divorce agreement, saying in a desperate voice, "Fine, let’s divorce. I felt so disgusted when I saw your p***s going in and out of another woman’s v****a. I wanted to leave here immediately!" Max and the woman let out satisfied laughs, but I haven’t finished my words. "I won’t sign any documents unless my lawyer reviews and approves them. I won’t believe that you, a morally corrupt bastard, would draft a fair agreement." "I don’t care. But I believe all the influential lawyers in this city will refuse you because you’re a worthless orphan! And my lover, Scarlett, is the cousin of Julian, the CEO of the Blackwood Group. Her status is a hundred times higher than yours," Max said smugly. "Even if you’re a country bumpkin, you must have heard of the Blackwood Group. It covers all industries, and no other group can surpass its wealth. And because of me, you’re lucky enough to have seen the heiress from the Blackwood Group." I wanted to kill him, but I had a better way to make him pay. An orphan? The Blackwood Group? I scoffed inwardly. Max will deeply regret it once he discovers the truth. I have to get out of here right away. The air is saturated with the smell of Max and his prostitute engaging in their intimate activities, and it’s making me feel sick. I’m worried that the overpowering odor might cause me to faint. When I stood by the roadside, aware that the person Max had sent to escort me had already left, I dialed a number and the call connected instantly. "Miss Blackwood, did you just say you want to cancel your private jet to New York?" A female voice came through the phone. "Yes," I said firmly. Then I hung up and tremblingly dialed another number. "Dad, you were right about everything. Maxwell, the marriage, all of it. I was once blinded by love, but now I see him through. I’m ready to come back." "Welcome home, my heiress."