Divorcing Cheating Husband: I Turned The Table

Scarlett’s POVI was in the elevator, heading to Nathan’s office, when I held up my phone to call him to tell him the big news. I was so bubbling with excitement that I didn’t know when the idea struck my mind. I want to give Nathan—my fiancè—a crucial announcement of pregnancy. For a woman who is pregnant for the first time by her fiancé—not even her husband—to announce it on their mobile phone is really awkward. And even more weird when I’m on my way to his office.“Scarlett?” Nathan called out to me just as the elevator was about to close. I didn’t realize I had reached his office.“Hey, hold on. Don’t take me back down. Open now, knucklehead!” I fought with the elevator door before finally throwing myself into the office, smashing my knees to the floor, and sending my phone sliding across the tiles.“Ouch!” I exclaimed. Nathan jerked up from his seat.“It’s nothing. I’m very much fine,” I said even before Nathan could ask if I was okay as I scrambled up to my feet. I picked up m

Nathan’s POVI have been drowning in a sea of despair, suffocating under the weight of Scarlett's absence. Every breath I take, every thought I think, is consumed by her presence. It's as if she's haunting me, her memory taunting me with every passing moment. Just 48 hours ago, I exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish another, but my heart belongs to Scarlett. The ache within me is unbearable. Her unreachable phone line is like a cruel reminder of our separation. I'm trapped in a living nightmare, tormented by the memories of our time together, my mind screaming for her return.“Hey, Nathan,” my so-called wife, came along. She reached up on her toes and pecked me on the lips. “Good morning, my love. Where are you going to wear two different pairs of shoes?” she asked.I looked down at my feet, discovering I was wearing different pairs of white and black sneakers. I shoved the briefcase at her and turned to go change.“Hey, what was that all about?” she whined, flitting to my

Scarlett’s POVIt was my first day at the office. The moment I stepped onto the first floor, the staff all stood up. "Good morning, ma'am," they greeted, heads hung down.“Set up a meeting with everyone, Gabriel,” I ordered.“Okay, ma’am,” he replied curtly, and we headed to my office.“Were you able to schedule a meeting with Mr. Aguas and the two other men?” I asked as we entered the elevator.“Yes, ma’am. Your first meeting will be with Mr. Aguas at The Heritage Hotel,” he responded. “Mr. James promised to meet with you tomorrow, but Mr. Cruz claimed he wasn’t interested.”“Tsk!” I chuckled, and the elevator opened, welcoming me into my spectacular warm glow office.It featured everything needed to make an office, except for the two abnormally large windows that serve more like my CCTV. Plus a set of speakers. My love for music isn’t negligible; I can listen to music even while asleep.“You did a great job, Gabriel,” I praised him, heading to my desk.“Thank you, ma’am,” he smiled