The Husband I Never Loved

For two years, my husband Hunter flaunted his affair, using his mistress's fake pregnancy to torture me. I endured it all for our daughter, trapped in a gilded cage where he expected me to mistake his strangling for passion.

Then his mistress whispered cruel lies to my six-year-old, telling her that her daddy would abandon her for the new baby. My daughter vanished.

While I searched frantically, Hunter was unreachable, still with her. When he finally appeared, he shielded his mistress from my desperate rage, his wedding ring glinting as he pushed me away.

With our daughter still missing, he pleaded with me.

"Krystal, she's pregnant, don't hurt her!"

The years of suppressed anger finally exploded. After our daughter was found safe, I looked him dead in the eye and told him the truth he'd been desperate to avoid.

"I want a divorce, Hunter. I never loved you. I hate you."

Chapter 1

I knew my life was a gilded cage, but when Hunter Walls flaunted his affair and then faked a pregnancy to provoke me, I realized he was slowly strangling me, expecting me to mistake the struggle for passion.

A sleek black car purred to a stop outside the mansion. My eyes, weary from a night filled with restless thoughts, barely registered its arrival.

Aubrie Pickett emerged, her silk dress rippling around her. She looked too young, too vibrant for this place.

Hunter Walls leaned against the open door of the car, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His gaze, even through the haze of smoke, found mine. It was cold, unsettling, a silent warning.

My eyes dropped. I felt Aubrie' s hand slip into mine, a gesture she probably thought was solidarity. I pulled away gently.

"He' s waiting for you," I said, my voice flat, almost devoid of emotion.

She wouldn' t find the reaction she craved on my face. No jealousy, no anger. Just a profound emptiness.

Aubrie' s lips thinned, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features. She bit her lip, then turned and walked towards Hunter.