MY OBSSESSED EX-HUSBAND

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ng it into my pocket, feeling its weight press close to me. Just imagining Nathan's reaction made my pulse quicken. I steadied my breat

s, each step feeling lighter than the last. Just then I heard the soft moan echoing th

re it registered in my head, no it can be her? I was just panicking. I gulped hard slowly

ze staring at my bedroom door, the noise was coming out right from there. I was expec

racing myself up for anything, I p

tched as Nathan slammed into my own bestie, ha

tched, and a gasp slipped past my lips, sharp and wounded, as if the air its

ds that wouldn't come. Nathan's expression was colder, a sliver of lack of guilt,

y skin suddenly cold, too tight. I turned and bolted down the stairs, my feet barely touching the ground as I pushed through the fro

, my fingers trembling, the liquid in my ears, pouring down heav

but I chose not to doubt my husband nor my bestie and

ours and they were already cling

gripping the wheel with knuckles turned white, feeling

f the streets blurring past, my vision foggy, tears spilling as the broken fragments of my trust pierced themselves toge

pillar, his dark eyes catching mine from across the room, drawing me in as if I were the only one there. Back then, I hadn't

aring to send me out, claiming I was "old enough to fend for myself." The words stung, but there wasn't much I could

had kidnapped me as a baby, fleeing with me until a fatal accident had taken her life. Everyone believed I had died with her. But there was one undeniable clue he held onto: the birthmark on my shoulder, the same mark he'd seen in countless chi

ality sink in. So, that night, as I walked into prom, I was lost

there wa

y... me. Just a girl standing in front of him. His gaze was gentle, yet intense, filling me with a thrill I hadn't felt before. I let my

ales don't

my inheritance hidden, never wanting him to feel like he was dependent on my money. Instead, I worked quietly behind the scenes,

me edged with bitterness, cutting into me with a sharpness I hadn't thought possible. The man I had loved was transforming into someone I barely recogn

gentle, now left marks, each one a reminder of the love I had lost, the man he had become. It wasn't just my body

gh, was the

erson I once was. My tears had dried, replaced by a steely resolve.

o do what nee

ould

nd immediately headed to his office, my

f every step like a hammer driving home the truth of what I'd just seen. My best friend, my confidant, and my la

ed, his brow furrowi

words. "Nathan...and my besti...Stephanie...they were in our bed."I s

thing like fury. He had warned me, countless times, that Nathan wasn't what he seemed. And now,

ing. "Now you've finally seen the truth for yourself, are y

felt unreal. I nodded, almost on autopilot. "Do it. Prepare the divorce pa

you don't wann

ly." I interrupted him, s

, dates, legal terminology. The rustle of paper and the scratch of his pen felt

sk to me, along with a pen. Anthon

d of years of deception. With a resolute calm, I pressed the pen to the paper,

voice surprisingly steady.

d a quiet approval

felt strangely light now, as though I had shed something heavy along with my marriage. With

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ked, gripping the divorce papers as though they were a

sprawled in the living room, his attention on some mindless show. The sig

into irritation. "Where have you been?" The de

ate. His brows furrowed as I came closer, his expression shifting from an

n th

papers?" His voice was incredulous, as if he couldn't f

was calm, almost detached, as I held out a

ll regret this, Cynthia. You've got nothing without me. You're poor, you have no life beyond this house. I gues

meant nothing just like him. I met his gaze, the cold confidence I felt surprised even me. "

the hell said you'd get a

ould enjoy speaking about you, the headline would read-One of the richest young married man arrested and sent to life imprisonment for harassing his wife- I don't think an

n angry flourish, then tossed the pen across the table, his

item hitting the bottom with a finality that made my chest tighten. Once I was finished, I marched back downstairs, where Nathan stood by t

," he spat, shovin

ile curling my lips.

. The cold air stung my face, but it felt refreshing, cleansing. As I drove away, the headlights cutting through

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before Nathan, a world he knew nothing about. What he didn't know-what he'd never even suspected-was that I was the daughter of one of the wealthiest men

my new reality settle around me. I was done being his invisible benefactor.

ough me. Nathan's comfortable life was about to unravel