I Divorced Him, But Married His FatherChapter 1
Today was meant to be our fifth wedding anniversary.
We had planned a quiet dinner cruise—just the two of us, candlelight dancing across the table, champagne chilling in a silver bucket, the ocean stretching endlessly around us. I spent the entire morning picking out the perfect dress, fixing my hair twice, and making sure everything about the evening would be flawless for him.
But instead of watching the sunset beside my husband, Sebastian, I ended up sitting alone, staring at my phone.
An anonymous video had arrived only minutes earlier. My fingers trembled as I tapped it open, a strange sense of dread creeping up my spine. Even then, I wasn’t ready for what appeared on the screen.
It was Sebastian—my husband—and Livia, my best friend.
Their laughter filled the quiet room, carefree and intimate. The sheets wrapped around them weren’t ours, yet their bodies were tangled together as if they belonged there. My breath caught in my throat. My chest tightened, and for a moment, it felt like my heart had been hollowed out completely.
Five years. Five years of loving him. Five years of believing we were building something real together. Five years of trusting that he looked at me the same way I looked at him. And in a single email, everything collapsed.
I shut the video and set my phone down slowly, as if even the smallest movement might break me further. The champagne on the table remained untouched, bubbles fading into silence. Candlelight flickered gently, illuminating the empty chair across from me.
That was when it finally clicked.
Sebastian hadn’t canceled our anniversary dinner because of work. He hadn’t been stuck in meetings like he claimed. He had been busy betraying me—with the woman I once trusted like a sister.
I didn’t sleep that night.
Instead, I scrolled through old photos—our wedding day, our first apartment, birthdays, holidays, vacations. Livia appeared in almost every picture, smiling just behind me. I had never noticed it before, but now I couldn’t ignore it—the subtle way Sebastian’s gaze drifted toward her, even when I stood beside him.
By the time morning arrived, the pain had turned cold and sharp, hardening into something stronger. Determination.
Over the next few days, I began to investigate quietly. Carefully. I didn’t want him to suspect anything.