Divorce the Cheat, Return for Revenge

Petra caught another woman carelessly flirting with her own husband right in front of her eyes, barely forty eight hours of her postpartum recovery.The baby’s cry pierced through the house again, thin but stubborn, like a tiny alarm that refused to be ignored.Petra stood in the kitchen, exhausted.Two pots were on fire on two different burners. One had soup bubbling quietly, while the other held rice that needed constant attention so it wouldn’t burn. The heat from the stove mixed with the heaviness in her body. Her waist still ached from childbirth, and every movement reminded her that her body had not yet recovered.Yet she was the one cooking.The baby cried again.Petra turned her head toward the sitting room and raised her voice.“Honey, the baby is crying!” she called. “See if he needs a diaper change!”Her voice carried down the short hallway toward the living room.The cry continued.No response.Petra stirred the soup, tasted it quickly, then adjusted the flame under the ri

“It’s… it’s alright.”Zoe’s reaction changed so quickly it almost looked rehearsed. Just seconds ago she had flinched at the glass shattering near Pete’s feet, but now her face softened into something that looked like concern.She stepped closer to Pete, her fingers reaching for his hand as though it belonged to her.“If Petra doesn’t want to cook,” she said gently, “we can just eat out.”Her hand remained wrapped around Pete’s.Pete's cold eyes were still fixed on Petra, and the anger in them had not softened one bit. Zoe continued speaking, almost like she was trying to smooth things over, though the little smile on her lips betrayed something else.“Petra,” Zoe said, turning slightly so she could look at her clearly while still holding Pete’s hand. “Pete and I are tight, you know. Like brothers.”She chuckled lightly, as if the explanation was the most obvious thing in the world. Then her fingers curled more tightly around Pete’s hand as she added, “Otherwise, you’d never get to ma

Pete collected the file from Petra’s outstretched hand, his fingers tightening around the edges as his eyes dropped to the bold letters printed across the first page.The words DIVORCE AGREEMENT seemed to hit him harder than anything Petra had said that morning.For a brief moment he just stared at it, as if hoping the words would somehow change if he looked long enough.Petra had already leaned back slowly on the hospital bed, resting her head against the pillow again.Her expression empty as she looked out the window.Pete inhaled sharply, his jaw tightened.Without saying a word, he began squeezing the papers in his hands, crumpling them slowly as anger rose in his chest. The file bent and twisted under his grip before he flung it behind him carelessly.A couple sitting at the far end of the hospital room, whose wife had also been admitted in the same room, had been quietly minding their business.They were seated a few chairs away with their newborn baby. But now they couldn’t pre

Inside the luxury section of the mall, the atmosphere was calm and elegant. Bright lights shone softly from the ceiling, reflecting against the polished marble floor and the glass displays arranged neatly around the room.Expensive dresses hung in perfect rows on sleek racks, their fabrics smooth and flawless.Pete stood beside one of the racks, dressed in a fitted suit that gave him the appearance of a confident and successful man. His posture was relaxed, his hands moving casually as he examined a beautiful evening dress hanging before him.“This would look great on you,” Pete said as he touched the fabric lightly, lifting the hanger slightly so Zoe could see it better.Zoe stood beside him, dressed elegantly in a tight-fitting outfit that showed her curves clearly. Her lips slowly curved into a satisfied smile as she looked at the dress Pete had pointed out.She felt pleased.More than pleased.She felt proud.Just then, her eyes shifted casually toward the entrance of the section.

Moments later, the velvet curtain of the fitting section shifted and parted. Pete stepped out first, moving with the kind of ease that came naturally to a man who was used to having things go his way.He rolled his shoulders back slightly and began buttoning the front of his suit coat. After that, he turned to his tie, adjusting it with a smile.A few seconds passed before Zoe emerged behind him, stepping through the curtain confidently, drawing other’s attention.The sales representative who had been assisting them throughout their visit stepped forward, both hands extended, cradling a neatly wrapped package that contained the new dress."Your total is thirty-five thousand dollars," she said respectfully, her voice even and pleasant as she stretched the package toward them.Pete moved before Zoe even had a chance to reach forward. His hand came out smoothly and collected the package from the woman's grasp, pulling it under his arm casually.Without pausing, he dipped his fingers into