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I couldn't help but tear up also while taking slow steps towards him. I remember every single pain and suffering we've been through. We married each other even when we both were not ready. We ended up hurting each other. He asked for divorce and I didn't have any other choice but to let him go. He used harsh words. He saw me as a cold wife. I thought he cheated when everything was planned by Catherine. Who would've thought we'd end up together again? Who would've thought we’ll find our ways back in each other's arms?

This was who she really was. After four years of working as a hotel manager, I had saved up quite a tidy sum. Winona had also earned tens of thousands in the three to four months she streamed. These were all considered shared marital assets. I never thought of splitting up our accounts in the past. Now, the cheater herself was accusing me of being the cheater. That chilled me to the core. "We can get divorced, but I wasn't the one who cheated. It was you, Winona. We can just split it in half."

he picked up a spatula, turning toward the stove where I now noticed eggs cooking, "—if you'd seen the state I was in when Giuseppe found me after my divorce, you wouldn't be so hard on yourself about one night of too much wine." The casual revelation—that he'd been married, divorced, vulnerable—caught me off guard. "You were married?" "Briefly." He flipped the eggs with practiced ease. "Long enough to learn some expensive lessons about trust." I wasn't sure how to respond to this glimpse into his personal life. It humanized him in a way that made me uncomfortable—easier to keep my distance when he was just the perfect, untouchable CEO. "Hungry?" he asked, changing the subject as he slid egg

He said, “Kristel, we had just divorced less than a month ago, but surely you have moved on that quickly!” Kristel felt the irony of his remarks. She knitted her brows and scoffed. “Mr. Hudson, you sure are funny. What makes you think I am like you? Excuse me. I am not a person who rekindled an old flame even before the divorce! I only love who I was with and would never betray him. If I am dating someone new now, that’s because we’re officially over!” Galvin was unhappy with her statement. Clearly, Kristel is pointing out to him as a cheater, which he would not feel guilty about because it was explicit in the beginning that their marriage is just an agreement.

Gentry had recently divorced, and sometimes Gavin wondered if she hated him on sight for being male. Really, he couldn’t blame her. Apparently her husband had cheated on her with his much-younger secretary and subsequently run off to Hawaii, secretary and divorce papers in tow. Mrs. Gentry hadn’t changed her name back, though, and it created an odd contrast with the woman sitting in front of him: uptight and stiff and prickly, yet with the salutation of a woman who wanted everyone to acknowledge that she was, in fact, connected to a man.

"Because Henry and I are divorced." There was dead silence on the line. After several seconds, she finally stammered. "Divorced? When did that happen? Why didn't anyone tell me about it?" "Yesterday. It just went through," I calmly answered. "Did—" Her voice started to shake as she snapped, "Did you cheat on my son? Were you sneaking around behind his back with another man? I knew you were no good!" I let out another chuckle. "Sorry, but I actually have standards. I'm not that shameless. The one who cheated was Henry."

I crossed the room, walking slowly, straight and surely not looking away from the line of his shoulders as I covered the distance between us. When I reached him I put two fingers lightly against his back, a tap, barely anything and he turned. I held out the folder for him to take. He opened it and read, his face giving nothing away, not even surprise or satisfaction, nothing that would tell me what was happening behind those eyes. But I knew what was in the folder. The signed final decree. The judge's stamp. My name, free from Cole Holt printed in clean black ink on government paper. The divorce was done.

“Elara, I'm divorcing you and making her my wife.” I blinked. Once. Twice. My breath stalled in my throat. I caught my husband cheating and he ended up divorcing me? Not only that, he's also fathered a baby with my best friend? His words hit like a bomb, exploding and shattering my insides. The world went silent. The air suddenly became heavier. All I could hear was the heavy pound of my heartbeat, loud and violent in my ears as my head throbbed. No. No, this wasn’t happening. This was a nightmare, a sick, twisted nightmare, and if I just closed my eyes, I’d wake up and everything would go back to normal.

Hazel Dunlop West It’s been seven years since I divorced my husband after I found out he was cheating on me with my best friend. After the divorce, I found out I was pregnant with his son, so I moved away from New York to Germany to raise my son away from him and his lies. A new city, a new job, a new life, a new house, new everything. “Rise and shine, Zion” I said, opening the windows of my son’s room.

I calmly said and he suddenly stop and stand up, "Then file a divorce paper to your husband, I don't want to be a mistress," He said and smile, "What!? Can't we just do it? We already do it last night" I said that made him laugh, he look at me and touch my face, "You're drunk last night, and you're sober up now, even if your husband is cheating in front of you, I don't deserve to be cheated even if, I'm the most villain in this world," he said and for what reason I feel bad to him,