How to Deprive A Husband of Everything within 48hrs

Yvonne Burton's mind went blank for a moment when she looked at her husband, Shane Craig, who was energetic on the bed, and Maggie Thomas giggling and flirting beneath him.

"Shane!"

They had been married for three years, but Shane had never been intimate with her.

So it wasn't that he was impotent, but he loved someone else!

"Yvonne, we..." Maggie pretended to push Shane away.

Shane's back stiffened, his only reaction to being caught in the act.

Instead of stopping, he continued their intimate behavior in front of Yvonne, amidst Maggie's false protests of "no".

Maggie concealed her complacency and pretended to explain, "Yvonne, I'm sorry. We just couldn't help ourselves."

Yvonne stared at the two of them, her face shifting from shock and embarrassment to calmness.

She took a deep breath, her eyes red, but her expression terrifyingly calm.

"Shane, are you deaf?"

Shane, interrupted in his pleasure, angrily put on his bathrobe and stood up, confronting Yvonne, complaining first.

"Why are you angry? She's done so much for the company these three years. But what about you? When Ricky just touched your thigh last year, you broke his head, which only held me back!

It was Maggie who helped me secure the permanent partnership with S&T Corp. Shouldn't I celebrate with her?"

Yvonne couldn't believe these words were said by Shane.

The Shane she knew was a hardworking and ambitious young man. He was gentle and graceful outside, filial to his parents, loving to his younger half-brother, and attentive to his wife.

The only issue was their intimate relationship.

But as she cared more about Shane as a person, those flaws didn't matter.

For three years, he had bettered off.

His mask had been torn off, and he finally stopped pretending.

Yvonne didn't know whether to cry or laugh. "Are you sure Maggie secured the partnership?"

Shane seemed quite annoyed, barely containing himself with what he thought was good manners. "If not her, then who? You?"

Yvonne curled her lips speechlessly.

Thinking he could control Yvonne, Shane acted rather superior in front of her.

"Don't worry, I won't divorce you for now."

Yvonne looked confused.

Shane continued, "My mom's not doing well, and Rhett is preparing for his college application. My stepfather is always busy with his friends and has no time for the family. So, you don't need to work at that advertising company for peanuts anymore. Just take care of them full-time. They've had it tough."

"They've had it tough?"

To accommodate her in-laws, Yvonne rarely traveled for work these three years and tried to come home every night.

Her mother-in-law, Tricia Wells, had irreversibly damaged her liver and kidneys from taking too many supplements, and no medicine in the country could help.

Therefore, Yvonne found the best doctor she knew and used a secret recipe to help Tricia recover.

To ensure Tricia's better rest, Yvonne never let her worry about the household chores.

Her father-in-law, Erick Wells, was Tricia's second husband. He loved to idle away in seeking pleasure, often staying out. Yvonne didn't care.

Her brother-in-law, Rhett Wells, failed his high school application, so she used her connections to get him a coveted spot in a prestigious high school that would lead to a famous foreign university.

She had done so much, but in Shane's eyes, his family still "had it tough".

Shane's face darkened even more as he saw no reaction from Yvonne.

"What's wrong? Are you still upset? Come on, you've been tied to me for three years. Haven't I treated you well these three years?"

Shane said as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"You said you wanted to get married right away so your dad could have surgery in peace, and I didn't hesitate. Now I just want you to take care of my family. What's wrong with that?"

Mentioning the marriage, Yvonne felt even more ironic.

"I wanted my dad to have surgery in peace, but you were after the five million dollars I offered and the right to live in this house. So, you think you're noble?"

Shane sneered. "Don't bring that up. As long as you take good care of the family, I won't divorce you. But don't interfere with the company's matters. Maggie and I will handle it.

Of course, you can't interfere with my relationship with Maggie. After all, we're all adults."

Yvonne stood there quietly, feeling a hundred times colder than the coldest winter day.

Later, she narrowed her eyes coldly.

Without hesitation, she said,

"Okay.

But I will take what's mine within twelve hours."

Yvonne glanced at her watch. "It's 10:43 pm."

Without saying another word, she turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Once again, lewd sounds came from the room, mixed with Shane's coaxing voice.

"Maggie, just ignore her. This kind of woman won't leave even if I beat her half to death. She's not as capable as you. Think about it. What can she do without me?

The company will do very well in no time. If she doesn't behave, I'll really kick her out and see how she and her father survive."

Maggie asked in a soft voice, "Shane, what about me?"

Shane replied gently, "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you..."

Yvonne sat on the living room sofa, holding back her disgust, and poured herself a glass of red wine.

The wine reflected the light, and she saw her distorted face in the glass, finding it more and more ridiculous the longer she looked.

Three years of sincere treatment was all just a joke.

He had carefully woven so many illusions, and she had stepped into them without hesitation.

After a moment of silence, Yvonne made her first phone call.

"I need to move out. Come over in twenty minutes with gloves and chainsaws."

The person on the other end paused before decisively replying, "Okay!"

As soon as the call ended, Yvonne heard faint footsteps.

"Yvonne, weren't you going on a trip? Why are you back?" Tricia tiptoed out of her room, instinctively glancing towards the master bedroom.

Yvonne bitterly smiled.

She hadn't cried or made a scene, yet Tricia knew she was back, so how could Tricia not know her son had brought his mistress into the house?

She bluntly said, "There's a woman in Shane's room."

Caught off guard, Tricia awkwardly smiled.

Her face was originally round, but this smile revealed some wrinkles.

"Shane has always been well-behaved. He just made a foolish mistake sometimes. Don't take it to heart."

Yvonne sipped her wine. "Yeah, I don't mind."

"That's good!"

Tricia breathed a sigh of relief, her face brightening up as she grinned from ear to ear. "Oh, it's all because Shane is so charming. Otherwise, why would any woman be interested in him? In other words, you're lucky to be married to such a capable man. If only I had known..."

She suddenly stopped.

"Known what?" Yvonne's slender fingers tightly gripped the wine glass, and her almond-shaped eyes narrowed with a hint of sharpness.

"Known that I don't mind, you didn't have to go through so much trouble to hide it, right?"

As soon as Tricia heard that, her face immediately fell, not a single wrinkle showing.

"What are you talking about? I did it for the family. If you and Shane get a divorce and cause trouble at home, it will definitely affect Rhett's studies."

Yvonne felt she had been too sentimental.

Apparently, in their hearts, she wasn't even considered a stepping stone. Instead, she was just a factor that could affect their mood.

She had really shown them too much respect.

Ignoring Tricia, Yvonne made her second phone call.

"You said you liked the location of my house, didn't you? Prepare the contract, and I can transfer it to you now."

The person on the other end was rendered confused.

Tricia's face darkened, and her harsh gaze fell on Yvonne's face before she flew into a rage.

"Yvonne, you better understand this. This is the matrimonial home my son and you share. It's your joint property! If it weren't for this house, he wouldn't have married you..."

Yvonne said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I'll transfer it at half price."

The other party over the phone, Yvonne's friend and subordinate, was completely bewildered.

"Did you say it wrong, or did I mishear?"

In this mother-in-law and daughter-in-law battle, she, as an outsider, was getting the benefit?

Was Yvonne trying to set a trap for her to fall into?

Tricia was so anxious that she stomped, almost choking on her breath, her face turning livid. "Are you crazy? You try selling it!"

This house was located in the Fuilver economic center, with a total price of over 80 million. Due to the scarcity of housing, the people who lived here were either rich or noble. It was a symbol of status in Fuilver, with a high demand but limited supply!

But Yvonne dared to sell it, even at half price!

"My son has a share in this house. What right do you have to transfer it? If you want to sell the house, you have to sell it for at least 90 million, and I'll keep the money!"

Yvonne didn't make eye contact with Tricia as she continued on the phone, "Gift."

The other party over the phone was shocked.

Damn it! Must go for it even if it was a trap!

Burning with anger, Tricia felt darkness came over her eyes and passed out.

"Mom!"

The commotion in the living room made Shane lose his patience.

He rushed out of the bedroom in a bathrobe, immediately supported Tricia, and without a word, raised his hand to smack Yvonne across the face.

"Bitch!"