Divorce Finally Made Him Break

It was the one night in a month that Timothy Grant and I could be intimate.I accidentally let out a soft gasp, and all desire faded from his cold eyes. He said, "Josie, you broke the rules."He quickly pulled away, threw on a bathrobe, and headed to the bathroom. Left alone on the bed, I closed my eyes in shame and embarrassment.Everything had changed three years ago, after our first child passed away. Back then, under the pretext of laying her soul to rest, Timothy had built a private chapel in our villa, where incense would burn year-round as he prayed to the heavens.He said those who were religious had to avoid indulgence, and he limited our intimacy to once a month at most. That wasn't all, though. I wasn't allowed to make any indecent sounds during our time together, lest it offend the sacred.Even though I was only 25 and had needs, I could only comply with his rules.…Timothy left the house in the middle of the night.Not long after, I got a call from my best friend,

"Wasn't it on your orders?" Laura asked apprehensively.Timothy must have made a call after she spoke. His voice was cold, and his authoritative tone left no room for argument. "Linda, go to the finance department tomorrow to settle your accounts. Don't bother coming to work anymore."Then, he walked into my room with the first-aid kit. His face was impassive as he sat on the edge of the bed and took my ankle, placing my leg on his lap. "It'll hurt a little, but bear with it."His eyes lingered on the dried blood on my knees. He studied it before carefully disinfecting the wound with an iodine swab.If those photos hadn't shattered every expectation I had of him, his focused expression might have fooled me into thinking that he was the same Timothy who had loved me long ago.But last night, he was with Yasmin. He had spent all night with her.In fact, perhaps he had been with her during all those days and nights he claimed to be on business trips for the past three years.A wave

Fortunately, Timothy seemed to still have some faith in me. He only lifted the corner of each page and signed where needed without even reading the contract's contents.When he signed the last page, which was the divorce agreement, my heart finally settled. I was afraid that he would realize what he'd done, so I quickly took the contract away as soon as he finished.Back in the master bedroom, I carefully slipped the divorce agreement with Timothy's signature into the pages of a book for safekeeping.It would take a month for the divorce to be finalized.…Later that night, I started packing to move out of the master bedroom.When Timothy returned and saw me limping around, gathering my things to make way for his mistress and illegitimate daughter, he stopped me."Let Laura or the maids handle this," he said, his tone relatively gentle. "Once this blows over, they'll leave, and you can move back in. Don't worry. They won't stay long."I let out a bitter laugh and swept a gaze o

I remembered it vividly. At the end of the year before last, my mother's condition had suddenly worsened. She was already in a vegetative state, but her organs had abruptly started failing. Her life had hung by a thread.Experts had said that a new medical device could replace her blood and provide cardiopulmonary support, potentially reversing her condition if used in time. Coincidentally, the device was developed by Timothy's company. It hadn't been on the market yet and was only accessible through internal channels.I had thought that it would be easy enough for Timothy to arrange. But when I had called him, he had cut me off, barely giving me the chance to explain my mother's worsening condition. "Tell the doctors to do everything they can for your mother. Money's no issue. I've got something urgent going on here, so I need to go."He hadn't even had the patience to hear me out before hanging up on me.Money was the easiest thing for Timothy to offer. It was just like me—easy t

The table was laden with meticulously prepared vegetarian dishes that the chef had spent all morning crafting. However, it was utterly outshone by my takeout spread.Yasmin and Daphne, who'd eaten Timothy's vegetarian meals for two days, stared at my food with wide eyes. Yasmin visibly swallowed hard, and Daphne was practically drooling.Timothy was the only one unmoved. He coldly asked, "Who allowed you to bring that into the house?"I snorted and retorted, "You bought this villa after our marriage, which means that it's our joint property. Since half of it is mine, why can't I eat what I want in my own home?"I sauntered to the wine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of exorbitantly priced red wine he had bought at an auction last year. I poured myself a glass.Under Timothy's murderous glare, I took a seat and elegantly cut into my steak. I took a bite, followed by a sip of wine.God, it was delicious.I had lost my marriage, but I suddenly felt like I had everything again.Natura