The Price of Betrayal
Half a month ago, I found out my husband, Vincent, was cheating on me.
I accidentally discovered an encrypted burner phone hidden in a secret compartment of his armored SUV.
Inside were dozens of explicit photos and countless graphic, flirtatious texts.
The other person was his hot chief secretary, Chloe.
The fairy tale was shattered by reality.
I looked at the positive pregnancy test in my hand and calmly threw it into the trash can.
I put the phone back exactly as I found it. That very day, I had my lawyer draft the divorce papers and signed my name, stroke by stroke.
I opened my phone and replied to an email:[Professor, I officially accept the invitation to the Zurich Institute.]
This time, I won't look back.