Chapter 297: Bill Catches Monica In The Act

Monica probably never imagined Bill would catch her, let alone fund her indiscretions. For years, he’d shown no interest in her private life. Perhaps he didn't love her, or maybe it was his arrogance. How could a woman so deeply in love with him, and so submissive, ever stray? In contrast, the slightest hint of trouble with Philippa—a new hairstyle, a new dress—would immediately make Bill suspect Nicholas. But Monica could run out naked, and Bill wouldn't flinch.

Now that he knew Monica had been secretly meeting other men, Bill's expression was cold, though he remained rational. His anger stemmed more from her using his money to support her lovers, playing him like a puppet, rather than her infidelity itself. As the drama unfolded, I couldn't help but enjoy the popcorn, amused by the panic on Monica's face.

"What brings you here?" she asked. Perhaps she still hoped Bill hadn't caught her in the act and could talk her way out of it. Bill, a man of dignity, didn't barge in. He walked into the room with long strides, coldly commanding, "Close the door." In the world of the rich, image was everything. Whether he loved Monica or not, she was still his woman, and this was ugly if it got out.

Monica's clothes were scattered across the carpet; I spotted a thong. She didn't know her place—ugly and prone to playing around. Monica quickly gathered her clothes, shoving them onto the nightstand, attempting to explain. "Honey, let me explain, I—"

Bill sat down slowly on the couch, crossing his legs, and nonchalantly pulled out a cigarette, exuding a commanding aura. When he lit it, Monica, like a trained servant, half-knelt to light it for him. This had become second nature, revealing how many times she'd done this before. But with my mother, Bill would restrain himself from smoking. This was the first time I'd seen them interact privately. I'd always thought that after twenty years, with Monica's fiery nature, Bill couldn't resist her.

Now, I'm beginning to believe Bill is truly indifferent to Monica; his heart clearly isn't with her. Their relationship felt like that of a king and his courtier—the courtier too afraid to look up, while he couldn't be bothered to glance down. No wonder he didn't care for her surgically altered face; he never even looked at Monica properly.

Bill tossed the cigarette box aside and said, "Go on, explain. I'm listening." Monica knew the situation was hopeless. Already kneeling, she relaxed, abandoning her pretense.

"You've figured it out, haven't you?"

"So what? Aren't you going to make up some excuses?" Bill's calmness was terrifying. I even thought he might storm in, beating Monica or insulting her. After all, in the past, when angry, he'd hit Sadie. He hit her because he cared; disappointment stems from care. But this calmness made Monica's twenty years with him seem like a joke.

Monica's next reaction was unexpected. She suddenly pulled open her bathrobe. "Yes, I cheated. Here's the proof—this is what he left behind."

What's the connection between these middle-aged individuals? I didn't get it. This wasn't the dramatic confrontation I expected—no shouting, no begging, no wailing. Bill has his issues. Does Monica have issues, too? Why would she show him evidence? Is she out of her mind?

Bill supported his cheek with one hand, a cold smile playing on his lips. "That lotus position of yours isn't too bad." Wait, now he's criticizing her posture?

Monica's eyes reddened, tears immediately rolling down her face. "So, you're not angry? You don't even want to know why I betrayed you?" Why did Monica see herself as the victim?

"It doesn't matter. It's a fact now. You know I only care about results," Bill said, flicking ash from his cigarette, his face indifferent. "I've been more than generous to you. I've never failed to provide for you and your daughter, yet you teamed up with another man to destroy me and take over my company. Monica, you've got some nerve."

"So you have learned of everything," Monica said, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes. She accused him, "When you said you treated me well, never sleeping with me and using me to provoke your wife for twenty years? You never considered me a wife."

"Do you think you deserve to be called my wife?" Bill retorted.

"Yes, I know I don't deserve it. You didn't want me, so I found someone else. The only thing you cared about was your family—didn't that make you angry?" Monica roared. "If there was even the slightest hint of trouble with Philippa, you'd spend the whole night smoking in the living room. For twenty years, I was the one comforting you, but how have you treated me? After every affair, I wondered: if you found out, would you be angry? Would you be like when you heard Nicholas was returning to the country and completely lost it? I was always scared you'd find out, but even more scared you wouldn't. I wanted to see if you cared for me even a little."

"I left so many clues, like that one time when you came over unexpectedly, and he hid in the bedroom. The funny part was, you never even walked in. I'd be in the bedroom with him while you worked in the study, and you never noticed!"

Bill extinguished his cigarette and played with his wedding ring. "So, you guys were enjoying yourselves, huh?" There was no anger on his face, meaning he really wasn't angry at all. Bill, do you even have a heart? I've been so good to you, respected you, and catered to you in everything, yet you kept thinking about that woman who doesn't love you. I always thought you'd divorce her soon, but I've waited year after year, and you're still so cold to me. If it weren't for Sadie, you wouldn't even look at me. Bill, I've truly loved you, wanted to spend my whole life with you, but you didn't care about me. You pushed me to this point!

"So you think Zack will marry you? You saw how he treated his wife today at the airport." Bill knew exactly how to hit her where it hurt. "Even if you killed me, the first thing Zack would do after taking the company is kick you out. I don't love you, and he probably never did either."

"So those documents were from you!"

"Monica, I may not love you, but I've never deceived or used you. I even treated your bastard like my own. And this is how you repay me?" Bill spoke the truth so casually that Monica found him terrifying.

"You… when did you know?"

"That's not important. What matters is that you know I'm a businessman. I've invested so much time and money in you and your lover. He wouldn't have gotten anywhere without me. I'll make sure I get my return."

Monica's face turned pale with fear. Bill was a businessman who didn't care for emotions. If it weren't for his sharp mind, he would have already dealt with Philippa and wouldn't have given her the chance to take advantage. But now, as he started to calculate his next move, Monica knew full well—she had better still be useful to him, or her fate would be grim.

"W-what do you want from me?"

Bill tossed her a ledger and said, "I initially planned to—that would be too easy for you. Here's the amount I've invested." It was an astronomical sum. Monica turned pale. "I can—"

"I know you can't. Your lover's company might barely—that's interest, Monica. You know my rules." His words were cold and carried immense weight.

"What do you want me to do?"

Bill looked down at the woman kneeling before him. I felt sorry for what he did to her. Double the punishment.

Chapter 298: Exposing The Affair