A Wrong Delivery Exposed My Husband's Secret Life

“You think you won?”

“Eleanor, you're just parading around with what's mine, pretending that makes you the winner!”

Eleanor's face twisted with rage, and she was about to fire back when Martin burst through the door.

The second he saw Eleanor standing there, the color drained from his face.

His expression went dark. He turned on her, voice tight and urgent. “What are you doing here? Who told you to come?”

Eleanor's whole demeanor shifted instantly. Her lip trembled, eyes welling with tears, voice breaking into a sob. “I just wanted to talk to Juliana, to clear things up so she wouldn't misunderstand you!”

“But she wouldn't listen. She called me a cheap homewrecker, said the baby in my belly is a bastard, said she's going to take me to court and make sure I rot in prison……”

“I'm so scared……”

That little performance hit exactly where she wanted it to.

Martin wrapped an arm around Eleanor to comfort her, then turned and snarled at me. “Juliana, you have a problem with someone, you take it up with me!”

“What couldn't wait until I got home? You had to go after a pregnant woman while I was out? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Vicious. He was calling me vicious. That was rich.

I pulled out my phone, opened the photos Eleanor had been sending me over the past few days just to taunt me, and said calmly. “She's been sending me photos of the two of you all week. Intimate ones.”

“And you're calling me vicious, Martin?”

“I couldn't be vicious enough to compete with the two of you if I tried.”

Martin's face froze. He turned to look at Eleanor.

She shook her head frantically, tears streaming, the picture of wounded innocence. “That wasn't me. I never did that. She's lying……”

I cut her off. I pulled out the divorce agreement I had already prepared, tossed it at Martin, and said coldly. “Sign it, Martin.”

“If you won't sign, I'll file in court and let a judge handle the divorce.”

He stared at me, genuinely stunned. It clearly hadn't occurred to him that I'd be the one asking for a divorce.

Eleanor snatched the agreement before he could react, flipped through it, and her face went white. She shrieked at me. “You want Martin to leave the marriage with nothing? Hand over every asset to you?”

“Juliana, have you lost your mind?”

“Absolutely not. I don't agree to this. What gives you the right to demand he leave with nothing? This is a joke!”

Martin's expression had hardened too. He scanned the terms I'd drafted, then said flatly. “There's no way I'm signing this. The most you'll get from me is a few hundred thousand in compensation……”

I cut him off with a cold smile. “If you don't sign this agreement, you can watch your whole life fall apart.”