My Dear Ex-Husband, You No Longer Have the Right to Love Me!Chapter 1
"Mom, I want to divorce Beckett Shaw, leave my child and abandon him," I sobbed into the phone.
My mom's panicked voice echoed through the line: "Should I pick you up now?"
"In two weeks, mom. I need to clean up here," I whispered.
My hands trembled as I hung up.
Today, I'm einth months pregnant, due in a month, when I received a receipt from the Paradise Resort, the largest hotel in town.
It read: "Hope you and your partner had a wonderful night."
My husband of seven years, Beckett Shaw, had frequented the same place where we'd spent our first night together with his mistress for the past two years.
The first time was two years ago—the day I had a miscarriage.
Just then, an anonymous text message arrived on my phone:
"His one true love, capable of bearing an heir to the family, unlike an infertile wife. We made love last night in your honeymoon suite."
"By the way, let me tell you a few more truths. When you were kidnapped during your first year of marriage, he was enjoying me in a hotel two blocks away. While he was sleeping with me, he personally disconnected your call for help."
"On your second anniversary, he excused himself for a business trip, but you were deceived because he had accompanied me to Iceland to see the Northern Lights."
"And each of your miscarriages was related to me. Your first was orchestrated by him. He said you weren't worthy of carrying his child. The second was because I needed a heart to cure my heart condition, and that child's heart was the best."
The text message also included multiple photos and countless intimate videos of us having sex.
"You are my only love. I will leave Evelyn and marry you."
I closed my eyes and listened to my partner's recorded confession.
After I hung up, I booked the earliest flight available.
Two weeks—that’s all I needed. Two weeks and I’d be out of Beckett’s life for good.
But then why... did that man show up at my wedding with red eyes, begging me to take him back?
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Numerous messages popped up one after another.
"I hope you know the truth now."
"I am Beckett’s woman."
"He said that he is with you for an heir."
"This is my Instagram account, filled with our loving pictures. Even on the day of your wedding anniversary your husband was with me."
I clicked on the link to the Instagram page which opened with a myriad of intimate photos between a couple.