Fake Divorce, Real Betrayal

Herculie Dipietro

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"Let' s get a divorce, Ava." My husband, Mark, said the words so calmly, pushing the papers across our dining room table, the morning light making the black letters sharp. He quickly added, "It' s a fake divorce. It' s for Clara. Lily needs to get into the school district here, and she can' t unless she' s living with my residency." He promised we' d remarry once it was done. He thought I was a fool. I signed the papers, my hands steady, the silence in the room heavy. That fake concern on his face. That smug confidence that he had me completely under his control. I had already seen the truth. Two weeks ago, tucked at the bottom of the trash bin in the guest bathroom Clara used, I' d found it. A pregnancy test. Two pink lines. It wasn' t Lily' s future Mark was securing. It was the future of his new family. I said nothing. Just nodded. The divorce was done, official. Outside the courthouse, I watched Mark walk quickly toward a car. Clara got out, then wrapped her arms around his neck, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. They looked like a real family. My phone buzzed. A message from Professor Thorne, my old mentor. "The lab door is always open for you, Ava." I took a deep breath, watched them drive away, and then turned to walk in the opposite direction. My pain was old, familiar. Now, it was time for change.

Betrayal Revenge Pregnancy Divorce Female-centered

Chapter 9

01-06 21:02

Introduction

"Let' s get a divorce, Ava."

My husband, Mark, said the words so calmly, pushing the papers across our dining room table, the morning light making the black letters sharp.

He quickly added, "It' s a fake divorce. It' s for Clara. Lily needs to get into the school district here, and she can' t unless she' s living with my residency."

He promised we' d remarry once it was done.

He thought I was a fool.

I signed the papers, my hands steady, the silence in the room heavy.

That fake concern on his face. That smug confidence that he had me completely under his control.

I had already seen the truth.

Two weeks ago, tucked at the bottom of the trash bin in the guest bathroom Clara used, I' d found it. A pregnancy test. Two pink lines.

It wasn' t Lily' s future Mark was securing. It was the future of his new family.

I said nothing. Just nodded.

The divorce was done, official. Outside the courthouse, I watched Mark walk quickly toward a car. Clara got out, then wrapped her arms around his neck, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. They looked like a real family.

My phone buzzed. A message from Professor Thorne, my old mentor. "The lab door is always open for you, Ava."

I took a deep breath, watched them drive away, and then turned to walk in the opposite direction. My pain was old, familiar. Now, it was time for change.