My Wife Traded Me for Eye Candy

The next day, Penelope gently shook me awake. "Samuel, let's go file our divorce today."I froze for a second before nodding. "Okay."On the way there, she kept rambling about her plans for our fourth-year anniversary. "I'll take you for a follow-up first. The doctor said your condition has improved a lot, and you'll be back to normal soon."After that, we'll travel for a bit. You haven't been anywhere these years, since you've been sick. I still remember how much you loved running around when you were a kid. You said you wanted to travel the world when you grew up. Once you're better, let's do it, okay?"She glanced at me, but I didn't respond.She sighed. "He's just an actor. How could I actually fall for someone like him? He's just a little different, that's all. I just want to see how long it'll take for him to give in. Don't worry, though. I promised to take care of you, and I definitely will."I gave a small nod. Feeling that the conversation was going nowhere, she quietly

I stood at the doorway, staring at Wendy's radiant smile. For a moment, being with her didn't seem so bad.She reached for my suitcase. "You'll live with me from now on, okay?"I nodded. "I want to see the plants first.""Of course. You will when we get home." She held out her hand to take mine, but I hesitated."What's wrong?" She tilted her head, her familiar gaze full of warmth. "Don't wanna come with me?"I looked down at my suitcase and turned to glance at the house I had lived in for four years. This used to be my home with Penelope. Now that she didn't want me anymore, I was all alone again.I shook my head before nodding. "I…"I opened my mouth, but my throat tightened. "I'm… useless, right?"Wendy froze before giving me a smile. "Who said so?""Everyone." My voice was barely a whisper. "They say that I'm autistic. That I'm useless. That I'm a burden to Penelope."Wendy's smile faded slowly. She approached me and took my hand in hers."Samuel Graham," she said, her

As soon as Penelope, the heiress of the Rivera family, got divorced, the news spread through high society like wildfire."Have you heard? Penelope Rivera got divorced!""Of course. They just finished signing the papers last week.""Honestly, good for her. Marrying someone with autism? That's just setting herself up for misery. That guy can't even socialize like a normal human being, let alone run the family business.""Still, that's harsh of Penelope. I heard he's not in great shape. Now that they're divorced, no one's taking care of him.""You don't get it. Families like the Riveras can't tolerate a son-in-law who can't even attend a gala. This was bound to happen sooner or later.""The marriage should've ended long ago, actually. They're no match for each other. That's just asking for trouble."…Meanwhile, in the private lounge of Penelope's exclusive club, her childhood friend, Amanda Lane, burst into the room, holding her phone up."Penny! Look!" Amanda shoved the phone i

With Wendy's help, I adjusted to life overseas in no time.I carried a cake home. Lately, her work had eased up, and she often got home earlier than I did. I counted the steps as I walked up the stairs, remembering how she mentioned she'd make red wine beef stew tonight.Just as I slid the key into the lock, the door opened from the inside.Wendy stood in the doorway, wearing my favorite beige loungewear. She held a pot of white gardenias that were about to bloom."Gardenias!" I blurted out, nearly dropping the cake box.The familiar aroma washed over me, and I reached out carefully to touch the white buds. The delicate texture of the petals beneath my finger brought back a certain memory. I recalled how Penelope had hurled my carefully nurtured jasmine out of the balcony."For you." Wendy leaned against the doorframe, the sunset showering her in gold.I looked at her, my throat tightening. "Are you sure?""Why wouldn't I be?" she replied with a smile as she took the cake box f

Wendy brought me to meet her business partners."This is my husband," she said, holding my hand as she introduced me confidently.I greeted everyone around me. No one looked at me with curiosity or judgment. They just spoke to me as if I were anyone else.Back when I was with Penelope, everyone around her knew I was autistic. She claimed that this was to protect me. In reality, though, no one wanted to talk to me at all because they knew I had autism. Slowly, it made my condition worse.Wendy's voice made me snap out of my thoughts. "Stay here and wait for me, Sam. I'm going to the restroom."I nodded and found a seat at the cafe. Just as I sat down, I saw Penelope. The moment she spotted me, she shoved the door open and stormed over to my table. Her nails nearly penetrated my skin when she grabbed my wrist."You sure have the guts, huh, Samuel Graham?" Her shrill voice drew stares from customers around us. "Fresh out of a divorce, and you're already clinging to the Hamiltons?"