Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret の小説・ストーリー

Those emotions were enough to answer my question and reopen the wound in my heart. I already knew that it wasn’t really me from the start. But in our entire marriage, no matter how cold and distant he seemed, I was still hoping foolishly that maybe one day he would start to feel something toward me, but all those times, he was really still not over her. When would I beat her? Stephanie’s company was one of my biggest competitors in New York. It seemed like wherever I went, her presence still haunted me. Before I left New York, I saw the news saying that she and her husband were getting divorced.

"What’s the secret?" I grinned, unable to help the happiness bubbling inside me. "My husband," I said simply. Their faces dropped faster than a bad stock market crash. I knew it was because they thought I was still married to Alex. They probably hated him after seeing his scandal and well.... everything else. Before they could recover, I added quickly, "Well... I got divorced. And then I got married again. I’ll introduce you guys to him later." They both stared at me, eyes wide as flying saucers, and chorused the same word at the same time:

The building towered over me and my breath hitched. I stepped out anyway. If he was going to give me a chance, I needed to show him I knew exactly what I was doing. The lobby fell quiet the second I walked in. Every head turned towards my direction, as whispers echoed in different directions. “Are they really together?” “I heard she divorced her husband to be with Alpha Caspian.” “I didn’t think she’d be such a pick-me.” My spine stiffened. Of course, they have all seen the news, but calling me a pick me? My husband cheated on me with his fucking secretary, and here I am getting bashed for it. What a world we live in.

“My grandfather left me an inheritance. I couldn’t get it unless I was married, so I made a plan. I would marry someone… then divorce her after I got it.” My body stiffened. “Then why didn’t you divorce me?” I asked. He suddenly bit my neck lightly. “I would never do that to you,” he said firmly. I smiled faintly. “Okay… continue.” “It’s the same with my position as governor,” he said. “And Dion… she’s my step-sister. I would never marry her. She’s obsessed with me. She’ll do anything to break us apart. But she won’t succeed anymore.” He paused.

He says looking at me like a poor man, I swear I want to drag him out into the street and rub his face in the asphalt. "Say hello to your husband Allison, it's been days since you've seen each other." My mother says in a serious voice. "I don't have a husband, as some of you know I'm getting divorced, and my lawyer has already tried to separate me amicably, but since it wasn't possible it's going to be litigious," I speak seriously without lowering my head. "You see? She's crazy! I told you." Stephan's son of a bitch says. "Allison, we consider you a daughter, we came here to try to understand this situation, Stephan is heartbroken and you've always got on so well, why do you want this separ

Upon hearing this, Stephen asked, "Did you two sign a prenup?" "No," I replied. Stephen nodded and continued, "Why not try negotiating the divorce?" I confessed, "He's unwilling, and... I suspect he's trying to take my assets. Actually, he's already managed to secretly take some of my money. He's also looking to get his hands on my parents' inheritance. He wants to use the money to impress his mistress’s family." "Do you have evidence of his infidelity?" Stephen inquired. "Yes, I hired a private investigator and obtained evidence of him with the other woman," I confirmed.

"That is no truth, Clara! You know this, too. I know I'm not crazy, and I'm not overthinking it. That child....looks like me! She fucking acts like me! Hell, we even clicked on the first day we met!" He inhaled deeply, panting like he'd just finished a race. His uneven and broken breaths engulfed the atmosphere, and I did all I could do to hold it together- to not break down all because I perceived his vulnerability. He was married to my stepsister. No, he ditched me for her, and that wasn't the worst of it all. She was fucking carrying his child. What good will my confession do in this hellish situation? I bit my tongue and clenched my fist, waiting for him to say what he wanted to.

Stephanie gave a knowing look to the servant, and the divorce papers were immediately handed to Luke. His name and Kayla's were printed in bold, glaring letters. Luke's hands clenched. In a flash of anger, he ripped the papers in two. His voice was sharp, almost strangled. "You can't divorce me. How could you even think of divorcing me?" Stephanie put on a concerned expression. "Luke, you've treated my sister so well, and she still wants a divorce. Could it be that... she's fallen for someone else?"