All Chapters of I Ruined My Ex-Husband and It Was Worth It: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

‎‎‎Sarah‎‎‎‎The rain was fucking relentless that night.‎‎I remember gripping the steering wheel of my Range Rover, squinting through the windshield as sheets of water hammered against the glass. The highway was a goddamn nightmare, cars crawling at twenty miles per hour, I couldn't see shit, and my phone wouldn't stop buzzing with messages I didn't want to see.‎‎Marcus had texted me seventeen times.‎‎"Where the fuck are you?"‎‎"You're late for dinner with James and Victoria."‎‎"Don't embarrass me again, Sarah."‎‎The last one made me grip the wheel harder. Embarrass him. As if showing up late to a dinner party was the same as him staying out until 3 AM on "business calls" that ended with lipstick on his collar and the smell of Chanel No. 5 that I definitely didn't wear.‎‎I was pregnant. Six months pregnant with our first child, and my husband was having an affair.‎‎I'd known for two weeks. I'd found the texts on his iPad when I was looking for flight information.

‎Sarah‎‎‎‎My son was born on a Tuesday in March.‎‎I named him Alexander, because it meant defender of men, and I was going to need him to know that he had a mother who fought back. The birth was private just me and a doctor Diane had arranged, in a safe house in Marin County where nobody would think to look for a dead woman.‎‎When I held Alexander for the first time, I made a promise, his father would never know he existed. Not until I was ready. Not until I had destroyed everything Marcus had built on the foundation of my corpse.‎‎‎‎The first message arrived on what would have been my birthday.‎‎‎‎It was a press release, forwarded by a Google Alert I’d set up for “Bennett & Associates.” The subject line was professional, Bennett & Associates Announces Rebrand and Leadership Transition Under New Vision.‎‎‎‎I sat in the sunlight of Diane’s spare room, now my room, Alexander sleeping in a bassinet beside me, and opened it.‎‎‎‎There was a glossy new logo, and the

‎Sarah‎‎‎‎Today makes it six months of pretending, of smiling at their stolen happiness, six months of watching them walk my halls. Six months of invisible smiles as they passed my desk, their hands linked, their future built on my grave, and I had it all. Forty million dollars, traced and documented, proving my husband and my best friend— now fiancés are thieves and traitors.‎‎‎‎On a Friday afternoon, I called a meeting.‎‎‎‎They entered the conference room hand-in-hand, Victoria’s engagement ring bought with my company’s profits caught the light.‎‎‎‎“Emma,” Marcus said, his tone politely bored. “What’s so urgent?”‎‎‎‎I stood. My fingers went to the nape of my neck, releasing the auburn wig. I pulled it free, letting my own dark, shorter hair fall. Next, the blue-tinted contacts. I placed them on the table with a soft, deliberate click. Finally, the glasses.‎‎‎‎The silence was deafening, like a vacuum sucking the air from the room.‎‎‎‎Victoria’s hand slippe

‎‎Marcus‎‎Monday morning came like a storm.‎I stood outside Bennett & Associates, my hand on the glass door, and I couldn't push it open. Victoria was next to me, wearing sunglasses even though it was cloudy. Her jaw was so tight I thought her teeth might break.‎"We have to go in," she whispered.‎"I know."‎"We signed the papers, we don't have a choice."‎I knew that. Every choice I'd made in the last eighteen months had brought me to this exact moment, standing outside my own company as a junior associate, a thief and a fool.‎When we walked in, the office went quiet. Like the kind of quiet that felt like you were been led for an execution.‎Sarah sat in her office—my office, the one I'd taken after she "died" and she was looking at designs with a focus that made my stomach turn. She didn't even look up when we walked past.‎She didn't need to, she knew exactly where we were and exactly how much we were suffering.‎That was the point.‎‎My desk was in the junior section. A sm

‎‎Victoria‎‎"Then we run," I said. "We get money from somewhere and we run."‎"With what money?" Marcus asked. His voice was rising. He looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Sarah has my salary cut at seventy percent. I'm making nothing. You're in the same situation." He grabbed the counter. "Victoria, we can't run. We can't hide. We can't do anything."‎"So what do you want to do?" I snapped. "Just sit here and wait for Crowley to kill us?"‎"I don't know!" Marcus looked at me like I was supposed to have the answer. Like I was supposed to fix this. "I thought that if we just got through this, if we just paid back Sarah's money, everything would be okay. But it's not okay. It's never going to be okay."‎I pulled away from him. "This is your fault."‎"My fault?"‎"Yes, your fault!" I was angry now. Angry at him. Angry at Sarah. Angry at myself for being stupid enough to trust him. "You're the one who went to Crowley in the first place. You're the one who thought you coul