My Wife’s Wedding Confession

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At the wedding ceremony, the officiant asked my wife Oliver to give her marriage vows.

I never expected her to slap herself in front of everyone.

This slap is for blaming myself for choosing wrong. Three years ago, I listened to my parents and stayed in the country, missing out on my true love!

I looked at my parents' slightly angry faces and shook my head to stop them.

Unexpectedly, she slapped herself again.

"The second slap is for blaming myself for personally killing my own unborn child!"

My whole body stiffened. I'd been with Oliver for three years, and we'd never had a child. So she'd been pregnant with another man's baby?

"The third slap is to apologize to my parents. Dad, Mom, Marcus, I'm sorry. The wedding will be postponed. Today, I'm going to the airport to pick up Hernandez."

That day, I became the laughingstock of Seattle's entire elite circle.

The next day, I called a press conference and announced two things:

First, I was publicly auctioning off my marriage to the highest bidder.

Second, I would launch a full-scale commercial assault on the Oliver Group until it went bankrupt.

As soon as I finished the announcement, the reporters below erupted in chaos!

"Mr. Marcus, yesterday Miss Oliver said your wedding would be postponed. Now you're auctioning off your marriage and openly targeting the Oliver Group's assets. Does this mean you're completely breaking ties with Miss Oliver?"

"Mr. Marcus, I heard Miss Oliver pursued you for three whole years, and you observed her for three years as well. Can you really bear to let her go now?"

I suddenly gripped the microphone tighter in my hand. After a long pause, I adjusted my breathing and responded: "From now on, Oliver and I can only be enemies. There's no affection left between us!"

I looked down at my phone. An unknown number had sent me a video.

In the video, Oliver's hand was removing Hernandez's last piece of clothing.

And on her wrist, she was still wearing the latest Patek Philippe watchthe birthday gift I'd given her.

I looked up, a cold smile tugging at the corner of my mouth, and pointed my phone toward the reporters.

"You've all worked hard today. I want to give you a big gift."

Oliver's cheating video was recorded by dozens of media outlets.

Three hours later, it exploded across all of Seattle.

[Oliver Family Elite Scandal! Abandons Newlywed Husband for Secret Lover, Explicit Video Leaked!]

[Shocking! Oliver Abandons Wealthy Husband, Late-Night Hotel Rendezvous with Lover, Private Photos All Exposed!]

I was reading gossip while peeling fruit when Oliver showed up at my door with Hernandez.

She swept everything off the table with one swipe, then grabbed my throat and demanded I apologize to Hernandez!

"Marcus, I only delayed the wedding a few days, and you exposed my video with Hernandez."

"He's just a recent college graduate. How can he handle all this abuse?"

I took a deep breath. "You publicly abandoned me on our wedding day. Did you ever think about how I could handle that?"

Her hand tightened around my throat. I was suffocating, my face turning red.

"You're just an illegitimate son the Williams family doesn't even want. What do you need dignity for!"

My heart suddenly plummeted into an abyss.

When we first got together, she'd said my status wasn't respected, but she would help me become a big player in Seattle.

Now, she was using what I cared about most to stab me in the heart!

If that's how it is, then prepare to face the revenge of this unwanted bastard!

Before I lost consciousness, I closed my eyes and plunged the fruit knife in my hand deep into Hernandez's right palm.

"Oliver, I've never been your plaything to summon and dismiss at will."

"Oliver, blood!" Hernandez screamed and lunged forward.

"You, you dare hurt Hernandez, you maniac!"

I grabbed Hernandez's hand, brandishing the bloody blade, tracing it across his face.

"If you want to fight me, you should weigh whether you're up to it."

"Slap..." A heavy blow struck my cheek, burning with pain.

"Hernandez is the person I treasure most. You can hurt me, but if you dare touch him, I'll make your whole family pay!"

I froze. The strength I'd been faking since yesterday shattered like spider silk.

On rainy days, when my stepmother Tillman and my brother Theo locked me outside in the rain, she'd held me and said the same thing.

She'd said, Marcus is the person I love most. If any of you bully him again, I'll make the Williams family disappear from Seattle.

How ridiculous!

I took out my phone and called my secretary.

"Spread the wordwhoever can bankrupt the Oliver Group, I'll marry them!"

I'd adjusted my emotions. My voice was calm, but my face was filled with determination.

I turned to look at Oliver and sneered: "The humiliation I sufferedyour entire family will pay for it!"

Her face turned pale, then red, then pale again.

"Don't be afraid, Oliver. He's just a bastard. How could he possibly have that kind of power!" Hernandez said, holding Oliver's arm.

I gave a cold laugh and walked step by step toward Hernandez: "The revenge that belongs to you is coming soon too."

"I want to see how long your true love can last in the face of profit and money!"

I had the butler escort them both out.

I walked to the desk by the floor-to-ceiling window and issued an ordershort-sell all Oliver Group stock.

I stared at the constantly changing numbers and stock trend charts on the screen, the corner of my mouth turning up.

The humiliation I suffered at the wedding was finally being avenged, sweet and complete, in this moment.

In just three hours, Oliver Group's stock had dropped three points. But it wasn't enough!

My phone vibrated at that moment.

"Marcus, stop this right now. If you want to die, don't drag the entire Williams family down with you." It was my father, Johnson.

"Being abandoned by Oliver just means you're incompetent. Come home right now and apologize to Mr. Keane with me."

Faced with my father's fury, I remained calm and said flatly: "It should be Mr. Keane apologizing to me!"

"Are you insane? From tomorrow on, you're no longer the company's general manager. Your brother Javier will take over."

As soon as I hung up, my phone vibrated again. It was a familiar string of numbers. I didn't answer, just let it ring.

After calling dozens of times, it finally went quiet.

Then several long voice messages popped up on my screen.

[What happened at the wedding was my fault, but Father has already punished me. You shouldn't auction off your marriage out of spite. You're publicly embarrassing our family. My parents are very angry now. Come to our villa immediately and apologize to them!]

[We can let the stock shorting slide for now. At worst, we'll just harvest another round of retail investors. But tomorrow you must clarify the video of me and Hernandez in front of reporters and play the part of a loving husband with me.]

I blocked Oliver's Twitter directly. I didn't want to hear her speak anymore.

Early the next morning, Oliver blocked me at my door.

"Why didn't you answer the phone yesterday? My parents are very angry. If you don't apologize, they have plenty of ways to punish you."

"I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have abandoned you at the wedding. But, but you can't be this unreasonable either."

"Oliver, what about the child?"

"The child?" She was instantly speechless.

On the wedding day, she'd personally admitted she had an unborn child, but she'd never mentioned it to me.

"That was all in the past. You shouldn't keep bringing it up!"

I threw the abortion report in her face.

"The abortion date was during our passionate romance!"

She froze in place.

Who was it that three years ago firmly chose to stay in the country, saying her heart was one hundred percent mine?

And who was it that promised in front of both sets of parents that our wedding would be the grandest and most luxurious in Seattle, then turned around and abandoned the wedding, making me a laughingstock?

She'd been flip-flopping between two relationships, and now she was accusing me of being unreasonable, accusing me of not letting go of the past.

Looking at her face, embarrassed because her lies had been exposed, I called my assistant again.

"Continue shorting Oliver Group stock."

"Continue spreading Hernandez's dirt all over the internet!"

"Miss Oliver, please come to the office immediately. Something's happened!" The assistant stammered.

On the way to the office, my assistant sent me a message: Big trouble, be careful!

When I reached the company entrance, a large group of reporters was blocking the main gate, surrounding someone in the middle. I couldn't see clearly!

I'd barely moved forward two steps when someone grabbed my legs.

I looked down to see Hernandez had already fallen to his knees before me.

"Mr. Marcus, I know you have great power and influence, but if you must kill someone, kill me. I beg you to spare Oliver and her parents. They're old and can't withstand this torment."

As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of poison and tried to pour it into his mouth, his eyes filled with the stubbornness of someone ready to die.

"Mr. Marcus, if my life can calm your anger, then I... I'll have died for a worthy cause."

His words were vicious and calculated.

I was using my power to kill a male homewrecker because a woman had rejected me.

And he was being noble, willing to die to protect the Oliver family and the Oliver Group's assets.

As soon as he finished speaking, I was surrounded by reporters.

"Mr. Marcus, are you really planning to force Miss Oliver and Hernandez to death?"

"Mr. Marcus, murder is a crime. After you poison Hernandez, will you turn yourself in, or will you use your connections to get yourself off the hook?"

I frowned, gathered my thoughts, and said word by word: "I never intended to kill him. And I didn't give him that poison!"

Hernandez suddenly leaned close to me and said in a voice only we could hear: "Marcus, you'll never win against me."

Then he forcibly shoved the entire bottle of poison into my hand, gripped my hand, and poured it down his own throat.

"Ahh..."

The surrounding reporters quickly recorded me murdering someone in the street.

Suddenly, the medicine bottle was snatched from my hand. A hard slap struck my face, and then I was pushed to the ground.

Oliver's eyes were filled with surging hatred.

"How can you be so vicious? Hernandez already got me pregnant. Can't you tolerate them at all?"

I stood there stunned.

Pregnant? So they'd already conceived a child together this early.

Hernandez's suicide was reported by media outlets everywhere.

Countless netizens thought I was being ruthless and unforgiving, saying I deserved to be abandoned.

My social media was also overrun by haters.

Some people even started a petition to remove me from my position as general manager of Williams Group.

This had not only Hernandez's handiwork behind it, but also Theo's and Tillman's.

"Secretary Brown, suppress all the negative news about me and buy some positive PR pieces."

"Mr. Marcus... sir..."

"The board just issued a notice removing you from your position as general manager and prohibiting you from using any company resources."

"I see."

Oliver Group's stock price rose again.

I threw my phone. Just as I was at my wit's end, Oliver came looking for me.

"I've already had people delete the negative news about you online."

"Marcus, as long as you beg me, I can also get Johnson to restore your position as general manager. I know that all along, you've worked toward becoming the person in power at Williams Group."

I raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at her fake expression, and slowly spoke: "Oh? You're that kind?"

"What price do I need to pay?"

I stood up, staring at her with amusement.

"Do I need to give up my position as husband and acknowledge your affair with Hernandez?"

"Or broadcast an apology online, admitting I shouldn't have relentlessly pursued your family?"

She shook her head and smiled. "Neither!"

"Next week is Mr. James's 80th birthday. I want you to introduce Hernandez to him."

I laughed. "Pfft."

"Mr. James's birthday only invites Seattle's top elite power holders. He doesn't qualify."

Oliver leaned down and patted my shoulder. "Everyone knows you're best at winning his favor. I believe you can do it."

"If can get Mr. James's favor, Hernandez will have a place in Seattle."

"And if I refuse?"

She smiled, took out her phone, and made a call.

"Secretary Brown, keep releasing Marcus's dirt. Some of the risqu photos from when we were dating can also be posted online." Oliver made the call while watching my reaction. "Until he has no chance of recovery."

I said nothing, just stood there quietly, maintaining a faint smile at the corner of my mouth.

After a long while, I finally said: "Fine, I agree."

"You should have agreed earlier. Don't worry, once this is done, I'll remove your dirt. The wedding date I promised you will also proceed as scheduled."

On the day of Mr. James's 80th birthday, I brought Hernandez with me.

He just glanced at Hernandez indifferently, then pulled me aside to chat.

"Marcus, come sit with me."

Hernandez glared at me resentfully, then consciously walked away.

The host's voice rang out: "Let's give a warm round of applause to celebrate Mr. James's 80th birthday."

Suddenly, countless old photos appeared on the big screen. They showed a woman and a man in intimate poses.

Everyone recognized the manit was my father, Johnson.

And the woman in the photos was my mother, Lavinia.

The caption read: Homewrecker schemes to seduce married man, attempting to steal his place.

I was dazed by these old photos, still unable to react when my true identity was exposed next.

[Shocking Secret: Williams Group Leader Is Actually the Son of a Homewrecker.]

[Williams Group Heir's Background Exposed: Child Left Behind by Mistress Who Climbed the Social Ladder.]

Everyone's eyes turned toward me simultaneously.

"So Marcus is the son of a mistress!" A voice from the crowd struck like thunder, exploding in the banquet hall.

All the world's malice surged toward me in that moment.

"No wonder the Oliver family rejected him. Who would dare marry the son of a homewrecker!"

"He looks like a male escort. Whoever marries him will be unlucky."

I felt a buzzing in my ears.

I'd only told one person about my motherOliver. This was my weakness, my untouchable pain.

I clenched my fists, forced myself to walk toward Oliver, and slapped her across the face.

"You... are shameless!"

"Marcus, this is a misunderstanding. Let me explain..."

"I will never forgive you. Oliver, even if it costs me my life, I'll drag you down with me!"

I slowly raised my eyes, my gaze sweeping across Hernandez's smug face.

Then I addressed the guests, my voice ice-cold: "Today, at Mr. James's birthday celebration, I publicly auction off my marriage to the highest bidder!"

I glanced at Oliver and continued, "The requirement is: bankrupt the Oliver family."

Another wave of mockery washed over me like a flood.

[He's lost it! Who would marry an illegitimate son? We wouldn't take him for free!]

[Can't be the elite heir anymore, so now he's become an auction item?]

I gripped my hands, my fingertips turning white, enduring wave after wave of ridicule.

Time passed minute by minute, and my hope gradually faded.

[Isn't this just humiliating himself? Get lost...]

[Don't dirty our place. Get out!]

"Who says no one wants him!" A cold voice drifted out. "Mr. Marcus, I'll marry you."