Divorced My Husband Married His Brother

Eva's POV

"Do you have any idea how humiliated I was tonight?"

The words rip out of me, trembling with the anger I've been swallowing for weeks. My chest burns as I watch my husband stand by the dresser, unhurriedly removing his cufflinks like nothing happened.

His expression is calm, detached. It's the same face he always wears when he wants to silence me without saying a word.

"It was business," he says, his tone flat, cool, indifferent. "Stop being childish."

Childish. That single word cuts sharper than a knife.

"Were you kissing her for business too?" I ask quietly, the question shaking in my throat.

He freezes, then turns to glare at me. "Eva," he snaps, voice rising. "Can I have one peaceful night? You always find something to complain about."

My lips tremble. "Always something to complain about? Are you listening to yourself? I'm your wife, Stephan. And yet-"

"Yet what?" His eyes flash, his brows arching with disdain.

The words choke me. I can feel the tears burning behind my eyes, but I fight to keep my voice steady.

"Why?" I whisper. "Every day it's something new. Either you're announcing to the world that you're single, or you're plastered across social media, drunk and surrounded by women."

He slips out of his shirt with deliberate calm, every motion a mockery of my pain. "What does that have to do with you?"

"I was in the hospital last week," I breathe out, barely managing to speak. "I had a fever so high the nurses called you. And you came, but not for me."

He lifts a brow. "What are you talking about?"

"I saw you there, Stephan. Sitting by her bedside. The same woman you swore you'd cut off."

His mouth twists into a cruel smile. "So you're spying on me now?"

"You're not even listening," I shout, the words echoing through the room. For the first time, I really look at his crisp shirt, his slicked-back hair, his emotionless face. And I realize I don't recognize this man anymore.

"I've listened to you rant time and time again," he says coldly. "So no, Eva, I'm not listening tonight. I'm done listening."

My breath hitches. "Ten years, Stephan. Ten years of my life. I gave you everything I had. My body, my time, my soul. I fought for your company, your reputation, your dreams. And in return, all I got was humiliation."

He laughs under his breath. "All this bitterness over a kiss? Be careful, Eva. Your insecurity is showing."

My jaw falls open. "You don't see anything wrong with what you did? You kissed another woman while your wife was right there, watching?"

"Wife, wife, wife!" he roars suddenly,  "I'm so damn tired of you throwing that word in my face like it's a weapon. I can't do business because I have a wife? Is that it?"

My vision blurs. My heart aches with a pain so deep I can hardly breathe. "You're cheating on me, but somehow I'm the one being blamed?"

His expression darkens. "Maybe if you actually went down on me once in your life, I wouldn't have to get it elsewhere."

For a moment, the world stops.

My heart plummets to the pit of my stomach, and every part of me goes cold.

"How dare you?" My voice cracks as I step back, shaking. "How dare you use that against me? You know exactly why I can't-"

He raises a hand sharply. "And that's your problem. You've been using that as an excuse for years."

"An excuse?" I whisper.

"Yes," he says with finality, looking straight into my eyes. "An excuse."