My Ex-Husband's Unforgivable Sin

My Ex-Husband's Unforgivable Sin

Gavin

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It was our restaurant' s 5th anniversary of its first Michelin star, a night my husband Andrew and I always celebrated. I was pregnant with our first child, a dream we had talked about since college. But Andrew wasn't here; he was in San Francisco for an "emergency board meeting." So, I decided to surprise him at his downtown office, box of his favorite cronuts in hand, with our Golden Retriever, Buddy. The smile I prepared died on my face the moment I pushed open his office door. Andrew wasn't alone. He was entangled with his junior partner, Molly Johns, on his expensive mahogany desk. "Since Gabby got pregnant, she's always tired. All this 'nesting' bullshit. It's a complete turn-off," Andrew laughed, his words a cold dagger. The box of cronuts slipped from my numb fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud. My world shattered when Molly, sensing my panic on the fire escape, shoved me, and I tumbled down the slick metal stairs. The last thing I saw before blacking out was blood, so much blood, and Andrew choosing to steady Molly instead of reaching for me. I woke up in a sterile hospital bed, my stomach flat and empty. Our baby was gone. Andrew came in, disheveled, but not heartbroken, and later, I overheard him promise Molly he' d "make it up to her." My heart, already broken, turned to dust. How could he? How could the man I loved, the father of my lost child, not only betray me but then side with my attacker? How could anyone be so cold, so utterly without conscience? The injustice burned through me, but it also crystallized my resolve. With Buddy' s warm head in my lap, the only comfort left, I picked up my phone and called my lawyer. "I need you to draft divorce papers," I said, my voice shockingly steady, "Effective immediately."

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It was our restaurant' s 5th anniversary of its first Michelin star, a night my husband Andrew and I always celebrated.

I was pregnant with our first child, a dream we had talked about since college.

But Andrew wasn't here; he was in San Francisco for an "emergency board meeting."

So, I decided to surprise him at his downtown office, box of his favorite cronuts in hand, with our Golden Retriever, Buddy.

The smile I prepared died on my face the moment I pushed open his office door.

Andrew wasn't alone.

He was entangled with his junior partner, Molly Johns, on his expensive mahogany desk.

"Since Gabby got pregnant, she's always tired. All this 'nesting' bullshit. It's a complete turn-off," Andrew laughed, his words a cold dagger.

The box of cronuts slipped from my numb fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

My world shattered when Molly, sensing my panic on the fire escape, shoved me, and I tumbled down the slick metal stairs.

The last thing I saw before blacking out was blood, so much blood, and Andrew choosing to steady Molly instead of reaching for me.

I woke up in a sterile hospital bed, my stomach flat and empty.

Our baby was gone.

Andrew came in, disheveled, but not heartbroken, and later, I overheard him promise Molly he' d "make it up to her."

My heart, already broken, turned to dust.

How could he? How could the man I loved, the father of my lost child, not only betray me but then side with my attacker?

How could anyone be so cold, so utterly without conscience?

The injustice burned through me, but it also crystallized my resolve.

With Buddy' s warm head in my lap, the only comfort left, I picked up my phone and called my lawyer.

"I need you to draft divorce papers," I said, my voice shockingly steady, "Effective immediately."

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I found the document by accident. Aiden was away, and I was looking for my mother' s old earrings in the safe when my fingers brushed against a thick, unfamiliar file folder. It wasn't mine. It was the "Herrera Family Trust," and the primary beneficiary of Aiden' s massive fortune wasn't me, his wife of seven years. It was a five-year-old boy named Leo Herrera, and his legal guardian, listed as the secondary beneficiary, was Haven Herrera-my adopted sister-in-law. My family lawyer confirmed it an hour later. It was real. Ironclad. Established five years ago. The phone slipped from my hand. A cold numbness spread through me. Seven years. I had spent seven years justifying Aiden's madness, his rages, his possessiveness, believing it was a twisted part of his love. I stumbled through the cold, silent mansion to the east wing, drawn by the sound of laughter. Through the glass doors, I saw them: Aiden, bouncing Leo on his knee, Haven beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. And with them, smiling and cooing at the child, were Aiden's parents. My in-laws. They were a perfect family. "Aiden, the final transfer of the Knox assets into Leo' s trust is complete," his father said, raising a glass of champagne. "It's all airtight now." "Good," Aiden replied, his voice calm. "Charlotte's family money should have always belonged to a true Herrera heir." My inheritance. My family's legacy. Transferred to his secret son. My own money, used to secure the future of his betrayal. They had all known. They had all conspired. His rage, his paranoia, his sickness-it wasn't for everyone. It was a special hell he had reserved just for me. I backed away from the door, my body cold as ice. I ran back to our bedroom, the one we had shared for seven years, and locked the door. I looked at my reflection, at the ghost of the woman I used to be. A quiet vow formed on my lips, silent but absolute. "Aiden Herrera," I whispered to the empty room. "I will never see you again."

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I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

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