Mated To The Crippled Alpha-Chapter 222: Pay Back Time

Monica probably never imagined that one day Grant would catch her like this. For years, he had shown no interest in her private life. Whether that was because he didn’t love her or because he was too arrogant to care, I couldn’t say. In his mind, a woman who worshipped him so obediently would never dare to betray him.

With Mom, it was different. If Lena changed her hairstyle or wore a new dress, Grant would immediately suspect she did it for Nicholas. But Monica could walk around half–naked, and he wouldn’t even blink.

Now that he knew she had been secretly meeting other men, his face was cold, but he didn’t explode. I could tell his anger wasn’t really about her cheating. It was about being fooled about her using his money to support another man while plotting to take him down.

As everything unfolded on the screen in front of us, I found myself eating popcorn, watching Monica panic. I almost felt like I was watching a badly written drama.

"What brings you here?" Monica asked, trying to steady her voice.

Maybe she still believed she could talk her way out of this.

Grant didn’t barge in while they were together. He waited. He had his pride. He wouldn’t create a scene while they were in bed.

He walked in slowly, his steps steady and heavy. "Close the door," he said calmly.

In their world, reputation mattered more than emotions. Whether he loved her or not, she was still publicly tied to him. If this became a scandal, it would stain his name.

Monica’s clothes were scattered all over the carpet. I even spotted a thong tossed near the bed. She scrambled to gather everything and pushed them onto the nightstand.

"Honey, let me explain. I just "

Grant sat down on the couch like a king settling into his throne. He crossed his legs and took out a cigarette, his movements unhurried and controlled.

When he lit it, Monica instinctively dropped to one knee and leaned forward to light it for him.

The movement was smooth. Practiced.

It must have been something she had done countless times.

With Mom, he would hold back from smoking. With Monica, he didn’t bother.

This was the first time I had seen them alone like this. I used to think that after twenty years together, with Monica’s bold personality, there was no way Grant hadn’t been tempted by her.

But watching them now, I understood.

He was distant. Detached. His heart had never been there.

Their relationship felt like a ruler and a servant. She never dared to look him straight in the eye. He barely looked at her at all.

No wonder he never cared about her altered face. He had never truly looked at her.

Grant flicked the cigarette box aside. "Go on," he said coolly. "Explain. I’m listening."

Monica stared at him for a moment. Then she seemed to give up pretending. Since she was already kneeling, she stopped trying to maintain dignity and sat back on her heels.

"You’ve figured it out, haven’t you?" she asked quietly.

"So what?" Grant replied calmly. "Aren’t you going to make up an excuse?"

His composure was terrifying. I had expected shouting, maybe even violence. In the past, when he was furious, he had slapped Lincy.

He only hit when he cared. Disappointment comes from attachment.

But now?

He was too calm.

Monica suddenly pulled open her bathrobe.

"Yes, I cheated," she said. "Here’s the proof. This is what he left behind."

I blinked in disbelief. Was she out of her mind? This wasn’t a dramatic breakdown. There were no screams or begging. She was almost... provoking him.

Grant rested his cheek against his hand and gave a faint smile. "Your flexibility isn’t bad."

I nearly choked.

He was criticizing her posture?

Monica’s eyes turned red, and tears spilled down her face. "You’re not angry? You don’t even want to know why I betrayed you?"

Why did she look like the victim?

"It doesn’t matter," Grant said indifferently, tapping ash into the tray. "It’s already a fact. I care about results."

He looked at her with cold clarity. "I’ve provided for you and your daughter for years. I never withheld money. Yet you teamed up with another man to ruin me and take my company. Monica, you’re bold."

"So you know everything?" she whispered.

"When you say you treated me well," she shot back bitterly, "do you mean never sleeping with me? Using me to provoke your wife for twenty years? You never treated me like a wife!"

"Do you deserve to be called my wife?" Grant responded without hesitation.

Monica laughed weakly. "I know I don’t. You didn’t want me. So I found someone else. You only cared about your family. Did that ever make you angry?"

She was trembling now. "Every time there was even a rumor about Lena , you would smoke all night. For twenty years, I was the one comforting you. But how did you treat me? After every affair, I wondered if you would find out. Would you be jealous? Would you care? I was afraid you’d discover it... but even more afraid you wouldn’t."

She swallowed hard. "I left clues. That day you came over unexpectedly, he hid in the bedroom. You never even checked. I was in that room with him while you worked in the study. You never noticed."

Grant put out his cigarette and slowly turned his wedding ring. "So you were enjoying yourselves?"

There was no rage in his voice.

Monica looked shattered. "Do you even have a heart? I respected you. I catered to you. But you were always thinking about that woman who doesn’t love you. I kept waiting for you to divorce her. Year after year. You stayed cold. If it weren’t for Lincy, you wouldn’t even look at me. I loved you. I wanted a life with you. You pushed me to this."

Grant’s gaze sharpened. "And you think Zack will marry you? You saw how he treated his wife at the airport."

Monica froze.

"Even if you killed me and took the company," Grant continued evenly, "the first thing Zack would do is kick you out. I may not love you. But he never loved you either."

"So those documents..." she whispered.

"Yes," Grant said. "I may not love you, but I never lied to you. I even treated your illegitimate child as my own. And this is how you repay me?"

He spoke so casually that it made him more frightening than if he had shouted.

"When did you know?" she asked weakly.

"That’s not important." His eyes were steady. "What matters is this I’m a businessman. I invested time and money in you and your lover. He wouldn’t be where he is without me. I’ll collect my return."

Monica’s face drained of color.

Grant didn’t care about emotions. He cared about numbers.

If he had been less calculating in the past, Mom would never have survived beside him. But now that his mind was clear, Monica understood she was in real danger.

"What... what do you want from me?" she stammered.

Grant tossed a thick ledger onto the floor in front of her. "This is what I’ve spent on you and Zack over the years."

The number was astronomical. Monica’s hands trembled as she flipped through it.

"I I can’t pay this."

"I know you can’t," Grant replied calmly. "Your lover’s company might barely survive this quarter. And that amount includes interest. You know my rules."

His voice was quiet but heavy.

"So what do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice breaking.

Grant looked down at her kneeling figure. His eyes were cold, completely stripped of warmth.

"I want you," he said slowly, "to make Zack pay for what he did to me."

He paused, then added,

"Double."