Divorced My Husband And Found Love

Delilah's POV

I should’ve stayed at the spa.

That’s where Julian sent me this morning with a kiss on the forehead and two pre-booked treatments at Washington’s most expensive wellness resort. “You deserve a break, babe,” he’d said. “Our anniversary dinner can wait until I’m back.”

But I’d had a better idea. A home-cooked meal. Candlelight. His favorite wine. Me in the dress he liked most. I wanted tonight to be special. I wanted to remind him how lucky we were and how perfect our marriage still could be, even if he’d been… off lately.

So I skipped the spa, picked up groceries, and hummed through the aisles like a good wife in a romantic movie montage.

But this wasn’t a movie.

I knew something was wrong the second I pulled into our driveway and saw the door unlocked. Julian was supposed to be at a meeting, and the house should’ve been empty.

I frowned but told myself it was nothing. Maybe he came home early, or perhaps he forgot to text me.

Maybe he was also planning a surprise.

I stepped inside, my arms full of grocery bags and my heart still holding onto hope.

Then I heard it.

A moan.

Male.

Guttural.

“Take my dick, baby,” a voice growled from upstairs.

I froze.

My body locked up as my brain scrambled to make sense of what I’d just heard. My hand tightened around the bottle of wine in the bag, its neck sticking out like some cruel joke.

I took a step forward. Then another. I didn’t want to go upstairs. My instincts screamed for me to turn around and walk out.

But I had to see it.

I climbed the stairs like I was walking to my own execution. Each step was louder than it should’ve been.

Our bedroom door was open.

And there they were.

Julian, my husband. Naked. Breathless. Moaning.

Pinned beneath his assistant.

William.

Thrusting into his ass like they’d done this a hundred times before. Like this was normal. A Routine.

My vision blurred. Not from tears. Not yet. Just disbelief. Julian didn’t see me. Neither did William. They were too lost in each other. In their affair.

Julian’s voice was breathy. “You know I love your cock more than anything.”

My fingers slipped. The grocery bag fell to the floor with a dull thud, forgotten. All my attention was focused on the scene before me. My mind struggled to process what I saw, and my heart felt like it had stopped beating. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing

"Harder! Ugh," that was Jullian, my husband. The one I had looked forward to cooking for. The one I had been married to for three whole years. I shivered involuntarily; My husband was having sex... With a man!

I couldn't believe it; I couldn't believe my eyes. Jullian was being pinned to the bed by a man! A man I had considered a friend. Mr William, Jullian's personal assistant. He was pinning my husband down and drilling into him so hard they were both grunting and groaning. They looked so into it that they hadn't noticed me standing there or the sound of the grocery bag falling to the ground.

My breath caught in my throat, and my hand instinctively covered my mouth. I didn't want to make a sound or want them to know I was there. I was paralyzed with shock and hurt, hoping it was all a dream. So this was why he had wanted me to go to an all day spa? So he could get me out of the house?

Julian was my knight in shining armor. He was everything a girl dreamed of. He was charming, sweet, and extremely handsome, and he was also rich and the heir to his parents' million-dollar company. My life changed for the better after meeting him. After a few months of courting, he proposed, and our wedding was a dream come true for both my aunt and me. And suddenly, I forgot what it was like to struggle. Jillian never let me lift a finger; he treated me like a queen and showed me a whole new world I had never known existed.

Even when the only family I knew, my aunt, passed away, my husband was always by my side and supported me through thick and thin. It was safe to say I was stupidly in love with my very perfect husband.

How, then, could my perfect husband do this to me? Was this why he had been acting strange lately? Was this it? Was this the reason why I felt the distance between us growing? Was this the reason why I felt like our marriage had been falling apart?

I’d suspected something was wrong for weeks. He stopped touching me, stopped looking at me like he used to. I’d blamed stress, work, grief, even myself. I thought maybe I wasn’t enough anymore.

But this?

This wasn’t stress.

This was betrayal in its most humiliating form.

I wasn’t just being left. I was being replaced by a man. One I’d cooked for. Welcomed. Trusted.

"You love it, don't you? You love how this cock makes you feel, Jullian," I heard his assistant grunt.

"You know I do," my so-called husband moaned a reply. My eyes widened in horror as I listened to Julian and his assistant's conversation.

"I always want to be with you, Jullian; I don't like how we always have to be apart and pretend," Mr William said in an irritated voice. "You need to get rid of your wife as soon as possible. Divorce Delilah, and we can finally be together openly." I heard him say, and my heart broke even more.

I choked on a sob as the tears fell even more, blurring my sight. Julian's response came between moans. "In time," he whispered. "I need to break the news to her gently."

I felt like I was going to collapse. My legs trembled beneath me, and I had to grab the doorframe to steady myself. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Julian, the man I loved and trusted, was planning to leave me for his assistant. A man at that!

His assistant's words were like a knife to my heart. "Delilah is not useful in any way," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You love me, and you should divorce her as soon as possible. She's just a burden, and you should throw that woman out on the street where she belongs." Mr Williams said. Julian's gentle chuckle was like a slap in the face.

"I'll contact my lawyer as soon as possible," he said, his voice filled with amusement. “I'll make sure she gets out of my life for good." His assistant's response confirmed my worst fears. "Very good," he said. Delilah no longer needs to play the cover-up role."

Julian's agreement was the final blow. "I agree," he said. "I'll do it very soon. I don't want anything to do with her anymore." I felt like I'd been living a lie. Every moment I'd shared with Julian, every laugh, every tear, every whispered promise... it was all a lie.

I was a cover-up, not a wife. A cover-up, that was what I had been to Julian all along.

And worst of all? I hadn’t even suspected this. I’d felt the distance, the cold touches, the way he avoided my eyes. But never in my darkest thoughts had I imagined he’d been living a double life right under my nose. How long had they laughed about me behind my back? How many nights had he left my bed to sneak into his?