And of course, he’ll get the house. It’s his. The kids can stay with her.
I don’t want to raise someone else’s brats.”
Her words stung, though I wasn’t sure why. It was like she was describing me. I shook the thought away.
Pure coincidence, I told myself. Emily’s phone suddenly buzzed on the side table. I glanced at it, and my heart nearly stopped.
The screen lit up with a picture of her and… Henry. My husband. My Henry.
Smiling with her. Holding her. My heart pounded faster as I processed what I was seeing.
My mind raced, replaying everything Emily had just said. “Oh, I’ll answer later,” Emily said casually, reaching to silence the phone. “No, dear,” I said, my voice unnervingly calm.
“Please, answer it.”
She blinked, surprised by my tone. “What?”
I stepped back and crossed my arms. “It’s my husband—your boyfriend dreaming of divorcing me—calling you.
Go ahead.”
For a moment, there was dead silence. Then she screamed, “What the hell did you do?! I CAN’T MOVE!”
I watched as Emily struggled to lift her head, her arms trembling as she tried to push herself off the massage table.
But her body refused to cooperate. For a moment, I panicked. Did I seriously paralyze her?
But then I realized what had happened. I must’ve pressed on a nerve in her neck. It was something I’d seen before in my practice.
Temporary paralysis, usually gone in a few minutes. Still, I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I said, keeping my voice steady.
“It’ll pass in a bit. Meanwhile, let’s have a chat.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You did this on purpose!”
I shrugged.
“Prove it.”
Emily tried to wiggle her fingers, but they barely twitched. She huffed in frustration, glaring at me like a trapped animal. “You’re insane!” she hissed.
“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just a woman who’s tired of being lied to.” I pulled over a chair and sat down calmly. “Now, about that house… You think it’s Henry’s?”
Her lips pressed into a tight line.
“Yeah, it’s not,” I continued. “It’s in my name. The kids?
They’re staying with me. And guess what? Courts tend to favor the spouse who wasn’t sneaking around.”
“You’re bluffing,” she spat.
“Henry said—”
“Henry said a lot of things, didn’t he?” I leaned forward. “Did he mention that I’ve supported him through job changes, sleepless nights with our kids, and years of marriage? Or did he just paint me as some boring wife?”
Emily’s nostrils flared.
“He loves me.”
“Does he?” I laughed. “Or does he love the idea of you? The fun, carefree fling who doesn’t remind him of his responsibilities?”
Her phone buzzed again.
This time, I picked it up and held it out for her to see. “Would you like me to answer? Should I tell him you’re… indisposed?”
Emily’s expression shifted from anger to fear.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, I dare.” I smirked. “But first, let me take a little souvenir.”
I opened her phone and found a string of messages between her and Henry. Sweet nothings.
Promises of a future together. And a few photos that made my stomach turn. I snapped pictures with my phone, making sure I had enough evidence to make my point clear.
Then I locked her phone and set it back down. “Why are you doing this?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Because you need to know what’s coming.” I stood up and leaned over her.
“When you can move again, feel free to let Henry know I’ll be calling my lawyer today.”
“You won’t win,” she muttered. “Henry won’t let you take everything.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, he’ll have no choice.
I’ve got proof now. And when the courts see what he’s been up to, he’ll be lucky if he walks away with his clothes.”
Emily finally managed to lift her head. Her arms were still weak, but she was starting to regain movement.
“Don’t worry,” I said with a smile. “You’ll be fine in a few minutes. But your relationship with Henry?
That’s done.”
She glared at me as she swung her legs off the table, struggling to stand. “You think you’ve won?” she raised an eyebrow. “He’ll come crawling back to me.”
“If you say so,” I laughed.
She grabbed her bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I took a deep breath, letting the tension leave my body. But I wasn’t done yet.
That evening, I waited for Henry to come home. He walked through the door like nothing had happened, kissed me on the cheek, and sat down at the dinner table. “Henry,” I said, setting my phone on the table between us.
“We need to talk.”
His eyes flickered to the phone, and I could see the color drain from his face. “I know everything,” I said quietly. “The texts.
The calls. Your little plan to divorce me.”
He opened his mouth, but I held up a hand to stop him. “No excuses, Henry,” I said.
“You want a divorce? You’ll get one. But you’re leaving with nothing.
The house is mine. The kids stay with me. And if you try to fight me, I’ve got plenty of evidence to bury you in court.”
His face paled, and he slumped in his chair.
“Sophia…”
I leaned in, my voice steady. “You should’ve thought about this before you lied to me. Now?
You’re on your own.”
The next day, I filed for divorce. Soon, Henry moved out, and Emily realized he couldn’t give her the life she wanted. To be honest, leaving my husband wasn’t easy.
But after thinking about what he’d been doing behind my back, I knew I had no other option. I left Henry and promised to never look back again. Not even on days when I felt lonely.
