My Husband Lied For Love, I Made Divorce His Punishment

Desiree’s eyes flickered nervously.

“President Davidson forgot his documents… it was urgent. He asked me to grab them…”

I raised my brows, my voice cold and sharp. “My Colbie is wary of strangers. If someone who doesn’t know touches it, it gets stressed. How did you manage that? It actually lets you hold it?”

Desiree’s face drained of color, and she stammered, “Maybe… maybe because I usually feed stray cats. I carry their scent, so small animals… they like me…”

I sneered. “So you like them so much that the very first time you came to my house, you called yourself its mom? And called Vincent dad?”

“Then what am I? The nanny?”

Desiree instantly panicked. “President Higgins, you misunderstood! I was just joking. When I feed stray cats, I often call myself their mom.”

“I really didn’t mean anything else… please don’t misunderstand…”

She looked so anxious that her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

If I hadn’t checked her social media before coming to the office, I might have actually believed her.

On her side account, I saw her dining with Vincent on our wedding anniversary, the one he had skipped, at a candlelit dinner costing 3,000 per person.

I remembered that on the day we had been trying for a baby, just as we were about to begin, Vincent had left for an “urgent phone call.”

She even posted a photo of two hands clasped together on a hotel bed, mocking me. “The big dog is so obedient, I lured him over with one call. Meanwhile, the old bitch can only stay home alone!”

That hand in the photo, I had known it for five years. There was no mistaking it.

Thinking of how I had endured endless hospital injections to stimulate ovulation, while Vincent, with his weak sperm, frolicked with his mistress, it made my stomach turn.

With that thought, I no longer bothered with Desiree’s act. I turned and walked away.

As I reached the company entrance, Vincent came rushing back just in time to see me.

A fleeting trace of panic crossed his face.

“Wife, why did you come back early? You didn’t even tell me, I could have picked you up at the airport!”

I noticed the sweat dotting his forehead and sneered silently. So anxious to get back, Desiree must have warned him, of course.

I met his gaze, my tone cool and measured.

“Are you unhappy I came back early?”

“Or is it that you’ve got a little secret lover at the company, and you’re worried I’d catch on?”

Vincent froze, then forced a laugh and reached to wrap his arm around me.

“What are you talking about? I’m just surprised, that’s all. Didn’t expect you to return so suddenly. Come on, let’s go home. I’ll make you something nice!”

I sidestepped his arm, casually adding, “Oh, that concert a few days ago, it sounded incredible.”

Vincent’s face changed, and he quickly denied, “Concert? What concert? I was working overtime until midnight every day then. How could I have had time to go? Did you see someone? You must have mistaken them for me!”

I sneered inside. I hadn’t even said who he might have gone with, yet he spilled the truth on his own.

When I stayed silent, only staring at him, Vincent grew uneasy and rushed to change the subject, his voice full of fake sweetness.

“Wife, you’ve been working too hard. You’re just overthinking. In my heart, you’re a goddess. No other woman could ever compare to even a single strand of your hair.”

“If you really want to see Taylor’s concert, I’ll buy tickets from scalpers right now. Even if I have to pay ten times the price, I’ll get you front-row seats. We can have our own romantic time… how about it?”

Before, hearing that might have made my heart race.

But now, all I felt was disgust. I wanted nothing more than to divorce him and cut him off completely.

Still, I knew, if I ended it now, it would be far too easy on this cheating pair.