Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorce My “Dual Personality” Billionaire Husband: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I walked into Dr. Miller's psychiatric office.Ethan had his back to me, speaking into his phone. "Yeah, got it. Stop nagging. Same place tonight."He cut off mid-sentence when he heard the door.He turned around, a reckless grin spreading across his face, his eyes giving me a slow, lazy once-over."Well, well. Wifey's here to collect her man again?"He flopped back onto the couch, legs crossed and propped on the edge of the coffee table."Took you long enough this time. Traffic? Or have you finally come to your senses and decided to step aside?"I said nothing. I just looked at him.He waited a few seconds. No teary eyes. No marriage certificate pulled from my bag like every other time.Maybe it was the surprise that made him get up and walk toward me.He leaned in close, reaching out to tip my chin up with one finger.I turned my head and dodged it.His finger caught nothing but air. He laughed even louder."Playing hard to get? Serena, who's this little act for? What's so great abou

"Serena! What are you even talking about? I don't understand!"His voice kept climbing with every word."I'm sick! I can't control him! You know that! The doctor said so -- it's a disorder!""How can you blame me for everything he does?! I love you, Serena!"I didn't want to look anymore. Didn't want to listen.I bent down and grabbed the handle of my suitcase.I needed to leave. Right now."Serena! Don't go! I shouldn't have let him take over! I shouldn't have gotten sick!"When he saw me heading for the door, he threw himself forward and clung to my legs, dropping to his knees on the floor."Don't leave. I'm begging you. I'll die without you."I tried to pull my legs free, but his grip was iron.In the middle of our tug-of-war, the doorbell rang.We both froze.Ethan's hands loosened instinctively.Before he could grab me again, I pulled free and stepped back.The doorbell kept ringing, joined by a young woman's voice."Ethan Westbrook? Open up! I know you're home!"Vivian Lane.The

The next thirty days, he pursued me relentlessly.It was as if he'd finally found a new stage. The acting chops he'd honed on me over five years were now unleashed on the entire world.It started with social media.Every day or two, a new post would appear on my feed.Nothing as blunt as an accusation. Just cryptic little compositions.Sometimes a photo of a streetlamp outside his window late at night.Caption: "Another sleepless night. Just me and the pain, tossing and turning."Sometimes a blurry silhouette, with: "It's easy to fall in love. It's staying that's hard. Maybe solitude is where I belong."Our mutual friends piled into the comments with sympathy."Hang in there, Ethan.""Stay strong, man. It'll get better."Seemingly neutral, but the sympathy was clearly aimed at Ethan.Then came the workplace.After a project meeting, my supervisor, Ms. Harper, asked me to stay behind."Serena, is everything okay at home? You seem a little off lately."My stomach dropped.She looked up,

I learned from my lawyer that Ethan's business partners were starting to get cold feet.The words "psychiatric evaluation" had finally cost him something real.But it didn't take long for him to find a different approach.He started showing up every night outside my new apartment building.No headlights on, just sitting in his car, staying until well past midnight.Every time I came home from work, I could feel his eyes on my back.A few times, I lingered in the convenience store downstairs on purpose. When I came out, his car was still there. The window was rolled down, and his eyes were raw -- half anguish, half begging.Expensive flowers and gifts began appearing at the front desk of my office.White tulips — the kind I loved but he'd never once bought me.A niche brand of scented candles I'd been obsessed with back in college.The handwriting on the cards was rushed and messy: Serena, I was wrong. Give me one more chance.Textbook repentance. Every move calculated to perfection.Th

Inside the County Courthouse mediation room.Daniel and I sat on one side of the long table. Across from us were Ethan, flanked by two people he'd brought along — Marcus, an old friend we used to have dinner with, and Patricia, a distant cousin of his.The judge went through the standard procedure, asking both parties for their positions.Ethan spoke first. He stood, not looking at me, and faced the judge instead. His voice carried a deliberate, barely restrained emotion — thick with grief."Your Honor, I admit that I made mistakes in this marriage. That I hurt Serena.""But I — I suffer from a serious mental illness. Dissociative identity disorder.""This is something my wife — Serena — has always known about.""For these five years, she sacrificed so much for me. Not a day has gone by that I haven't felt grateful — and guilty."He paused, sniffling, his eyes going red right on cue."The alter — Axel — he's violent, extreme, completely out of my control.""Everything he did, everythin