Beyond the Divorce

Transfer of Assets

It was tough to pretend. I admired those couples who stayed together despite the absence of feeling. At

this point, life at home was just a show. Matthew and I were actors, showcasing our acting skills.

I couldn’t bear to be intimate with him since I found that condom. His slightest movement would make

me nauseous. Forget the photos of his ‘adventures,‘ which were beyond repulsive.

I’d feel a chill running down my spine whenever he touched me. Thankfully, his attention was no longer on me. He used to bug me about the little things. However, he would stop insisting when I stood my ground.

It was apparent he was growing more distant from me.

These past few days, I had intensified my efforts to examine the data Ivanna had uncovered. I was

surprised the sales figures for these years were impressive, far exceeding my estimates.

However, 80% of those clients were the old customers I had cultivated. Many of them were potentials!

had identified years ago, and they had flourished during these years.

Matthew was merely reaping the benefits, sitting back and doing nothing. He could ascend without effort,

riding on my coattails–no wonder lust took hold of him.

The information he told Johnson to give me was about the recent business ventures he had started in the

past few years. I checked and realized they were all development companies without any physical

presence, speculative businesses sustained by deception.

However, there was something odd in that book. Despite what the financial records showed, the

collection rate wasn’t high. Given Matthew’s shrewdness, he wouldn’t have let these debts accumulate so much risk.

Even with the financial records we had uncovered, there wasn’t as much liquidity as there should be. I wondered where the money went but knew there was something fishy going on. Still, I couldn’t pinpoint the issue.

After comparing all this information, I learned Matthew had long been hiding assets from me. The so- called asset transfer hadn’t just started. I admitted to finding out about it too late, but it was fortunate

that I could still salvage the situation.

Ivanna had good news. She had figured out Johnson’s routine these days. She had his daily schedule and

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I was determined to bring him to his senses.

In the morning. Matthew and I headed to the company again. Afterward, I saw Johnson entering

I only took the two keys and quietly left Galar Tower, taking a cab straight to Amethyst Apartments. The workers had nearly completed the renovations and were cleaning the interior.

I dismissed the workers and inspected the house meticulously. It indeed looked splendid. Although it was a bit smaller, the layout was clever and efficient, and the decoration showed attention to detail.

It seemed Matthew had refined his taste. He was no longer the humble youth who lived in a narrow alley. crammed with his family in an old–style building.

In recent days, he had been relatively well–behaved, staying at the company and appearing to work diligently. He was watertight on the surface, leaving no trace of his misdeeds. It seemed second nature to him.

After completing my tour and checking the time, I went downstairs. I sat on the living room’s European-

style sofa and awaited Johnson’s arrival,