Divorcing the Fraud CEO,Now He’s Begging for Me BackChapter 1

I hadn't slept all night when I stumbled across the post.

"Five years into my marriage, I developed feelings for a young woman at my company. I dreamed about her every night. She seemed to enjoy going on business trips with me too. But the night before she was going to confess her feelings—I resigned."

"I couldn't control my physical attraction to her, but I could choose to walk away. To stay faithful to my wife."

The comments section was a shrine to this man. A saint among husbands. A unicorn in human form.

Men called him a "warrior of pure love."

Women were nearly in tears, tagging their own husbands to come witness this paragon of virtue.

I laughed—a cold, hollow sound—and typed my reply:

"Ever consider that maybe he harassed that 'young woman' and got fired for it?"

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Within five minutes, I was buried alive.

"Jealous much? Can't stand seeing a good man?"

"He CHOSE to resign to protect his marriage. Men like this are rare. And you're trying to tear him down?"

"Get therapy. Stop projecting your issues onto everyone else."

"Classic man-hating feminist trying to start a gender war. King, don't even acknowledge her!"

With every worshipful comment, the poster grew bolder.

He even tagged me directly.

"Miss, I understand you might find it hard to believe someone would willingly resign from a VP position."

"But I've been married for five years. Out of responsibility alone, I owe my wife that much."

"If you can't believe it, just pretend you never saw this post."

I stared at that profile picture—so familiar it made my stomach turn.

Warren Gilbert. You really think I don't know what you did?

And you have the audacity to brag about it online.

I shook my head slowly.

Before it happened to me, I never would have believed a man could be this skilled at rewriting his own story.

I set my phone down, too exhausted to keep fighting.

Real life was already enough of a nightmare.

But the moment I'd first seen that post, I knew.

I knew with absolute certainty that the "devoted husband" behind it was Warren Gilbert.

My husband.

The man whose love had curdled into something unrecognizable.

And I was the wife he claimed to be "responsible" for. Five years of marriage, reduced to a punchline in his self-congratulatory fiction.

Two weeks ago.

Warren came home and told me he'd been let go from the company where he'd worked for three years.