After the Divorce, I Asked My Husband to Leave the HouseChapter 1 The Mistress Got Pregnant

[Antwan! When are you getting here? I've been waiting for two hours already.] I messaged, my legs aching from standing in high heels.

I couldn't blame myself for standing at the door. There were so many people getting divorced that I couldn't even find a seat.

[What's the rush? I already agreed to the divorce, so stop playing games.] His reply came quickly.

If he responded that fast, there was no way he was late because of work.

My marriage with Antwan Holloway wasn't a happy one.

Back then, Antwan's family company faced serious financial problems. His parents found out that I liked him, so they pushed Antwan to pursue and marry me.

Because of me, he couldn't be with the one he truly loved. After the wedding, he treated me with indifference, even with some resentment.

I didn't mind too much. Antwan was good-looking, and although he wasn't fond of me, he didn't cheat or humiliate me during the marriage.

That was until I discovered that he had replaced his secretary.

Antwan's secretary had been with the company for years. Replacing such an experienced person with a newcomer was a big deal, and I couldn't believe Antwan didn't know that.

My gut told me to dig deeper.

Sure enough, the new secretary turned out to be Antwan's first love, who had returned from studying abroad with a Ph.D.

I clenched my phone, seething with anger.

My phone buzzed twice, and a message from an unknown WhatsApp account came through.

One photo showed a tall figure from behind—Antwan.

Another showed a pregnancy test report with the name of Antwan's new secretary, Jennifer Rubio.

[Thanks to Mr. Holloway for accompanying me to the prenatal checkup. He'll surely make a great father.]

That explained why Antwan didn't have time to sign the divorce papers.

He was too busy taking his assistant for a prenatal checkup. Jennifer was pregnant.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm.

I hailed a taxi and headed home.

After some thought, I sent the photos and screenshots to my legal team.

Although the evidence wasn't solid yet, I knew I could dig out more.

I hired a private investigator to track Antwan's movements over the past few months and to check the surveillance near Jennifer's home.

I spent tens of thousands, feeling a rush of excitement at catching him red-handed.