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Chapter 5
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2025-07-28 18:38:27HANNAH
I didn’t wait for discharge papers. And I certainly didn’t want Nico to explain why he cheated.
I just left the hospital to get away from him.
When he tried to kiss me, like nothing had happened, I lost it.
He tasted like lies.
So I wasn’t overthinking these past few days. That lipstick, that strand of blonde hair, they were all proof he was cheating.
And I was such a fool, making excuses after excuses for him!
I couldn’t stay in the same house with Nico. Not after that. The thought of sleeping under the same roof with him made my stomach turn.
I walked out into the night and hailed a cab. When I told the driver the address, a lump rose in my throat as a wave of overwhelming sadness crashed over me. This had been my home for seven years.
For seven years, we had been the perfect couple. I had long seen him as my one and only source of support in this life. But he betrayed me, so easily.
But I wasn’t Nico’s wife anymore. Not in my heart.
I was going back, but only to pack my things.
I pushed the door open with my shoulder. I was still in the same clothes I wore at the hospital. I wanted to shower and wash the day off me.
Instead, I froze.
Our family doctor, Sydney Ramirez, was standing in the living room. She was holding a piece of a red lacy lingerie. Definitely not mine.
For a second, my brain short‑circuited. I just stared at her like maybe there was a camera crew hiding somewhere. A part of me was waiting to yell that I was getting Punk’d. There was no way this was real.
No way Dr. Ramirez, the woman I trusted with my body, ruined my marriage.
“What the hell is this?” I asked.
Sydney flinched like a kid caught stealing. She spun around so fast she almost dropped it. “Mrs. Mancini. Wait, please.”
“That’s not mine,” I said, stepping closer. My hands shook. “You better start talking before I lose it.”
Sydney’s eyes darted to the floor. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Really?” I laughed. “You’re standing in our house holding some woman’s panties. Oh wait, let me guess, they’re yours.”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
My mind kept flashing back to our weekly check-ups. The gentle way she used to pat my arm. The way she said, “We’re going to get you pregnant, Hannah. Trust me.”
Trust. Yeah, right.
I threw my keys on the table. “You’ve been sneaking around in my house.”
“Hannah, I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”
“You didn’t mean for me to — ” My laugh turned into something ugly. “You’re my doctor, Sydney. You’ve been giving me fertility treatments. And then what? You come here when I’m not home and screw my husband in my bed?”
She winced like I’d slapped her. “It just… happened.”
“You just happened to seduce him?” I didn’t care if the maids heard.
She dropped to her knees suddenly. “Hannah, please. I’m sorry. I love him — ”
I stepped back like she’d burned me. “You love him, alright. Snakes deserve each other.”
“Please,” she sobbed. “Hear me out. I swear I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just couldn’t control myself. That night, he was drunk and mistook me for you. I know I should have stopped it, but... but he’s just so captivating. I couldn’t help falling in love with him.”
”Please, can you forgive me? Hannah, I’m so, so sorry.”
I stared at her tear-streaked, contorted face, feeling dazed. Was this really the same Sydney Ramirez I once knew?
She once held my hand when I cried. She adjusted my dosage when I bled. She knew everything from my cycle to my fear of needles.
She knew me inside and out. And still, she chose to fuck my husband.
She was supposed to help me build a family. Yet, she was the one who tore it apart.
God, I trusted her more than I trusted most people. Turned out, she was just another liar in a white coat.
I grabbed my phone and scrolled to my lawyer’s number. My hands still shook, but I hit call.
“Atty. Kelce,” I said when he picked up. “I need you to start drafting a divorce agreement. Tonight.”
There was a pause. “Mrs. Mancini… are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said. “I just found out my husband is cheating on me.”
He exhaled. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll start drafting right away. We’ll need to review details. Assets, accounts, all that. Can you come in tomorrow?”
“Of course,” I said. “Whatever you need.”
“Do you want to file on grounds of infidelity?”
“Yes. And I can provide proof.”
“All right,” he said, his tone steady. “Let’s meet at ten in the morning. We’ll go through everything then.”
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
Just as I hung up the phone, the lock clicked. Nico came in. “Hannah! Thank God, you’re here.” His voice was surprised. “Before you say anything…”
I stood up. “Don’t even start.”
His eyes darted to Sydney. His face went pale.
“You knew,” I said softly. “You let her in here. You gave her the key.”
“Hannah…”
“You two had sex in my bed.” My voice cracked. “After everything we’ve been through?”
He stepped forward. “I was drunk and —”
“Don’t touch me!” I backed away. My hands balled into fists. “I trusted you both, Nico.”
He rubbed his face like he could wipe away the guilt. “Listen to me first.”
“You’re not gonna talk your way out of this.”
He looked desperate now. “Hannah, you don’t understand. I came straight here because I have something to tell you.”
“I don’t care.”
“You need to hear this.”
“I said I don’t —”
“Hannah, listen to me, you’re pregnant!”
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HANNAHThe mansion doesn’t feel like a mansion anymore. It feels like a carcass.The chandeliers are still lit, but they buzz too loudly in the empty halls. The lilies in the foyer are wilted, their petals browning like paper left too close to a flame. Someone—probably Alvarez—still keeps the marble polished, but the shine feels wrong. Too clean. Like the place is trying to hide what it’s been.Most of the staff have gone, taking quiet leaves of absence or just not coming back at all. Veronica is gone too—retreated somewhere private to salvage what’s left of her reputation. Sydney’s room was cleared out overnight. No goodbye, no scene. Just gone.Only Nico’s shadow lingers. His study door is sealed, crime tape stretched across it, the desk inside probably still smelling like his cologne and broken glass. He’s not here anymore. He’s somewhere else—under investigation, under guard, under everything.For the first time in years, I can walk through this house without listening for footste
Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband Chapter 129
SYDNEYI wake to the sound of my phone buzzing nonstop. At first, it feels good. Like victory.This is it. The story must have gone live. My inbox must be full of congratulations, of editors asking for exclusives, of Nico finally seeing what Hannah really is.I reach for the phone, heart thudding.And then I see the notifications.Not praise.Headlines.HANNAH MANCINI: THE SURVIVOR WHO STOOD AGAINST HER HUSBAND’S EMPIRE VIEWERS RALLY AROUND HANNAH AFTER SHOCKING FOOTAGE PUBLIC OUTCRY GROWS AS HANNAH’S STATEMENTS TREND #IStandWithHannahThe tabloid story I planted is there, buried three scrolls down.And the comments under it are brutal.“This is disgusting. Leave her alone.” “This is just more victim-blaming trash.” “Sydney’s name is on this? Of course it is. She’s been jealous from the start.”My mouth goes dry. I keep scrolling, keep reading, keep looking for someone—anyone—to say what I wanted them to say.They don’t.**********************************By the time I sit up, the
Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband Chapter 128
NICOThe walls are too loud. They whisper when I walk past, like the plaster itself has joined the chorus.“Fraud.”“Control.”“Coercion.”Words reporters love because they don’t have to live inside them.I slam my fist against the wood paneling in the study until my knuckles sing, but the whispers don’t stop. They never stop.**********************************The staff scatter when I enter a room now. Alvarez lowers her eyes. Even the gardener—who’s worked here twenty years, who once said I saved his son’s job—won’t meet my gaze.Traitors. All of them.Only Hannah smiles. She smiles like she believes, like she hasn’t already poisoned me with her performance, her “truth.” I saw the way she looked at the crowd last night, saw how the cameras adored her.She’s mine. She’s always been mine.But even mine smiles too much when I’m not watching.**********************************This morning, the board came. I should’ve told them not to, but they swarmed anyway, their suits and their nerv
Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband Chapter 127
HANNAHThe ballroom feels hotter tonight. The chandeliers blaze so brightly it’s like they want to burn holes in me, but I stand very still, smiling, the perfect wife beside her perfect husband. Nico’s hand rests on the small of my back — warm, possessive, grounding me in a way that feels more like a chain than a touch.Cameras flash. Glasses clink. The murmur of expensive conversation swells and dips, like everyone’s waiting for the main act to begin.And they are.I glance toward the far wall where the press has been corralled. Red camera lights glow like waiting eyes. Somewhere outside the building, David is watching through the feed, waiting for me to give the signal.I can feel the flash drive like a weight in my clutch. Cold. Small. Capable of ending everything.Nico raises his glass again, ready to speak, but I slide forward before he can, letting the train of my dress sweep behind me.“Before Nico speaks,” I say, projecting my voice so the whole room can hear, “I’d like to say
Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband Chapter 126
HANNAHThe mansion gleams like it’s been scrubbed within an inch of its life. Chandeliers blaze overhead, marble floors polished until they reflect my dress back at me — the same emerald silk Nico chose, a replica of the one I wore the night we met. He thinks putting me in it will rewrite history, drag me back to a place where I still loved him.Underneath the silk, against my ribs, the mic David gave me hums like a second heartbeat. Two taps to go live, three for backup. I tap twice before stepping out of my room.The house is a theater tonight. Staff move like clockwork, faces blank, hands sure. Guests arrive in waves — businessmen in black suits, women in couture, the city’s gossip writers already whispering before they’re even handed champagne. It’s a reconciliation story too shiny to resist: the fallen wife restored, the perfect family rebuilt.I catch Alvarez’s eye as I pass. She doesn’t speak, just inclines her head the smallest fraction — a signal we agreed on. South hall clear
Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband Chapter 125
HANNAHBy the time I made it back to my room, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.The house was quiet, too quiet, the kind that pressed on my skin and made me wonder if Nico had eyes on me even now. The vows I’d found scrawled across his desk burned behind my eyes — You’ll never leave me again — written so many times the pen had nearly carved through the paper.I wanted to scream. I wanted to smash something until it broke loud enough to wake the whole damn house. Instead, I paced.The knock came soft, deliberate.“Open the door, Hannah,” David’s voice, low and dangerous, the kind of voice that never asked twice.I hesitated for three full seconds before turning the knob.He was already inside before I could say anything, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t bother with hello.“You can’t do this,” he said, his voice sharp. “You can’t stand up in front of half the city tomorrow and let him put a ring on you like some trophy he just cleaned and polished.”“I’m not letting him—”“Yes, you
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