Empty Love: My Rise in the Face of a Heartless Wife

At the company's annual meeting, my wife publicly accused me of cheating.

She displayed photos of me entering and leaving a hotel with my female assistant on the big screen.

My so-called best friend also stepped forward to claim I had been cheating for a long time and showed what he called "evidence."

In response to their "evidence," I threw out photos of the two of them lying naked together.

"Open your eyes and see clearly who the real cheater is," I said.

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"Wyatt! I'm at home raising your kids. Why would you do this to me!" she shouted.

She threw a stack of photos in my face, snapping me back to reality.

I was stunned as I looked down at my perfectly intact body.

Did I... get a second chance?

My colleagues stared at me with strange expressions.

"Ask yourself. Since I married you, I've put you first in everything. And this is how you repay me?" Sophia cried out. Her tears fell freely.

"What did I ever do to deserve this? I'm carrying your child!" she screamed. Her voice filled with pain.

Sophia yelled at me in agony. Her tears flowed as if they were free.

On the outside, I appeared calm. But I secretly pinched my thigh where no one could see, trying to stay rational.

My heart burned with hatred. As I looked at the woman in front of me, I wanted nothing more than to tear off her deceitful mask.

Thank God for giving me a second chance.

In my past life, the situation was exactly the same.

Sophia somehow got hold of those photos and displayed them on the big screen during the company's annual meeting.

No matter how much I tried to explain, it was useless.

To make things worse, my so-called best friend Matthew also stepped forward to back her up.

"I told you to be careful and not get caught. Now look at the mess you've made and the damage it's caused the company," he said.

With that one sentence, he solidified the label of "cheater" on me.

All because he was my childhood friend.

We grew up together like brothers. Of course, his words carried weight.

Back then, Sophia caught me off guard. Before I could explain, Matthew showed more intimate photos of me with other women.

My boss, fearing I would bring the company down, fired me on the spot.

Dazed and confused, I walked home, only to be hit by a runaway car.

But now, looking at the photos on the company's big screen and the excitement on Sophia's face, I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of the screen.

Then, I quietly dialed the police.

My actions stunned Sophia. She looked to Matthew, who was hiding in the crowd, for help.

"Hello, police? I was drugged and taken to a hotel without my knowledge. Yes, I have evidence. I hope you can investigate and clear my name..." I said.

Before I could finish, Sophia angrily slapped my phone out of my hand.

The phone hit the ground, its screen shattering into pieces.

"Why are you calling the police? Are you out of your mind?" she shouted, glaring at me.

I innocently spread my hands. "You're accusing me of cheating, but I have no memory of it. The only possibility is that I was drugged. Don't worry, I'll make sure that person ends up in jail for life."

As I said this, I shot a meaningful glance at Matthew in the crowd.

Realizing I was serious, Matthew quickly stepped out of the crowd and tried to smooth things over.

"Calm down, everyone. Sophia, you can't just conclude Wyatt is cheating based on a single photo. Isn't there anything you two can't work out as a couple?" he said, trying to defuse the situation.

I kept silent. I watched as he kept signaling to Sophia, but she remained unmoved. It was almost laughable.

How blind was I in my past life to not see what was going on between them?

Suppressing the coldness in my eyes, I listened as Matthew continued to persuade Sophia.

"Think about how good Wyatt has been to you. He hands over his entire salary every month. The house is even in your name only. If you're going to doubt him over one photo, I'll have to stand up for him."

He and Sophia bickered in front of the coworkers, ignoring everyone around them.

If you listened closely to what he said, you'd realize he was actually hinting at Sophia to bring out more evidence of my so-called cheating, to seal the deal.

I smirked bitterly, feeling sorry for myself.

If I hadn't gone through that death, I'd never have known that today was a carefully planned show between the two of them to ruin me.

Ever since my sister, Luna passed away, I had treated Sophia as my only family.

She said she didn't feel secure, so I put only her name on the house deed.

I deposited my entire salary into her account every month and handled everything around the house.

It's no exaggeration to say that since marrying me, she's lived a life of luxury.

I thought I had done enough. Even a stone should warm up eventually, right?

I never expected it to end like that.

In this life, I'm going to take back everything that's mine and expose their affair, leaving them with nothing!

With a dark expression, Sophia displayed the photos that Matthew was supposed to reveal on the screen.

The photos showed me entering and leaving hotels with other women, laughing and chatting.

"That first photo might not mean much, but what about these? Wyatt, do you really think I'd expose you in front of everyone without solid evidence?" Sophia said.

I couldn't help but laugh as she stared at me in disappointment.

The people around us were shocked that I could still laugh at this point.

I looked at Matthew. "Do you want to tell them, or should I?"

Matthew put on a troubled expression. "It's not that I don't want to help you, man. But you didn't give me a heads-up. If I slip up and you two end up divorced, wouldn't that make me the bad guy?"

He panicked and started waving his hands as if he just realized what he had implied.

"It's not what you think. I really didn't know," he stammered.

Watching him put on such a show, I sighed.

After knowing him for over twenty years, I wanted to see how much of our friendship was real and how much was fake.

Now, it was clear. I had been fooling myself. I didn't see through him in time, which is why I ended up where I did in my past life.

"Is that so? Don't worry. You'll remember soon enough," I said, turning to my boss with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry for what happened today. But there's something I need to ask to clear my name.

"Do you remember the time in those photos? We had a difficult client that day. We went out to dinner with them and closed the deal. Matthew and Isabella were there too," I said.

Hearing this, Matthew's face suddenly grew tense.

My boss squinted. He recalled the details and slowly nodded.

In the crowd, Isabella also stepped forward to support my story.

She said we didn't finish until nearly midnight and that Matthew was the one who drove me home.

"What's going on? He drove Wyatt home. How could he not know what Wyatt did that night?" someone in the crowd muttered.

"Honestly, I thought Wyatt was guilty!" another coworker sneered.

"Good thing Wyatt has a sharp memory. Otherwise, he'd be in serious trouble," someone else chimed in.

The mocking voices of our coworkers reached Matthew's ears, and his expression grew more and more grim.

I watched him with a cold, sarcastic smile.

In my past life, I was so desperate to prove my innocence that I overlooked a lot of important details.

Now, I could see that all it was lack of evidence.

That client was incredibly difficult, and it took us a long time to close the deal.

The dinner went late into the night. I was so drunk that I could barely stand, let alone take another woman to a hotel.

All eyes were on Matthew. He stammered for a while but couldn't come up with a single excuse.

If he said even one wrong word, his job would be in jeopardy.

Seeing this, Sophia suddenly lay on the floor, clutching her stomach and crying out in pain.

At this point, no one cared about the cheating accusations anymore. Someone immediately called an ambulance.

Just before I left, my boss called out to me, "Wyatt, I hope you can handle this properly. Don't let me down."