My ex-husband’s new wife flaunted their perfect life at a charity gala, certain I had nothing left to be proud of. But one tiny object from my purse threatened more than just their marriage.
The past year of my life had been a disaster, and that was putting it mildly.
I believed in him.
Pierce and I had been married for eleven years. When we met, he was a struggling designer with big dreams and barely enough money to pay rent.
I believed in him so much that I worked two jobs to help put him through his master’s degree.
When he finally landed a senior position at a major company, his salary tripled. I thought we could finally enjoy everything we’d worked so hard for.
I worked two jobs.
Four months later, he asked for a divorce.
He said we were going in “different directions.” Apparently, his new direction was his twenty-four-year-old assistant, Lexi.
To make matters worse, Lexi was my younger cousin. I’d watched her grow up, helped her with homework, and bought her birthday presents.
I was pregnant.
When she graduated and struggled to find a job, I was the one who convinced Pierce to hire her as his assistant. I thought I was helping someone I loved get her foot in the door.
Instead, I’d practically introduced my husband to his next wife.
And when Pierce left, I was pregnant.
Instead of taking responsibility, he accused me of cheating and insisted the baby couldn’t possibly be his.
I was helping.
I knew exactly when I’d conceived, and so did he, but no amount of arguing changed his story.
By the time my daughter was born, Pierce and Lexi were already playing the happy couple.
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