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My wife Cynthia Bolton's voice was soft, but her words hit my chest like a ton of bricks. I stared down at the floor, my mind racing as I tried to process what she'd just said. Seeing my sheer disbelief, Cynthia let out another sigh and explained calmly, "The night before the divorce went through, we didn't use protection. You and I weren't married yet, and it was all consensual. I'm sorry I kept it from you." Her words left my brain completely numb.

Our fathers were friends but in secret competition or maybe my father was the one secretly trying to bring himself to the top. Why didn't I think of this brilliant idea since Joanna and I were married. I would have divorced her long ago and stayed with the woman I wanted, Cassie. I felt so fulfilled even though something seems to be missing. I accomplished the mission yet I felt a certain way. But either ways, this was an easy route to becoming one of the biggest men in New York. Joanna can go back to her father, at least the agreement didn't touch his asset but only the properties including Joanna’s name and that includes the company. But I'm sure her father can still take care of her or I

He tried to grab my arm, but I yanked him away, bounding up the stairs. He followed me into the bedroom before I could slam the door. I went straight to the closet to gather my two or three clothes and underwear. “What the fuck are you doing? Stop and talk to me. Sara doesn’t know shit about me. She thinks the worst-” “She knows enough, ATTORNEY. Never again. I refuse to be your naive, foolish, secret wife. DIVORCE! I want a divorce!" He laughed. The sound was the most sinister thing I'd heard in my life. A shiver raced down my spine.

Regina leaned in attentively, her eyes filled with empathy. "With a heavy heart, I confess that during the time when Hill's father was still alive, he engaged in a secret affair with his divorced secretary, who also had a child," Mrs. Sebastain continued, her voice tinged with sadness. "When I discovered the truth, it shattered me. I couldn't help but associate divorced women with betrayal and manipulation. It was a difficult time for me, and the pain I felt turned into a deep-seated resentment towards divorced women."

There are two slices of toast too. I’m not used to being taken care of yet alone by David. I had a crush on my husband. I pat my cheeks when he isn’t looking to calm the heat in my cheeks. I was blushing because David and I’ve never been like a normal married couple. Yet alone in front of our daughter. His sister getting married must have changed David or something that happened while he was deployed.

“I don’t know. But whatever this is… it looks like you understand each other too well to be comfortable.” “They’re using what people saw,” Lena said. “What they assumed. And what they wanted to believe.” Sarah picked up the tablet again. “They’re saying the divorce was strategic.” Lena let out a quiet breath. “Of course they are.” The door opened. Sebastian walked in without knocking. He already looked like he’d seen it. “Damage level?” he asked. “Contained,” Lena said. “For now.” He nodded once. Then looked at the screen. “And escalating.”

They whispered about the brothers—who would show up, who they might dance with, who they might kiss. My room was near the back of the house, squeezed between the maids’ hallway and a storage closet. There were no windows. No light. Barely enough room to lie flat. But it was mine. Once, I wasn’t so alone. Once, I had Carrie. She brushed my hair while I cried. Let me share her blanket when my bruises were too raw to lie in my own bed. And then I found out. She was sleeping with my father. I wasn’t angry for Laura’s sake. My stepmother deserved every betrayal that came her way.

“Wow, young lady, so you’re glad you had a miscarriage? Who’s going to claim Harley and act like her father?” “I won’t allow you to insult my Harley and Theresa like that. I will take care of everything. Don’t be too relaxed or happy,” Jayden said in a strong voice. “So, you are secretly dating Jayden. I can see through your conversation.” Jayden could no longer hide his annoyance in his expression. “And so what if she is—or we are? At least she’s no longer your wife.” Those were the last words he said before hanging up. “I am prepared for the divorce. We have to go.” I wore my flip-flops.

I raised my left arm to shield my face. The car came to a stop a few meters away. Shoes tapped against the tarmac, stopping directly in front of me. I lowered my arm, inhaling a familiar perfume that sent a chill down my spine. “Look who it is,” Thomas, Marcus’ younger brother, said, laughter tearing from his throat. “The one my brother just divorced.” Shock froze me, and I clenched my fists. “What did you just say?” “You heard him right. Happy divorce day,” Vivian, my stepmother, added quietly, her tone sharp. “I can’t wait for the world to know. I hope the media spreads this as fast as possible.”