Divorced on Our Daughter’s Birthday,My Ex-Husband Paid in BloodChapter 1
At the birthday party, my daughter was just about to blow out her candles.
Victor Sanchez leaned in with a smile, his tone light—as if he were telling a joke.
"Talia Abbott, sweetie, Mommy and Daddy are getting divorced. Why don't you make a wish for Aunt Rebecca Harding to give you a little brother?"
The smile froze on my daughter's face. Her eyes filled with tears in an instant.
The next second, she burst into wails, the fork slipping from her trembling fingers.
Victor clicked his tongue in irritation.
I couldn't take it anymore. I scooped Talia into my arms and carried her to the bedroom.
After I finally got her to sleep, I took the divorce agreement and found Victor.
"I signed it."
He blinked, clearly caught off guard. After all my desperate clinging before, he hadn't expected me to let go so easily.
But relief washed over his face almost immediately.
"Should've come around sooner. Don't worry—Rebecca's still just a girl at heart. She's not cut out to be a stepmother. The kid's yours."
For six months, he'd done everything to force this divorce. Cut off my living expenses. Gave me the silent treatment. Transferred assets out of reach. Every cruel trick in the book.
And now, at our daughter's birthday party, he said this.
Fine. If he wanted to be rid of us so badly, I'd grant his wish.
I just hoped that when the truth came out, he wouldn't regret it enough to want to die.
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Victor took the signed agreement, barely able to contain the smile tugging at his lips. He was already dialing the legal department before the ink had dried.
"Yeah, it's done. She signed."
"Draft the announcement immediately. Release it after the market closes tomorrow—minimize the impact on the stock price. And get me an inventory of those vacant properties under my name."
I listened to him arrange everything with cold efficiency. I said nothing.
Instead, I bent down and picked up the birthday crown from the floor. The one he'd crushed underfoot.
It was a cheap plastic thing, half the rhinestones already missing.
It wasn't that we couldn't afford better. Talia had insisted on this one because her daddy made it with his own hands last year, during a craft session at her preschool. She'd treasured it like gold, wearing it even after she'd outgrown it.
And just now, Victor had stepped on it without a second glance.