He Divorced Me, Now I Want His Mistress’s Billionaire Ex
I collapsed to the floor, my body shaking as I screamed, “Why didn’t you let me die?”
Suddenly, I saw him. My husband.
He stood in front of me, looking down at me, his face blank. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me like I was nothing but a problem to be discarded. His eyes were cold, filled with pity. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away.
How dare he come here? How dare he look at me like that? As he walked past me, I saw her.
The woman.
The woman behind the divorce. The one who had stolen him from me. The reason he had turned his back on everything we had. She walked behind him, her hand holding his, fingers intertwined.