My Husband Abandoned Me to Save His Childhood Friend's Do

I recognized that bottle immediately.

Leanna had flaunted it in her social media post. Franco had gone out of his way to have eight of them shipped overseas just for her puppies.

I looked at the affectionate pair in front of me and let out a bitter, mocking laugh.

So this... was the man I had shared a bed with for ten years.

My eyes, still red with tears, locked onto theirs. Franco happened to glance up at that moment, meeting my gaze.

His expression froze, and after a few seconds of stunned silence, he abruptly pushed Leanna out of his arms.

I stepped out of the car, walking toward them slowly but steadily.

Leanna stumbled from the shove, looking dazed. When she saw it was me, a flicker of realization crossed her face—followed by a pitiful glare full of resentment.

“Mara, it’s not what you think,” he began to explain. “ I just got back from a business trip—”

Lie. Go on, keep lying.

A nearby security guard chuckled casually, unintentionally delivering the final blow.

“Didn’t you take time off just to care for the pups? I’ve seen you around for days now—treating those dogs like your own kids.”

That one offhand comment shattered the last sliver of hope I had in Franco.

I took out the divorce papers and a pen, handed them to him, and said coldly, “Franco, I’m here to divorce you.”

His eyes widened in disbelief. It was as if he’d never imagined I would actually go through with it.

Leanna clutched a puppy to her chest and stepped forward like she was trying to mediate.

“Mara, please don’t blame Franco. My puppy was sick and he only came to help because he’s a doctor...”

I let out a dry, scornful laugh. “A doctor? He’s a doctor for people, not a vet. He abandoned his own child to save your dog. Don’t you dare make him out to be some selfless hero.”

“But my puppy was really suffering... Mara, don’t be angry. Look how cute it is...”

She brought the warm, furry thing close to me. The moment its fur brushed my skin, a wave of nausea surged up. I instinctively went to push her away.

“Don’t touch me!”

Just as I raised my hand, I saw the glint of triumph in her eyes.

And then—she suddenly threw the puppy—hard.

A sharp, pitiful yelp pierced the air.

“My puppy!”

Leanna rushed over, cradling the tiny, lifeless body in her arms. It had landed with a sickening thud, and now blood was trickling from its nose and mouth.

She sobbed uncontrollably, her voice trembling.

“Mara... if you hate me, come at me! Why kill an innocent puppy? It just came into this world—it was life too...”

I opened my mouth to explain, but a loud smack cut me off.

Franco had slapped me across the face.

“Mara! I told you already—it’s not what you think between me and Leanna. But that was a life! How could you be so cruel?”

My cheek burned red and swollen. I stood there, speechless, stunned.

Leanna suddenly broke free and ran toward the overpass railing.

“My puppy is dead... I don’t want to live either! Franco, take care of the others for me! I’ll repay your kindness in my next life!”

Franco dashed after her, pulling her into his arms just before she could leap.

He turned and looked at me with blazing fury.

“Mara! You know Leanna has depression! And you still provoked her like this? I’m done with you!”

I stared blankly as the crowd around us began to grow, their voices rising with judgment and blame.

“I didn’t...” I whispered, shaking my head. “I didn’t do anything...”

Someone pulled out their phone and started recording.

Franco snatched the divorce papers from my hands and, without hesitation, signed his name at the bottom.

“Fine, let's divorce just like you wanted!”

“But I want custody of Alec. The twins are breastfeeding, I know I won’t get them now. But I’ll fight for Alec in court if I have to!”

I stood there, hair disheveled, lips curling into a twisted smile like a madwoman.

“Franco...” I said slowly. “You won’t get a single one of them.”

“Why should I let you have him? With how cold and ruthless you are, I’d never feel safe letting Alec grow up around you!” Franco roared.

My voice cracked, sharp with pain. “Because they're dead!”

“You—” he choked, furious. “Just to stop me from getting custody, you’re actually cursing your own children to die? You’re heartless!”

I bent down, picked up the divorce agreement from the ground, and didn’t spare him another glance.

Let the onlookers film me, let them post their videos, spread rumors, curse me online—I didn’t care anymore.

All I wanted was to bring my babies home, to lay them to rest beside my mother’s grave.

The next morning, Leanna sent me a voice message.

Lustful moans and heavy breathing echoed in my ears, mixed with soft murmurs of promises.

I calmly closed the audio, removed my SIM card, and tossed it out the car window.

“Driver, take me to the airport.”