My Husband Took Half of My Order, I Chose DivorceChapter 1
My husband didn’t have time to go with me to buy a designer handbag. After buying it, he sent me a screenshot of the order—but only half of it.
When I asked for a divorce, my mother-in-law and her relatives scolded me as if I were insane:
“Just because the screenshot shows only half? He probably just slipped while taking it. What’s the big deal?”
I blinked. “Yes, it’s exactly because of that half order.”
“Are you out of your mind? Daniel just didn’t capture the full screenshot, and you want a divorce over that?”
My mother-in-law and her relatives sat in a circle, practically putting me on trial.
And all because I had brought up divorce.
That half order—my best friend Rachel told me, “The order is real, but the bag is fake.”
The screenshot wasn’t complete, the dates didn’t match, and there were clear signs it had been edited.
That meant Daniel had bought the bag long ago, not for me—and the one he gave me now was fake.
I wasn’t wrong to want a divorce. He had betrayed me long before this.
And I had already guessed who that woman was.
“Stop making a scene, Sophia. We’ve been married for years, and Emma is already so grown. Is this really necessary?”
I glared at my husband, Daniel Carter, and said each word deliberately:
“You’d better come with me to the court in New York tomorrow morning to finalize the divorce decree. Otherwise, don’t blame me for embarrassing you.”
“Don’t make me expose the truth about that order.”
The room fell into chaos. My mother-in-law’s entire family was stunned, pointing at Daniel and demanding,
“What on earth happened? Why is Sophia threatening you with divorce?”
“N-Nothing happened. Sophia and I are fine,” Daniel muttered,
“It’s just because I bought her a bag and didn’t capture the full order screenshot. She thinks I gave her a fake one. But even if it was fake, it’s still my heartfelt gesture. Hardly worth a divorce, right?”
After Daniel spoke, my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and uncle all seemed relieved.
“Oh, that’s all it is?”
“You’re making too much fuss!”
“Even if it’s fake, it’s still a gift from Daniel. You don’t need to divorce him over that.”
“Women’s rights are too aggressive these days, but you don’t need to take it out on Daniel.”
“And what about your own faults?”
I smiled silently, eyes locked on Daniel.
“Court. Tomorrow. I’ll be waiting. Don’t be late.”