Divorcing the CEO Who Publicly Picked His Mistress

After I sent Miguel the address, he promised he'd come over soon. But a whole day passed without a sign of him.

Thankfully, I've stopped putting any stock in his promises. I no longer have expectations.

The next day, while Natalie was changing my bandages, she mentioned I could be discharged. I was wondering how I'd get home when Miguel finally appeared.

He glanced around the hospital room before speaking in a detached tone. "Something came up yesterday, so..."

"When are you leaving?" I interrupted.

Miguel's expression shifted. "What do you mean? Are you trying to kick me out now?"

"Selena!" he snapped. "I'm trying to explain what happened yesterday! You're not listening; you're just lashing out at me."

"Why are you being so difficult now?"

He used to accuse me of being unreasonable all the time. I even doubted myself, wondering if I really was as irrational as he said. But now, it seems he's the one making excuses.

I pressed my lips together and looked out the window. "I'm getting discharged today. If you're leaving, you can give me a ride home. But if you're busy, I'll just call a cab."

I turned to meet his gaze. Miguel gave a small, forced smile. "Do you have anything you need to pack?"

I shook my head.

Then Miguel came over and leaned in to carry me out. But as soon as he got close, I gagged a couple of times.

His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized me. "You're not secretly... pregnant, are you?"

For years, I wanted us to have a child, but he didn't agree. So after each encounter, I'd take birth control pills to keep the peace. Looking back now, I'm relieved we didn't have a child—I'd never win custody against Miguel.

As for my gagging... it was his overpowering cologne that made me nauseous. I pushed him away.

Instantly, the air felt fresher. I shook my head. "Relax, we won't be having any children."

Miguel's face darkened further, but he still carried me to the car. We drove home in silence.

As I reached for my keys to unlock the door, it suddenly swung open from the inside. Isabelle stood there, beaming.

"You're back!"

Miguel's face froze. "Why are you still here?"

Still here? So she's been staying here while I was away.

A flicker of panic appeared in Miguel's eyes. "Isabelle fainted yesterday, and I brought her here. You know... she can't stand the smell of hospitals."

Isabelle put on a pitiful face, "Selena... I'm sorry, it's just..."

I stood at the door, expressionless, staring at her. "Don’t call me your sister; I'm five years younger than you."

Isabelle's face paled, her eyes welling up with tears. She clutched her dress, looking utterly innocent. "I'm sorry... I thought you were older than me..."

Miguel rubbed his forehead and told her to leave. Isabelle then ran off crying.

I thought he might chase after her, but he didn't. Not that it mattered; soon our relationship would officially end.

Yesterday, I had Omari draw up a divorce settlement. Once he delivers it, and we both sign, we can proceed to finalize our divorce.