From Humiliated Wife to the Woman He Could Never Win Back

My husband brought his pregnant mistress home on our seventh wedding anniversary. He was all smiles and lovesick for her as he fired off instructions to me. “Grace has to stay close to me, so I want you to move to the guest bedroom.” “Grace likes an early breakfast, so you’ll need to take care of that every morning.” “Grace wants your family heirloom, and you must give it to her.” I wordlessly picked up my luggage that had already been packed for me, and walked straight to the front door. Only the housekeeper tried to stop me. My husband threw his head back as he laughed with his dear mistress. “Let her go! She’ll be back with her tail between her legs to beg for my mercy in no time!” They even made a bet to see how long I would last alone. I let them laugh as much as they wanted. Because what they didn’t know was that I was very prepared this time.

This time, I was leaving for good.