Dangerous Marriage, Eternal Love

It wasn't until my mom called that I realized I'd forgotten to call them recently.

"Your dad and I only want you to be happy. So, whatever decision you make, we will support you," after chatting about some random things, my mother suddenly said this.

"Mom, I feel so miserable. Living is just too hard ..." As soon as I said this, I broke down.

"Don't cry, don't cry, dear. This will pass. It's not that big of a deal," I could hear the worry in my mom's voice. I never expected that, even in their twilight years, I would still cause them so much concern.

"Okay, Mom. Don't worry, I won't do anything foolish. You should rest," I said, ending the call quickly to avoid worrying them further. Hugging myself, I felt both despair and hatred.

Though I had managed to get into the apartment, Sandra's behavior made it clear that everything here was hers and she could take it all whenever she pleased. I wasn't just heartbroken anymore, I was filled with vengeance. I wouldn't let them get away with this!

The next day, instead of going to work, I staked out at their apartment complex early in the morning. I found a perfect spot and waited until seven o'clock. Sure enough, they came out together. I snapped a photo of them. If you are unkind to me, don't blame me for being unjust.

Since Connor had been my classmate in college, it wasn't hard to find the email of his boss through mutual connections. Once at the office, I sent the photos and screenshots of the gift orders to his boss.

In the email, I not only accused Connor of immoral behavior and betrayal but also of deceitfully obtaining my property and conspiring with his mistress to evict me. I naively thought this would ruin Sandra's internship and tarnish Connor's reputation. However, two days after sending the email, there was no response. It was like the email had vanished into thin air.

On the third day, I saw a post from Connor on social media. "Once you're legal, we'll be legal." The picture showed two hands forming a heart, each wearing matching rings from a luxury brand.

My heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly. I remembered wanting those rings when we registered our marriage, but Connor said they were overpriced and insisted on buying plain gold bands instead. Now, it seemed the brand's price no longer mattered to him. How ironic.

Then, I received a message from him. [Nadine, you're disgusting. I told you, Sandra and I got together after our divorce. You have no right to accuse us. And you have no evidence. Those emails you sent were a waste of effort.] His words were like pouring oil on a fire.

[You shameless jerk! Fine, I don't want to argue about you and Sandra anymore. When are you going to give me my share of the house?] I replied back.

[Which house?] He asked nonchalantly.

When I saw that message, my mind went blank. I realized something was very wrong. [Which house? The one I'm living in. I told you, no money, no moving out.]

[We clearly stated in the divorce agreement that the house belongs to me. We processed the transfer based on that agreement and now the house is under my wife's name,] he replied.

Then he added, [For the sake of our past, I'll give you a month to find a place. Otherwise, I'll have to personally escort you out.]

His words hit me like a bolt of lightning. No wonder they had been stalling, promising to give me the money later. They had planned to transfer the property all along! I was trembling with anger when a voice brought me back to reality.

"Nadine." I looked up to see my boss, Jacob Elody.