My Broken Marriage: Saved by a Billionaire

“Take these and sign them.”

I shoved the divorce papers into my husband’s hands. He barely glanced at them before scrawling his signature—as carelessly as if it were our son’s school trip form.

No hesitation. No questions. Nothing.

And yet, my foolish heart still ached. How could he sign so easily? But then again, why should I be surprised? He never really cared for me. He never did. So why did I ever expect him to?

“Here,” he said, cold as ever.

Andrew set the papers on the table instead of handing them back to me and walked out of the room.

“Mommy, is Daddy upset with you?” Luke’s starry eyes looked up at me, full of innocent sweetness.

“Sometimes grown-ups get upset, baby. It’s nothing really,” I told him softly, praying he would drop the conversation.

I forced a smile and squeezed his little hand. “Now, tell me—how was school today, dear?”

With his small fingers curled around mine, I stood and led him out of my husband’s house, away from the man I loved so deeply.

The cool evening air brushed against my face as Luke and I stepped outside. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the quiet street, clutching my son’s hand as though it was the only anchor keeping me from collapsing.

I should have felt free. The papers were signed. The nightmare was supposed to be over. Yet my chest ached as if something sharp was lodged deep inside.

“Mommy,” Luke tugged at my hand, breaking me out of my daze. “Can we go get ice cream? Please?”

His smile was the same one that used to melt my heart on the darkest of days. I nodded quickly, forcing another smile for him. “Of course, baby. Anything you want.”

We walked down the street together, my heels clicking against the pavement, his little sneakers shuffling beside me. He hummed a song he must have learned at school, his sweet voice filling the silence I couldn’t bear.

But in my mind, Andrew’s cold face replayed over and over again. The way he hadn’t hesitated, hadn’t asked a single question, hadn’t even looked at me while signing away years of our lives together.

I remembered the day he’d slipped a ring onto my finger, his eyes shining with promises he never intended to keep. Forever, he had said. You’re my everything.

Lies. All of it.

“Mommy?” Luke’s voice came again, soft this time. “Why don’t you smile like before?”

My steps faltered. I crouched down so I was eye-level with him, brushing his soft brown hair away from his forehead. “I smile every time I see you, sweetheart. You’re the reason I can.”

He hugged me, his little arms wrapping tightly around my neck, and I held on for longer than I should have. Because deep inside, I knew I was falling apart.

By the time we reached the ice cream shop, my phone buzzed in my bag. My heart skipped. Some foolish part of me hoped it was Andrew—that he had realized his mistake, that he would say he didn’t mean it, that he still wanted us.

But when I pulled the phone out, the name flashing on the screen made my stomach twist.

It wasn’t Andrew.

It was her.

My grip tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Her name glared at me from the screen like poison.

I should decline. I should block her number and pretend she doesn’t exist. But curiosity burned hotter than pride. Why was she calling me? What more could she possibly want after ripping my marriage apart?

“Mommy, your phone,” Luke pointed out, licking at his ice cream cone with sticky fingers.

I forced a smile, shoving the phone back into my bag. “It’s no one important, sweetheart. Eat your ice cream before it melts.”

But my heart wouldn’t settle. Even as I listened to Luke chatter about his day, my thoughts circled back to that call. To her. To the woman who had stolen everything from me.

Later that night, after Luke had fallen asleep beside me, I sat in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, staring at my phone. Her name was still there, waiting, daring me to call back.

My thumb hovered over the screen. Every part of me screamed not to do it.

And yet, against all reason, I pressed call.

The line rang once. Twice.

Then her voice slid through the speaker—smooth, smug, and cruel.

My throat tightened. For a moment, I couldn’t speak.

“What do you want?” I finally whispered, my voice breaking despite my desperate attempt to sound strong.

A low laugh spilled from her lips.

“Know what?” My chest tightened.

“That Andrew isn’t wasting a single tear on you. He’s with me tonight. Right now. And trust me…” her voice lowered, dripping with venom, “…he’s never been this happy before.”

I should hang up, I thought, but before I could, my mouth opened.

“You’re lying,” I said, though my voice sounded weak, even to myself.

“Am I?” she mocked. “Maybe you should ask him yourself. Oh wait—you can’t. Because you’re no longer his wife. You’re just… his past.”

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I bit down hard on my lip, refusing to let her hear me cry. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I hung up on her.

The line went dead. Silence rushed in, heavy and suffocating. My heart broke all over again. How could he? After everything… after I had loved him so much.

Just then, my mother burst into the room, her face pale, her chest heaving. The door creaked loud enough to wake Luke, who rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Seeing my mother sweating and panting, I shot up to help her.

“What happened, Mom? Is everything alright?” I asked, panic rising in my chest.

Her lips trembled as her eyes welled with tears.