My Wicked Wife Tried to Kill Me, So I Exposed Her Secrets in Public novel

After ten years together, this was the first time my wife ignored my allergies and still bought a salted egg croissant.
I lay awake the entire night thinking of it. By the next day, when we went to my in-laws' house to deliver Thanksgiving gifts, I finally asked for a divorce in front of everyone.
They were all surprised.
My wife slammed a plate of food in my face and yelled, "Just because I bought the wrong croissant, you want a divorce? Isn't that ridiculous?"
Ignoring the food dripping from my face, I replied coldly, "Don't you dream every day that a man who eats salted egg yolk croissants has good taste? Well, I'm granting your wish now!"

"Neil Guzman! Do you have no shame? We've been together for ten years and you want to divorce me just because I bought the wrong flavor of croissant?"
Cynthia's voice was hoarse as she questioned, her eyes already red with tears.
"What? Isn't one time enough?" I sneered, tossing out the divorce agreement I had prepared. "Sign it and we'll go to City Hall today."
Cynthia, who had been furious just a moment before, suddenly fell silent. Her eyes briefly showed signs of shock and panic. She certainly didn't expect me to be so determined.
My in-laws were dumbfounded, too. None of them imagined a day like this would actually come.
After all, Cynthia and I had once received the neighbourhood's Model Couple Award. All our friends and family knew that our love had been as strong as ever for ten years.
"Neil, it's just a small matter, isn't it? You've gone too far."
Cynthia's adopted brother, Jackson, finally couldn't hold back anymore and stood up.
"Back when you offended those thugs and they smashed up your restaurant, Cynthia was the one who helped you settle it. Otherwise, who knows where you'd be begging for food right now?"
"And four years ago, when you had a high fever and seizures in the middle of the night, Cynthia drove you to the hospital while heavily pregnant. Later, she accidentally fell and lost the baby. Since then, she hasn't been able to have children."
"Every single one of these is a debt you owe her!"
Each accusation he said, drawing nods of agreement from my parents-in-law.
"Neil, we've always treated you like our own son. Cynthia is devoted to you and works hard for you. You must never forget where you came from!"
"If there is a problem, sit down and talk it through. We promise to handle things fairly. Don't bring up divorce so lightly."
Although they were unhappy, they suppressed their anger and patiently persuaded me.
Cynthia rushed over as well, gently wiping the stains from my face and apologizing softly, "I'm sorry, Honey. I lost my temper earlier. We can always talk things through. I promise I won't buy salted egg croissant anymore."
"If you have any other complaints, just tell me. I'll definitely change." She compromised as much as she could, desperate to save our marriage.
My mother-in-law even helped me set the chair right, thinking I would finally take the opportunity to give in.
But I pushed Cynthia away and frowned. "There are no other complaints. I just don't love you anymore. I get annoyed every time I see you. It's like looking at a filthy rat. I feel like vomiting every time," I said
The room suddenly fell silent and the atmosphere froze over in an instant.
No one expected me to go that far.
"Neil!" This time, Jackson exploded completely and pounced on me like a leopard, knocking me to the ground.
"Cynthia has treated you so well! How dare you call her a filthy rat? If she hadn't stood by you all these years, your family would still be eating garbage in that mountain village! Now that your life is good, you dare look down on her? You're nothing but trash!"
Seeing Jackson yell so loudly, I laughed instead. "I heard you like salted egg croissants the most. Those boxes were actually bought for you, right?"
"Nonsense! I'll beat you to death!" he shouted.

Jackson raised his fists and started punching me, but I quickly took control.
Then, suddenly, a sharp pain struck the back of my head. When I turned around, I saw Cynthia clutching a large bowl.
She hurriedly pushed me aside, helped Jackson up and asked anxiously, "Jackson, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"
Once his brother shook his head, Cynthia finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Right after that, she turned to blame me. "Did you take the wrong medicine today? Being unreasonable with me is fine, but how could you hit Jackson?"
I rubbed the back of my head and retorted, "Did I start this?"
Only then did I notice my handslick with warm blood.
Cynthia's face instantly paled and she rushed to explain, "Honey, I just panicked and wasn't thinking straight. I'll take you to the hospital right now."
"Besides, Jackson is my little brother. He acted impulsively just to defend me. Please don't take it to heart."
After saying that, she tried to grab my hand.
"Get lost!" I replied coldly.
Cynthia froze in place, her beautiful eyes turning red again.
"I'm sorry, Cynthia. It's all my fault. I was trying to help but just made things worse," Jackson said.
Then he turned to me. "Neil, it's entirely my fault. Don't blame Cynthia. If you want to hit or scold someone, come at me instead."
He looked so considerate and willing to endure humiliation that my in-laws both looked at him with admiration.
Cynthia felt distressed as well. She quickly spoke to comfort him. "You are helping me, how can I blame you!"
I still refused to back down and shot back, "Hit you? You're not worth dirtying my hands. And if I scold you, that'd be a waste of my breath!"
My father-in-law's face instantly darkened. His fingers tightened around his wine glass until they turned pale, clearly holding back his anger.
Meanwhile, Cynthia completely broke down. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at me and said pitifully, "Honey, we've been together for ten years, rarely arguing and our lives have always been sweet."
"And now, just because of a croissant flavor, things have turned into this. Do I really have to kneel and beg you for this to stop?"
Her beautiful, crying face was enough to make anyone feel sympathy.
Yet I remained cold. "Even if you kneel and smash your head on the floor, I'll still divorce you."
Bang!
My father-in-law finally lost his temper. He slammed the table as he rose from his seat and shouted angrily, "Neil, do you really think our family needs you as a son-in-law? Apologize now and I'll let this go. Otherwise, get out!"
My mother-in-law also added, "If this gets out, you'll be criticized wherever you go and our whole family will be shamed."
After all that had been said, Cynthia thought I should finally stop.
Still, I gritted my teeth and insisted, "Sign the divorce papers! You'll leave with nothing and you'll pay me three million dollars for emotional damages!"
Suddenly, my father-in-law's face turned pale. He grabbed his wine glass and threw it at me, yelling, "Get out! Get out now! I don't have a son-in-law like you!"
My mother-in-law even swung a mop and kicked me out.
Before slamming the door, she shouted her final words, "You Jerk! In seven days, we'll expose you completely on our show. Get ready to leave with nothing!"
As the former director of a TV station and a retired chief editor of a famous media outlet, they certainly had the power to do it.
Outside, the sky was gray and a light rain drizzled down, reflecting my mood.
My parents immediately texted me.
[Have you lost your mind? Why ruin a good life? What the hell are you doing?]
[Apologize to Cynthia's family right now. If you don't, don't come home! We don't have a son like you!]
Realizing how angry they were, I could only smile bitterly. I didn't go to apologize. Instead, I walked through the rain to the hospital.

While the doctor was bandaging my wound, I finally got a call from my childhood friend, Sue Sylvester.
"I walked around the shop where Cynthia bought her croissants. It was pretty interesting," she reported on the other end.
I immediately felt better and replied, "The court hearing is in seven days. Thanks for all the hard work. I'll triple your fee."
"Hmph, do you think this detective is short of money? After I help you with this, all I ask is that you grant me one wish," Sue said with a laugh.
"Deal," I agreed without hesitation, since I trusted Sue's skills as a famous private investigator.
Seven days would be enough time for me to secure my position on the show.
The news that I was divorcing Cynthia spread fast among friends and family and soon everyone started criticizing me.
[You jerk! My cousin didn't even mind that you're a total hick, but you're making trouble instead. You're truly sick!]
[Divorcing over a box of croissants? Has greed blinded you? Or did you hit your head? Are you worthy of the Scotts' care all these years?]
[Don't let me see you, or I'll definitely punch you!]
[Jerk! Bastard! Shameless! Just die!]
Each word was more ruthless than the last. I just let those people bombard me with insults.
In the end, I ignored them. I spent the night in the small room at my chicken restaurant and got up the next morning to work as usual.
When my employees arrived, they looked at me with clear disdain. I pretended not to notice.
Not long after, Cynthia came with Jackson.
"Honey, how's the wound on your head? Does it still hurt? Jackson and I came to apologize. We even made your favorite crab soup."
She handed me the thermos with concern, then pleaded sweetly, "Hubby, please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Smack!
I raised my hand and knocked the thermos away. The soup splattered onto the floor instantly.
Cynthia was shocked by this situation and soon began to cry bitterly.
Behind her, Jackson glared and tried to argue with me, but she stopped him.
A few employees began whispering.
"I really don't know what the boss was thinking. Just because his wife bought salted egg croissants, he became so aggressive that he threatened to divorce her."
"Yeah, she kept compromising and trying to please him, but it didn't work. He probably has someone else and is using this as an excuse."
"By the way, that adopted younger brother, Jackson, is great. He stood up for the boss's wife yesterday and even fought the boss."
When the customers heard this, their eyes grew increasingly disgusted. They said they never truly knew me, that I only pretended to be a good man but was actually a jerk.
Even so, I stayed cold and kept urging Cynthia to leave.
To my surprise, Jackson suddenly plopped down and knelt before me. "Neil. Please don't blame Cynthia. I was the one who lost my temper and hit you yesterday. If you want to hit me or punish me today, take it out on me!"
Everyone started giving Jackson thumbs-up. They thought he was kind and responsible, while they saw me as irresponsible and overly petty.
Cynthia clenched her fists, clearly hoping I would end it now and stop making a scene.
I quickly turned away with a disgusted expression, grabbed a bucket of water and dumped it all over Jackson.
All of them were shocked.
Cynthia's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she shouted, "Neil! Are you crazy? Jackson already knelt before you and you still treat him like this?"
"He deserves it," I said coldly, with no regret on my face.
Cynthia trembled with rage, stumbled back several steps and nearly fell to the floor.

Jackson wiped his face and was about to say something when his phone rang.
After taking the call, his eyes turned red instantly. He turned to Cynthia and said, "Cynthia, someone reported me. My civil service application has been cancelled."
What?
Cynthia froze in shock. She immediately looked at me, her face filled with fury. "Why didn't I realize before that you were so despicable? How could you secretly report Jackson? Do you know how hard he worked for that exam?"
"It has nothing to do with me," I replied calmly.
Then I gave a small smile. "But honestly, it's a good thing for someone like him to be reported."
"You're still denying it!" Cynthia's voice rose sharply. "Neil! I've had enough! I was wrong about you! Don't you want a divorce? Fine, I'll divorce you!"
"If you dare, let's confront each other on national TV! I'll make sure you walk away with nothing. I'll ruin your reputation so badly that you won't survive in this city!"
After saying those harsh words, she grabbed Jackson's arm and stormed out without looking back.
Customers at the restaurant began to rise.
One of them sneered, "I'm afraid I'll get diarrhea if I eat food made by someone like you."
"Everyone, let's go! Don't let this Jerk make money," another shouted.
One by one, they all left. Some even spat at me as they passed, glaring at me as if I were some disgusting cockroach.
Seeing that, a few of my employees also quit.
The once lively fried chicken restaurant suddenly became cold and empty.
Over the next few days, not a single customer came. Instead, someone even started throwing feces and urine at the shop's entrance.
I've got a bad reputation, too. Even before the show started, my name was already trending in local news.
My parents were so angry that they threatened to cut ties with me. And to make matters worse, my in-laws used their power to create a special TV program to attack me, turning the whole incident into a national hot topic.
Many reporters came to interview me beforehand. I said nothing except that I would appear on the show as scheduled.
When the day of the show finally arrived, the entire studio was packed and millions of people tuned in to the live stream, waiting to see me become a joke.
My parents didn't come, but they sent me an ultimatum. They couldn't bear the shame anymore and demanded that I apologize before the show started, or they would cut me off completely.
"Neil, seven days have passed. Have you come to your senses? Apologize to me and Jackson now and I can pretend none of this ever happened," Cynthia said as she looked at me, frowning.
Meeting her gaze again, I kept a cold expression.
"Neil, this is your last chance. You'd better take it," Jackson also advised me.
My in-laws remained silent, clearly agreeing with them. Still, I didn't accept their offer. Instead, I plopped down and sat across from Cynthia.
My action made the Scott Family's faces turn cold.
However, everyone in the studio praised the Scotts for their incredible kindness. They said Cynthia had suffered enough as a woman married to a lunatic like me.
Soon, the host entered the stage.
Since my father-in-law had personally promoted her, she naturally took Cynthia's side. Without hesitation, she snapped at me aggressively, "Look at how ungrateful you are! Besides buying the wrong croissant flavor, can you provide any more convincing evidence?"
Before I could even answer, she went on, "The answer is definitely no! After all, everyone can see that Cynthia has loved you the same way for ten years!"
"So, you're nothing but a complete scumbag!" she declared.
Obviously, the theme of this program was to criticize me in various ways.
The audience stared at me with mocking eyesespecially Jackson, who wore a faint, smug smile.
I remained calm as I stared intently at the studio door.
As I expected, the next second, Sue Sylvester slowly walked in.
I finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"Convincing evidence, you say? I have plenty." I smiled.

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