He doesn't deserve to know anyway. It would be better than living with Sebastian's lies and fake love. Besides, I wouldn’t want my child to grow up in a toxic relationship like ours.
“We’ll get by, my baby,” I said, softly tapping my stomach. “Mommy will do everything to guide you. No one can ever hurt you. I promise.”
“What does this selfish liar want?!” I hissed and cursed colorfully.
I may be kind and understanding, but cheating is non-negotiable. I could not stomach the thought of him eating with two honeypots at the same time. That was disgusting and unforgiving. Hissing profanities, I promptly switched off the phone.
I needed to divert my attention because stress would jeopardize my and my baby’s health. So instead of sulking, I decided to remove my stuff from the luggage, and then put it in the dresser. Next, I headed to the shower to cool my nerves down. I was pretty exhausted but content with the beauty of solitude. It was almost midnight when I lay on the bed and drifted asleep.
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After two days, I finally made up my mind. My husband broke my heart into pieces, yet I won’t let myself drown in despair. I took a quick shower and slipped into a simple white dress matched with nude strappy sandals. Finishing my light makeup, I hooked my studded bag in my arm and took a once-over glance at myself in the full-length mirror. I had to keep my mind straight and get on with my plan to finally divorce Sebastian Lavigne.
It took me an hour's drive before I arrived at the law firm I chose to collaborate with. I couldn’t wait to cut ties with my good-for-nothing husband. I breezed through the receptionist and informed her about my case. She ushered me to the lounge area, and a minute later, a tall, domineering yet smokingly hot lawyer walked toward me. He was dashing in his grey suit and loafers. I looked up at him. He towered over me, and his menacing eyes were as if reading me like a book. His intense gaze lasted for a second until he opened his mouth to speak.
“I assume you are Mrs. Lavigne,” he said.
I stood up, cleared my throat, and answered, “Yes, I am.”
“Maximus Clever at your service. I’ll be handling your case until then.” He stretched an arm for a handshake, and I politely took it.
“I’m expecting the best from you, Mr. Clever. Please do not disappoint me.” I managed to smile at him, but his face remained stoic.
“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands, Mrs. Lavigne.”