Divorced by My Billionaire Husband, Desired by His Rival

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my curves. Adrian had once whispered in my ear that this dress made me irresistible, back when his whispers meant someth

t my ribs, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy coursing through my veins. Today wo

eal parmesan with that special sauce he always raved about. I'd driven across town during rush

we've been distant lately, b

is morning. I'd practiced them in the mirror until my refle

way it should be. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked down the familiar hallway toward his corner of

ghtly as I reached for the handle. What if he wa

surprise your husband. I turned the handle and pushed open

ney! I brought

s died in

e bag slipped from my numb fingers, hitting the floor with a wet splat as the con

her bare shoulders as my husband moved behind her, his hands gripping her waist, his expensive s

thing between a gasp and a whimp

horror at being caught. Instead, his face remained completely blank,

fied smile spread across her lips, the same lips that had consoled me through my father's funeral, that

interruption in a board meeting. He didn't scramble for his clothes. Didn't stammer o

e out as a whisper. "Wh

breaking in my chest. "Oh, honey," she said, her voice drip

m felt like it was spinning around me, the

to choke out. "You're my b

creature she'd found on the sidewalk. "Elena, sweetie, I've been sleepin

fake smiles, of her sitting at my dinner table, drinking my wine, listening t

never eno

His voice held no emotion, no regret, no trace o

" I whi

never enough. Not smart enough, not interesting enough, not passionate enough." His eyes were c

lt something breaking inside me – not just my heart, but somet

reaming down my cheeks now. "I tr

hard. It was exhausting to watch, honestly. All that desperate devotion." She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Adri

er with each breath. I reached out blindly, trying to find something to st

y now, like he was speaking from the end

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k pool. My head throbbed, and I could taste copper in my mouth. I was lying on

happened. The surprise. The betrayal. The cruel words th

rifted over to me, hushed but urgent. "I want

h's voice, equally quiet. "She ju

waiting. This marriage has been over for years. Toni

tensity. Divorce. He was filing for divorce tonight, while I lay unconscio

d crumbled around me for the second time in one day. Through my barely opened

r. My marriage, my best friend, my entire identity as Adrian

uction, something else began to grow in the ashes of my de

lone. And maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what I need