After the Divorce, I Asked My Husband to Leave the House

After finishing my tasks, I suddenly remembered the message from the unknown account on WhatsApp. I still hadn't replied.

I opened WhatsApp and typed. [Who are you? What's your relationship with Antwan?]

I was so mad that I forgot I could find evidence from Jennifer.

[Oh, Ms. Walton, you don't know me? I'm Antwan's secretary.]

[Antwan just transferred me here, and he's very pleased with my work.]

Reading these messages, I could imagine the smile on Jennifer's face.

She sent a picture of Antwan blowing on some oatmeal, looking like he was about to feed it to Jennifer.

[Antwan heard I'm pregnant and even took time off work to take care of me.]

[He said, 'If I can't take care of my employees, what kind of CEO am I?']

[Ms. Walton, you're so lucky. Antwan must treat you very well.]

Seeing this, I was furious. I remembered a few months ago when I was sick. Antwan just came to see me and left. His mom visited me several times, but he barely said a word of comfort.

He claimed he was too busy with work, but now I knew it was all lies.

We ended up having a big fight and parted ways angrily. That time, it was my mom who traveled a long way to take care of me.

Now I understood why my mom was so angry back then, while I was still sympathetic to Antwan's busy schedule.

[What do you mean?] I asked.

[Just what a secretary means.]

She replied and then stopped responding.

She had some nerve in sending those messages to make me imagine all sorts of things.

As I was thinking, a message from Antwan came in. [Where are you? Didn't you say you wanted a divorce?]

[My lawyer found some issues with the divorce agreement. It needs to be revised,] I replied.

Indeed, there were issues, and they weren't small.

[Sue Walton, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Sixty percent of the post-marriage assets isn't enough for you?]

[I warn you, don't ask for more. Otherwise, you won't get a penny.]

Reading these messages, I was stunned. Did Antwan think I cared about his money?

I immediately called my mom and told her I wanted to divorce Antwan.

After a year of marriage, I was tired of seeing his face. There was nothing to miss.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Did Antwan bully you?" my dad asked, grabbing the phone, his voice urgent.

"Nothing, I'll tell you when I get back. We don't need to do business with him anymore." That was my main goal.

Hearing my parents' voices, I couldn't hold back my tears. They welled up in my eyes.

Antwan took over his family's company and performed just okay. It was our family's reputation that kept some suppliers from renewing their contracts.

So, I didn't understand where Antwan got the nerve to talk like that.

I quickly hung up the phone, composed myself, and ordered some takeout. Angry as I was, I couldn't mistreat my stomach.

[Ms. Walton, the investigation was easy. Antwan didn't bother to hide his tracks. Please check your email for the rest after paying the remaining fee.]

The private investigator worked quickly. After finishing my meal, I received the message.

In my email were Antwan's spending records and intimate photos.

Rings, roses, cakes, dinners for two...

I had never seen any of this.

I laughed bitterly. I paid the investigator the remaining fee.

Another email arrived.

The contents made me sick: Antwan's hotel spending records.

There were also videos from the hotel entrance and hallways.

Most of them showed he was with Jennifer.

I checked the surveillance timestamps—three months ago.

Three months ago, my alma mater invited me to give a lecture, and I stayed in that city for half a month.

That must have been when they started meeting openly.

I looked at Jennifer's pregnancy test results—eleven weeks.

My hands turned white from gripping so hard. She was exactly three months pregnant. This child was clearly Antwan's.

Too bad for Antwan, he was stupid enough to flaunt their affair in front of me.

Did he think I still loved him? That I wouldn't find out?

I contacted the lawyer again. They said they had prepared the materials.

"Ms. Walton, anytime you're ready," they said.

"Let's do it in the next few days. I want Antwan to leave with nothing," I said.