WTF! My Fiancé's Mistress Turned My Prize Horse into My Little Pony Right Before Kentucky Derby?！ - Chapter 95: Chapter 95

I had just returned to bed for a quick rest when Sage came back with her two children.
This time, they didn't attack me, but instead grabbed Cameron by the hair, slapped him twice, and threw him to the ground.
"Cameron! I sacrificed my prime years hiding abroad for you and the children, and now you're being played for a fool, making me look like an idiot too!"
"Give me money—two hundred million, and I'll take the children and leave."
Cameron begged:
"Sage, Rowan has already agreed to give us ten million. If we live frugally, it's enough. Wouldn't it be good for our family to be together?"
Natasha pressed Cameron down, tearing at him:
"Ten million? Every one of my classmates has assets worth hundreds of millions. I already can't hold my head up in front of them, and you want me to live frugally?"
"You shamelessly had an affair and made me get called a bastard. If you can't get money to compensate me, I'll make you pay."
Sage also cursed and complained that she'd been cheated, her prime youth completely ruined by Cameron.
The three of them began punching and kicking Cameron while looking at me defiantly.
Cameron held his head with both hands, crying and pleading for mercy, visibly breaking down.
He crawled to me, begging me to give him two hundred million.
But Griffin and I had already discussed this—not a penny would go to benefit Sage.
Of course not.
If I hadn't had children, Cameron would have used divorce threats and the company to coerce me, gradually draining all my life's work and throwing me out like garbage.
Since we now held all the power and weren't short of money.
I also had four solid supporters, and Griffin had always stood firmly by my side, consistently for twenty years.
When Sage's group saw that their beating of Cameron didn't move me at all—I just sneered coldly—the three left angrily, threatening that this wasn't over.
If I didn't give them money, they'd beat Cameron to death in front of me.
They were even resorting to this manipulative tactic.
Eight days later, Sage and Cameron couldn't hold out any longer and actively proposed divorce, splitting assets according to law.
He said that even without merit, he deserved credit for his efforts—he wanted half the assets.
Of course I wouldn't agree.
He was the one who betrayed our marriage first.
Although I had four children, I never betrayed.
Our situations were completely different in nature.
Sage panicked, afraid I would secretly transfer assets.
I just said calmly:
"If you want to split half the family fortune, then go ahead and sue."
Lawsuits take a long time and the process is complex, especially with children on both sides—each case would need individual verification.
Cameron demanded hoarsely whether I was trying to drive him to death.
My tone was still calm:
"You've had bastards for twenty-two years, hiding it perfectly well. Why did you have to bring it up now?"
If his two bastards had stayed abroad, I might never have known in my lifetime, because I trusted him too much.
But he just wanted to force me to submit as the company's IPO approached.
In their calculations, if I didn't submit, even if things got messy and we divorced, Cameron's side could still get half the assets—that would still be several hundred million.
So they had calculated everything.
For someone who had schemed against me for half my life, how could I possibly be soft-hearted?
The way to break up assets was through charity work and investing in companies with dim prospects.
Unexpectedly, my children were very capable—within days they brought me over a dozen companies.
The investment path was unusually smooth. Within a week, I had invested in eight companies.
I also built six nursing homes and welfare institutions on a large scale, and constructed ten hope elementary schools in mountain areas.
In just one month, the company was nearly dismantled.
Cameron and Sage ran to the company to make a scene, even taking it online, cursing me for abandoning my faithful wife and living extravagantly outside.
At first, netizens unanimously condemned me, but when I revealed my charitable good deeds, they all started praising me instead.
Then they began digging into Cameron's history, and the entire internet was in uproar—he had brought his mistress and bastards to steal family assets.
For a time, Cameron was thoroughly cursed, called every variation of a heartless betrayer.
Sage became synonymous with homewrecking bitch.
Their house was plastered with slogans, and people threw rotten eggs, spoiled shrimp, and stinking fish—the smell was unbearable.
Adrian and Natasha couldn't even travel anymore—they got slapped with rotten vegetable leaves just for going out.
For the rest of their lives, they would be scorned wherever they went.
Their viciousness had finally come back to bite them.
Eventually, Cameron hired a lawyer to sue me, claiming I had maliciously transferred marital assets.
After three months of investigation and auditing, my fund transfers were determined to be reasonable.
Cameron only got the remaining three hundred thousand.
Sage took the three hundred thousand and disappeared. Reportedly, she had seduced another old man and found a new sugar daddy.
The two children, spoiled and pampered, couldn't possibly find jobs. They cursed and attacked Cameron daily.
After being mocked by friends once again, Adrian came home and took out his frustration on Cameron.
In the struggle, Adrian stabbed Cameron eighteen times with a fruit knife.
Cameron died on the spot.
Natasha helped her brother dismember the body to cover up the crime, but they were both eventually arrested by the police.
Adrian was sentenced to twenty years in prison for intentional murder, and Natasha was sentenced to ten years for intentional harboring.
I didn't pay much attention to any of this, but focused wholeheartedly on planning a wedding.
After all these years, it was impossible that I had no feelings for Griffin—I had just always maintained proper boundaries and never crossed the line.
Now it was time to give him an answer.
A man who had waited from youth to middle age, and even quietly brought me a smart daughter.
I could only repay this kindness and deep affection with the rest of my life.
Three years later, Griffin's daughter graduated from MIT and officially took over the industries I had invested in, while Griffin and I laid down our burdens and began traveling the world.
During one stroll in France, we saw a familiar figure by a garbage bin.
Looking carefully, we realized it was Sage.
Her whole body was festering, and she had mental problems.
It turned out the old man had been infected with syphilis.
Within three months she was also infected and fell ill.
The old man found her disgusting and threw her out.
Her little bit of money was gone within six months from medical treatments, so she could only wander the streets, gradually losing her mind.
Griffin and I exchanged glances, smiled lightly, and walked away with big steps.
Rotten people should rot in the mud—that's respecting their fate.
Griffin and I would continue supporting each other, spending the rest of our lives happily together.