Love Is Like Flowing Water
My CEO husband, Clayton Lockwood, was convinced I was a gold digger.
Every time he went to comfort his first love during her depressive episodes, he would buy me a limited-edition bag.
After half a year of marriage, my walk-in closet was filled with them.
After giving ninety-nine bags, he noticed I had changed.
I no longer cried my heart out or argued until I was hoarse when he visited his first love.
I also did not brave the storm and cross the city anymore just because he said he wanted to see me.
I only asked him for a rosary for our unborn child.
When I mentioned our child, Clayton’s gaze softened. “Once Ruby’s condition improves, we’ll go to the hospital for a checkup first, then get a rosary.”
I obediently agreed.
Little did he know that I had a miscarriage ten days earlier.
I had also prepared a divorce agreement that was ready for his signature.