Divorce After His Affair
Two months into my pregnancy, my health became so fragile that I had to leave my job to ensure the baby's well-being. My husband insisted that our arrangement to evenly split living expenses must continue, requiring me to cover half of the monthly groceries, around $400, even while pregnant. The next day, his ex-girlfriend flaunted on Instagram: "Celebrating six years with someone special who surprised me with a Louis Vuitton bag to brighten my day." The ring in the photo was unmistakably my husband's. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. Kendra Parker's Louis Vuitton bag was like a dagger in my eyes. Six years, Louis Vuitton, and what had I gotten from Waylon in our three years of marriage? I once jokingly told Waylon that owning a Louis Vuitton bag would be a dream. He replied, "Gold digging isn't attractive. We agreed on splitting expenses—you can't expect to use my money for things like that."
Waylon walked in, noticing my pale face. His eyes hinted at something unsaid, but he remained silent and headed to the closet to change.
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Chapter 5
The night I lost my child, I came across a social media post from Kendra Parker while scrolling through my Facebook feed. In the photo, she and Waylon George were sitting at my dining table, surrounded by an impressive spread of dishes. Waylon wore a soft smile, one I had never seen before.
The caption read: "Someone's culinary skills are as impressive as ever!"
Waylon and I had been together for many years, and he had never once cooked for me. Even when I was curled up in pain from cramps, all I asked for was a simple cup of ginger tea. He'd dismissively remark, "Can't you just order something? Stop bothering me."
Yet, here he was, cooking for another woman and looking so pleased. A wave of nausea hit me, not just at Waylon's hypocrisy and cruelty, but at my own naivety and blindness in the past.
That's when I decided—I needed a divorce, for myself and for the child I lost.
When Nala Lawson heard about my decision, she was incredibly supportive. She reassured me confidently, "Don't worry. I have a friend who's an excellent divorce lawyer. They'll make sure you leave that jerk with nothing."
Her words warmed my heart. Having a friend like Nala in my life was truly a blessing amidst my misfortune.
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8.1
Andy Black thought her future was secure—until the two men she trusted most destroyed it.
On the eve of her engagement, Andy uncovers a devastating truth: her father has secretly traded her marriage for power, and her fiancé has been complicit all along. Betrayed not just in love, but in blood, she becomes a pawn in a ruthless game of ambition and control. Heartbroken yet unbroken, Andy refuses to be sacrificed.
With nothing left to lose, she walks away from the life that was chosen for her and begins to rewrite her own destiny. But as she rises from the ashes, secrets unravel, alliances shift, and the men who betrayed her begin to realize the cost of underestimating her.
In a world where loyalty is fragile and power comes at a price, Andy Black will no longer be anyone’s victim—she will be the reckoning they never saw coming.
9.7
I stared at the pregnancy test, my heart hammering against my ribs as I waited for the result to appear. One line. Just one. I exhaled, a mixture of relief and disappointment washing over me. Not pregnant. The bathroom light cast harsh shadows across my face in the mirror. I'd been so sure—the nausea, the fatigue, my period two weeks late. But the single pink line was definitive. "It's for the best," I whispered to my reflection, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Jason and I had talked about children, of course.
8.4
Two months after our daughter passed away, Henrik Kim’s mistress gave birth to a baby girl. He rented the most extravagant ballroom for a lavish celebration of the child's one-month birthday and made me the event planner: “Elora is sensitive, so ensure all sharp objects are out of sight.”
The mistress cradled her baby, smiling at me. “Elaine, don't you think little Elora resembles your daughter?”
I didn’t attend the birthday party. Henrik didn’t know that the heir from a well-known London family, whom I once turned down for him, had returned to propose. And I accepted. When we found out the child was a boy, Henrik couldn’t stop smiling. He had a mountain of baby clothes and supplies delivered. Eventually, he bought the estate next door and moved Jessie Coleman in. He hired twenty staff members just to cater to her. Over dinner, I offhandedly mentioned these expenses, and Henrik inexplicably threw his plate.
9.5
The pain ripped through me like a serrated knife, tearing at my insides as I doubled over on our bedroom floor. My hands instinctively cradled my swollen belly, feeling the wetness spreading beneath me on the expensive Persian rug Marcus had insisted on buying. "The baby," I gasped, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. "Mom, the baby's coming!"
My mother, who had been staying with us during my final trimester, rushed into the room. Her face paled at the sight of the clear fluid pooling around me. "Your water broke. We need to get you to the hospital now," she said, her voice steady despite the panic I could see flickering in her eyes. The contractions intensified as we made our way to Seattle General. Each wave of pain crashed over me with increasing ferocity, leaving me breathless and terrified. This wasn't right.
9.0
*He asked four girls to flash him on a group call. I found out. I left.*
Now my ex, Liam—the man every woman drools over—thinks I'll crawl back. He's wrong.
Because at the lowest moment of my life, *he* walked in. Kade Covington. Billionaire. My ex's billionaire rival. And he made me an offer I should refuse:
*"Let me ruin him. Wear my ring. Share my bed. And I'll make sure Liam chokes on every regret."*
But the closer I get to Kade, the more I realize—this isn't about revenge anymore. This man plans to keep me. Forever.
And Liam? He's about to learn what happens when you break the wrong girl's heart.
7.7
On the third anniversary of our marriage, Adrian Griffin had a new face in his passenger seat.
This time, I, Audrey Lawson, didn't storm over to tear them apart. I didn't scream or demand explanations.
I simply went home and poured the dinner I had spent the entire afternoon preparing into the trash.
The housekeeper tried to stop me. "Mrs. Griffin, you worked all afternoon on those dishes..."
I wiped my hands, my voice flat. "It's cold. I don't want it anymore."
Not the food. Not the man I had once given up my career to marry.
I took out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago. Without hesitation, I signed my name-slowly, carefully, stroke by stroke.
Then I began packing my things. Clothes. Jewelry.
And the honors that were rightfully mine.
Adrian had no idea that every award-winning design Griffin Group had received in the past five years had come from my hand.
He had built his reputation in the industry on my work.
I dialed a number that had lain dormant for three years.
"Professor, I'm back."
From this day forward, I would reclaim everything that belonged to me.