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His Debts, My Sweetest Victory

On our eighth anniversary, I found my husband on a tropical beach with his junior employee. A photo on social media showed them with a diamond ring he' d bought with our company' s money, captioned: "Paradise found with my forever love." But the moment he truly broke me was when I told him I was terminating the pregnancy and needed him there. He laughed. "You think I'm going to play along with your pathetic games?" he sneered, before rushing off to comfort his mistress. Later, in the hospital corridor, after I had gone through it all alone, he finally fell to his knees, crying and asking about "our baby." But it was too late. He and his mistress had already killed my child. So I played the part of the grieving wife. While he begged for a second chance, I quietly transferred millions to my name, gathered every last piece of evidence of his affair, and served him the final divorce papers, leaving him with nothing but a mountain of debt.
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Chapter 1

On our eighth anniversary, I found my husband on a tropical beach with his junior employee. A photo on social media showed them with a diamond ring he' d bought with our company' s money, captioned: "Paradise found with my forever love."

But the moment he truly broke me was when I told him I was terminating the pregnancy and needed him there. He laughed.

"You think I'm going to play along with your pathetic games?" he sneered, before rushing off to comfort his mistress.

Later, in the hospital corridor, after I had gone through it all alone, he finally fell to his knees, crying and asking about "our baby." But it was too late. He and his mistress had already killed my child.

So I played the part of the grieving wife. While he begged for a second chance, I quietly transferred millions to my name, gathered every last piece of evidence of his affair, and served him the final divorce papers, leaving him with nothing but a mountain of debt.

Chapter 1

Kelsey Reyes POV:

I found him. Not in our bed, not even in our city. He was on some sun-drenched beach, miles away, with her.

It was almost midnight when I got home. The city lights blurred through the car window. The apartment was cold and quiet.

My eyes landed on the bed. A scattering of red rose petals still clung to the silk sheets. A gaudy "Happy Anniversary" banner drooped slightly from the wall above our headboard.

Anniversary. Eight years since we started our tech company. Eight years since we got married.

I felt nothing. Just a dull ache behind my eyes from staring at screens all day.

I swept the petals onto the floor with a tired hand. The banner, I just ripped it down. It went into the trash without a second thought.

I collapsed onto the mattress. My body was heavy, each bone protesting.

I plugged in my phone. The screen flashed to life.

My finger brushed against the social media app. It opened.

There it was. A picture.

Him. Elias. And Dayami. His junior employee.

They were laughing, their faces close, bathed in the golden glow of a tropical sunset. Her head was tilted against his shoulder. His arm was around her waist.

The caption read: "Paradise found with my forever love." A diamond emoji shimmered next to it.

A diamond ring. On her finger.

I stared at it. My heart didn't clench. My stomach didn' t drop.

It was just… information.

Last year, a picture like this would have sent me into a spiral. I would have screamed, cried, thrown things.

Tonight, I simply pressed the power button. The screen went dark.

I closed my eyes. Sleep found me easily.

The next few days passed in a blur of silence. No calls, no texts from Elias.

Dayami' s feed, however, was vibrant. More pictures. Fine dining, private beaches, expensive watches. All paid for with company money, I knew. Our company's money.

I just scrolled past them. Each post a fresh wound, but my skin had thickened.

I called my lawyer. I told her I wanted a divorce.

I thought about the eight years. The crazy, passionate beginning. The secret wedding in Vegas.

We were so young, so in love. Or so I thought.

Now, all that was left was a hollow space. A wreckage.

Two weeks later, the divorce papers sat on my coffee table. I was reviewing them, marking clauses, making notes.

The front door burst open. Elias and Dayami walked in.

Hand in hand. Like they owned the place.

Elias stopped dead when he saw me. His face went white. Dayami, beside him, squeezed his hand tighter. A smug little smile played on her lips.

"Kelsey? What are you doing here?" Elias stammered.

"What does it look like?" My voice was flat. Emotionless.

"I thought… I thought you were still at your parents'," he mumbled. "I mean, with… with your condition and everything." He gestured vaguely at my stomach.

I just arched an eyebrow. I didn't say a word.

My silence seemed to infuriate him more than any shout ever could.

"What's with the attitude, Kelsey? You're acting like I did something wrong!" he snapped.

"Did you?" I asked, my gaze steady.

"Of course not! Dayami and I were just on a business trip. Team building, you know?" He tried to sound flippant, but his eyes darted away.

"Business trip with diamond rings and 'forever love' captions?" I picked up my phone from the table. The screen showed Dayami' s post. I held it out.

His face flushed. "That's… that's just a joke! Dayami is like a little sister to me, you know that!"

"Oh, I know," I said, my voice dripping with ice. "A very expensive little sister."

Elias threw his hands up. "Why are you always so dramatic, Kelsey? Can't you just for once be normal?"

"Normal?" I scoffed. "My definition of normal clearly differs from yours."

Dayami stepped forward, a handkerchief dabbing at her eyes. "Kelsey, please don't be mad at Elias. It was all my fault. I made him take me on that trip. I just… I needed a break. And Elias is so kind."

I ignored her. My eyes were fixed on Elias.

"I'm busy, Elias," I said, gesturing to the stack of papers. "If you could just sign these, we can both move on."

He blinked. Then his gaze fell on the document. His eyes widened.

"Divorce papers?" he whispered, his voice cracking. "Kelsey, what is this? Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack," I said. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

I went to walk past him. He grabbed my arm.

"Kelsey, wait! We need to talk about this!" His voice was a whine.

"There's nothing to talk about," I said, my voice colder than ever. "It's over."

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