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Ex's Lawyer Friend Helped Me Divorce, Just to Have Me?! Novel Cover

Ex's Lawyer Friend Helped Me Divorce, Just to Have Me?!

I saw everything. My husband, his pants down to his ankles, my best friend's legs wrapped around his waist. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I went back to my table, drank until my heartbreak went numb, and made a decision. I wanted out. What I didn't want was Donovan Buford-my ex's friend, his most feared rival, the lawyer who never loses-showing up every single time my life fell apart. He caught me when I stumbled drunk. He broke down a door when Gary cornered me. He handed me a job when I had nowhere to go. I told myself he was just being decent. Then I found out that the divorce I thought I'd fought for alone? He'd been orchestrating it for years. So what exactly does Donovan Buford want from me?
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Chapter 2

Danica had a "good girl" reputation for the most part of her life.

It wasn't like she had been pretending to be good. She was genuinely a good person and be seen as a cheating wife was like a blow to her.

"I.I didn't mean to do that. I've had quite a number to drink and so I mistook you for someone else."

"Someone else?" Donovan's voice grew eerily cold as he moved closer to her.

She quickly moved back, why did he look so upset?

It was just a little harmless kiss.

Danica panicked realizing her back was against the wall now and he was standing so dangerously close to her.

"So you were just going to use anyone who came by here to get back at your husband?"

Danica's eyes dilated.

He knew Gary was cheating on her?

"I.I." She sighed, seeing no need to deny it. "Fine, you caught me. I was. And since you obviously know he had cheated on me first, how dare you make me feel like a shameless woman?!" She thundered.

Surprisingly, Donovan lifted up his hand, she froze as he ran a finger through her face.

"I just don't think this is the right way of doing things. Especially with you drunk, people tend to regret most of the things they do under the influence of alcohol."

Oh, he thought she really didn't want to cheat back?

Danica didn't care if this was the alcohol speaking or her need for revenge, she wanted to get involved with another man!

So she leaned closer, pressing herself against him.

"What if I tell you I won't regret anything right now?" She batted her lashes at her, slung him the most seductive look she could muster.

His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched.

But he gently pulled her away from him.

Digging his hand into his pocket, he brought out a business card and placed it on her hand.

Then he turned and left.

Danica blinked, wondering what he meant. Was he truly in on helping her even if he knew who Gary was?

The only thing she knew about him was that he was a well-known lawyer.

Giving her his card meant what?

He wanted her to call him?

The sudden interest in Donovan made Danica sobber up a bit more and she found her way back to the banquet hall.

Getting closer to her table, she saw Jenifer and Gary hurry up to her.

"Dani, where did you wander off to? We've been looking for you everywhere." Jenifer said, having that friendly smile as usual.

If it were before, Danica would have truly believed she was a good friend.

Gary stood beside Danica and noted.

"How much did you drink? You reek of alcohol."

Danica scoffed and stared at Gary, then at Jenifer.

"Where did you two disappear to almost two hours ago?"

Jenifer and Gary discretely stared at each other, they were certain no one had seen them at that corner because it was pretty close off.

Jenifer smiled. "I was here the whole time. I don't know about your husband though. Come on, Danica, let's go sit." Jenifer cheerfully held Danica's hand pulling her to their table.

At the other end of the hall, a pair of gloomy eyes observed the scene.

**************

By the time Danica and Gary got home, she was of a clearer mind but her heart was pretty numb now.

Just as she held the doorknob of her bedroom, she felt Gary moving closer to her.

He pulled her from behind in a back hug and then pressed his lips against her neck.

"I might not let you sleep tonight, my wife." He breathed.

Danica's nose scrunched, she could smell Jenifer's perfume on him and the scene flashed through her head.

They been wrapped around each other, muffling their moans and doing what they had been definitely doing for God knows how long.

And now, he thought he could just have her after being inside of Jenifer?

Danica felt disgusted to even be married to such a person. She pushed him away and murmured.

"I'm tired." With that, she hurried into her room and slammed the door on his face.

Once in, she broke down, the weight of the betrayal finally settling in.

*************

Early the following day, Danica pulled out her big luggage and started arranging her things.

She couldn't pretend, she definitely couldn't act like what happened last night didn't happen.

She was done being the wife of Gary. She didn't want to see him anymore. She had done all she could to please him and his family.

Even if his family never liked her, Danica felt staying here since he loved her. But it turns out that was all a lie.

He never did. He rarely ever told her he did. She realized she had been the one making herself believe that he loved her.

But she's had enough.

She didn't need him anymore.

He could go be with Jenifer.

Both lying, despicable bastards deserved each other!

She dragged her things down the stairs just to encounter Martha, her mother-in-law.

The woman stood, blocking Danica's path.

"Where are you going?"

Danica could already guess that this woman would side her son no matter what.

She could already imagine the woman telling her she didn't do enough and that was why Gary cheated.

Not wanting any words to put down her self-esteem, Danica quickly thought of an excuse.

She refused to believe that Gary's cheating was her fault.

She had displeased herself countless times to please other people.

But never again.

She was never going to let anyone make her feel she wasn't enough. She was never going to feel less of herself ever again.

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