Divorce After Affair Discovery

I didn't sleep at all last night. Ever since I was a child, I've always had trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds. Back then, Justin even went as far as having a bed custom-made to match the one at my house, just so I could sleep comfortably.

Maybe it was the lack of food or water last night, but my chronic stomach issues flared up unexpectedly. Clutching my stomach, I stood in the kitchen, making myself a light bowl of minestrone soup. I took a quick trip to the bathroom, and when I returned, there she was.

April was sitting in my chair, savoring the soup I had just prepared. Justin was at her side, gently wiping the corners of her mouth.

"Is it really that good, little foodie? If you like it, I’ll ask Maeve to make you another bowl," he said, smiling.

April glanced at me with amusement. "Really? Justin, I’m afraid Miss Vasquez might not be so willing."

Justin followed her gaze and noticed the cold sweat on my face. He hurried over, worry evident in his expression.

"What’s wrong, Maeve? You look so pale."

Not wanting to show any vulnerability in front of him and April, I pushed him away, my tone sharp. "Why do you care?"

April looked at me with tear-filled eyes. "Miss Vasquez, if you’re upset, take it out on me, not Justin!"

I intended to return to the kitchen to find something else to eat. As I walked past April, she suddenly pretended to hand me the bowl. In the commotion, she tripped and fell to the floor, spilling the scorching soup all over both of us.

I winced in pain, the burning sensation bringing tears to my eyes. Justin, however, immediately rushed over, shoving me aside with eyes full of desperation.

My head hit the corner of the wall hard, and the room started spinning. Blood trickled down from my forehead, but Justin didn’t even glance my way. His focus was entirely on April beneath me.

April clutched her stomach, crying out loudly, "Justin, it hurts so much! Is our baby going to be okay?"

"Miss Vasquez, if you can't stand me, you can hit or scold me, but why harm my child? He's done nothing wrong!"

Justin glared at me with a severity I had never seen before. "Maeve Vasquez, have I spoiled you too much? How could you be so heartless, not even sparing a child!"

I leaned weakly against the wall, managing a faint smile at him. "You and April, what a perfect match: one a compulsive liar, the other blind as a bat."

My words provoked Justin, and he stormed toward me, raising his hand to slap me hard across the face.

A burning sensation spread across my cheek. Clutching my face, I fought back tears and the stabbing pain in my abdomen. Through blurred vision, I could barely make out his face. How could this be the same man who once promised me the world?

"Now you cry, but didn’t think twice when you hurt others, did you? Didn’t hesitate to put on a brave front, did you? Maeve Vasquez, you really let me down!"

I watched helplessly as he carried April away in his arms, without a single backward glance, rushing her to the hospital. He left me behind, dealing with a flare-up of gastritis.

As I stared at his retreating figure, memories flooded back of the reckless girl who once ran away with him. That same Justin, who had vowed to be with me forever, now abandoned me without a second thought for someone else.