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She shrugged again. "What did they say?" I asked, trying to get more information. "I don't know... about you being treated badly by your boss years ago? Some even say you were married." She said again and I didn't know which part shocked me more. The fact that she said all that with a nonchalant face or the fact that she didn't mind what they said. "Listen honey, don't let that bother you okay? Mummy wasn't treated so well so she had to leave and start her own business and that was how she had all these now." I quipped.

Kate said. "Why would he sue you to court? He must be out of his mind," she added angrily. "I don't trust you," I said, "You are only good at lying." Of course, I didn't have a heart to trust and love anymore. Not after how my late wife, who claimed to be in love with me for three years, was cheating on me secretly. "Please believe me. After I caught Lucas cheating on me many years back, I immediately filed for a divorce and left his house," Kate said. But I grabbed her neck all of a sudden.

It felt like a bad joke. Irene continued, “His ex was my best friend, Sarah, who came from a powerful, wealthy family. She was obsessed with your father, but her family didn't approve of him… He wasn't “worthy,” they said, so she married another man. Unfortunately, her heart was still with him.” “Eventually we fell in love with each other and kept it a secret from Sarah for many years, hiding it like thieves. When you eventually came into the picture, your father got tired of hiding. He believed Sarah had moved on, so he insisted he needed to live his life as well.”

"Given the evidence of emotional abuse and your admitted infidelity, this court grants the petition for divorce. The division of assets will proceed according to the prenuptial agreement." Michael slammed his fist on the table. "This is absurd! Your Honor, I've built a career from the ground up. Justin just promoted me to Executive Vice President at Westfield Corp! I'm managing their entire East Coast division now. She doesn't deserve half of everything I've worked for!" "Perhaps you should have considered that before your extramarital activities, Mr. Anderson," the judge replied coolly. "The prenuptial agreement you both signed is quite clear on the consequences of infidelity."

I shook my head, handing the file back to him. “Alice, don't make this harder than it is,” he stood up and faced me, “I've had these papers for a month now. I'm not stressed, neither do I still want you. You want to know why we're getting divorced?” he snickered, “it's because I already have someone else, someone that makes me feel alive.” “Oh,” he turned to me again, “she's pregnant too.” “Wh..what do you….,” the word stuck in my throat, his words painfully registering.

“Don’t worry, how would she? She’s an ordinary housewife and a low-level assistant.” A low-level assistant who is responsible for every major successful feat in your company. “How dare he talk to you like that?” Josh cut in angrily, his grip tightening around the glass. “Ohh!!” Hayes ululated. “So it’s because you’re cheating on me, that’s why you’re asking for a divorce, right? You’re with the bastard now, aren’t you?” The hypocrisy is a sore sight. “Not everyone is as shameless as you.” I hung up and switched off the phone.

I swallowed hard, my eyes fixed on the faded carved letters. “I blamed you for everything,” I continued, my voice gaining strength. “I blamed you for the cheating. I blamed you for the lies. I blamed you for the baby. I used it as an excuse to shut you out completely. I told myself you ruined us, that I was the victim. And maybe some of that was true. But it wasn’t all on you, was it? I was already gone. I was already a ghost in our marriage. The cheating... that was your way of trying to get me back. Of trying to get me to notice you. But I was so lost in my own ego, my own ambition, that I just pushed you away.”

“But it was a gradual process. At first he threw a shoe at me, and he cut my brow. But he apologised immediately and swore it would never happen again. The next time he shoved me into the wall and then he kicked me when I was on the floor. I-I knew I should have left him then, but I believed it was a mistake and I forgave him. Then he came back drunk one day, and he hit me so hard that I fractured a rib. He accused me of cheating on him, and I fainted from the beating. I tried to leave him after that, but I just couldn’t. No matter what I did, he had his claws in me. And he wasn’t letting up. I was drowning, Ethan. I was lost and in pain and I had to get out of that marriage. When I caught h

Sabrina unconsciously stepped back upon seeing the guy who claimed to be her husband inside the office of the new CEO. ‘No way!’ she thought. ‘Don’t tell me he’s the new boss?!’ Her eyes widened in shock. With utter disbelief, her body trembled as though she saw a ghost. What are the odds that the son of her boss was the same person she accidentally met in the bar? And what's worse? She slept with him!

I lifted my head and looked up at him from the floor of the room where my marriage had just died, my whole body shaking. "What exactly do you call this?" My voice cracked and rose. "A wife for your cameras and my sister for your bed. What do you call that, Michael?" He straightened up. He buttoned his cuff, first the left, then the right, and looked down at me with the patient face of a man closing a meeting. "I want an open marriage," he said. "A divorce will taint my reputation."