My husband forced me to divorce him and threw me out. My mother-in-law threw a broken bag of tea and shouted, “Take your trash.” When I opened it, I was shocked. A savings account with $500,000 and the house deed in my name.
Seven years of marriage, and I thought I had married into a good family with a husband who loved me with all his heart. I gave everything. I sacrificed my money and my youth to build this home—only for the same man I shared my pillow with to cold-heartedly throw divorce papers in my face today.
He threw me out of the house that I had helped build with most of my own money. And what’s even more painful—my mother-in-law, the woman I had always respected, hissed through a cruel sentence and a ragged canvas bag. “Take this trash of yours with you and never show your face here again.”
But she never suspected that when I opened that bag, a shattering secret would come to light—one that left me completely paralyzed and sent the tragedy of my life in a direction no one could have imagined.
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The sharp click of my husband Liam’s pen as he set it on the glass table echoed in my ears like a gunshot. Outside, a heavy summer thunderstorm was raging over Chicago. The rain lashed against the window—cold and melancholic, just like my mood in this moment.
I sat motionless on the high-end leather sofa with the divorce papers in front of me. Liam’s fresh signature seemed like a mockery of my seven years as a wife. I had a lump in my throat and couldn’t get a single word out.
I looked at him—the man I had fallen in love with at twenty, the man for whom I hadn’t hesitated to give up a promising career to be his unconditional support. His face was as attractive and elegant as ever. But the look he gave me now was so strange, so icy, that it chilled me to the bone.
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