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Leaving a Cheating Husband

After discovering her husband’s betrayal, a devastated wife decides to end her marriage and reclaim her independence. The story follows her emotional journey as she navigates the pain of infidelity and the complexities of a messy divorce. While her unfaithful spouse attempts to manipulate her, she finds the strength to move on. This modern romance explores her path to healing and the unexpected hope that awaits her in a new life.
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Chapter 1

I loved Remy for five years, and during our engagement party, he promised that even if I couldn't have children, he would always love me. That was until the day of my nephew's christening.

At the event, my husband's face appeared on the big screen. In the photo, he was holding his widowed sister-in-law, Paulina, with a disturbingly affectionate look in his eyes. Paulina started crying and apologized, and Remy casually explained, “It’s tough for Paulina to raise her daughter alone. I just wanted to make Jessie’s christening complete. Please, don't be unreasonable.”

Everyone was watching, expecting to see me humiliated, but I calmly took off our engagement ring and slid it onto Paulina’s finger, smoothing my slightly rounded belly as I said, “I’m not being unreasonable; I wish you both eternal happiness.”

My words shocked everyone there, and they looked at me curiously. I struggled to maintain my composure and smiled, “Remy and I have ended our five-year relationship.”

“This came up so suddenly; I couldn’t let everyone know in advance.”

“I apologize to everyone. I hope this spectacle doesn’t ruin your day.” I gave a polite nod to the guests.

Remy, however, grabbed my arm angrily. I stumbled, and the microphone fell with a screech. "Stop making a scene; aren’t you embarrassed?"

I looked at him coldly, “I made the baby blanket stitch by stitch for our child.”

“The bracelet on Paulina’s wrist was a symbol of our love, and you say I'm making a scene.”

He avoided my eyes while Paulina dramatically approached, clasping my hand with insincere warmth, her floral perfume overwhelming my senses.

“It’s all a misunderstanding. Raising a child alone is really tough.”

“Please, don’t embarrass Remy and me in front of everyone.”

Already annoyed, Remy's face grew even darker, his frown deepening. I pulled my hand away and wiped it with a napkin from the table. Paulina looked hurt, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I just wanted to explain to you, but why are you shaming me like this?”

I saw her nudge Jessie, who started crying right on cue. Remy rushed over, holding Paulina and soothing the child. He turned to glare at me.

“Not even a shred of understanding for your family; you’re being utterly unreasonable.”

“Fix this mess here; I need to look after Paulina and Jessie.”

I watched their backs as they walked away, an image of a happy family, while I was cast as the outsider wrecking another's home. Silently, I dealt with the aftermath. By the time I was done, it was almost evening.

Remy hadn't said a single word of concern to me. In the end, it was my recently returned friend who came to pick me up. Lorelei took one look at my tired face, her eyes full of sympathy.

“Remy, that complete jerk! I should have never approved of you being with him.”

“If he knew the whole story from back then, would he really treat you like this?”

I gently stopped her, touching my slightly rounded belly, “None of that matters anymore.”

Resolute in my decision, she dropped me off at home before driving off.

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