My Hot Wife's Double Life - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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No matter how many times I tried to explain, Emily wouldn't hear me out. Her cold indifference sent a shiver down my spine—this wasn't the warm, kind-hearted woman I'd married.
In the end, I had no choice. I signed the divorce papers.
I walked away with nothing, leaving everything to Emily—including the crushing $800,000 debt, which I shouldered alone.
With nowhere to go, I found myself on a park bench, staring at the pavement. I knew a few people in the city, but none I could call real friends. And after Lucas's betrayal, trust was a luxury I couldn't afford.
Just as I was about to resign myself to sleeping on the streets, a sleek red Volvo rolled to a stop in front of me.
Sophia stepped out and sank onto the bench beside me with a sigh. "Before you and Emily got married, Lucas was already after her. She turned him down back then. But when your factory collapsed, the pressure got to her. She didn't want to spend her life drowning in debt with you. Lucas… he wore her down."
She hesitated, then added, "And honestly, Ethan? I like you. So, in a way, I'm glad you got out sooner rather than later."
My head jerked up, eyes wide.
"I swear, I didn't sabotage your marriage," she said quickly. "Emily made her choice. But Lucas isn't some lovesick fool—he's playing her. Do you know who that overweight guy was with her last night?"
I shook my head, jaw clenched.
Sophia let out a bitter laugh. "The CEO of Grand Development Group. Last night? A setup. The whole event was bankrolled by Lucas. Sure, he wants Emily, but mostly, he's using her. After that little performance, he landed a massive deal—enough to save his family's failing company."
My hands curled into fists, veins standing out like ropes. "Lucas, you goddamn snake!"
I never saw it coming.
He stole my wife—not out of love, but as a pawn in his twisted game.
What kind of soulless bastard does that?
As the rage boiled over, hot tears blurred my vision.
But who was I kidding? I was the idiot who fell for it.
Nothing in life comes free. The first two times Lucas "hooked me up" with those women, I should've known something was off.
But all I cared about were the clients he dangled in front of me.
Sophia gave me a sad, knowing smile. "The world's a cruel place, Ethan. Marriage? Just two birds on the same branch—when the storm hits, they scatter. Emily wanted security, luxury, a life where she never had to check her bank balance. She wanted to stay beautiful, carefree. And you… couldn't give her that."
I had nothing left to say.
In the end, I had no choice. I signed the divorce papers.
I walked away with nothing, leaving everything to Emily—including the crushing $800,000 debt, which I shouldered alone.
With nowhere to go, I found myself on a park bench, staring at the pavement. I knew a few people in the city, but none I could call real friends. And after Lucas's betrayal, trust was a luxury I couldn't afford.
Just as I was about to resign myself to sleeping on the streets, a sleek red Volvo rolled to a stop in front of me.
Sophia stepped out and sank onto the bench beside me with a sigh. "Before you and Emily got married, Lucas was already after her. She turned him down back then. But when your factory collapsed, the pressure got to her. She didn't want to spend her life drowning in debt with you. Lucas… he wore her down."
She hesitated, then added, "And honestly, Ethan? I like you. So, in a way, I'm glad you got out sooner rather than later."
My head jerked up, eyes wide.
"I swear, I didn't sabotage your marriage," she said quickly. "Emily made her choice. But Lucas isn't some lovesick fool—he's playing her. Do you know who that overweight guy was with her last night?"
I shook my head, jaw clenched.
Sophia let out a bitter laugh. "The CEO of Grand Development Group. Last night? A setup. The whole event was bankrolled by Lucas. Sure, he wants Emily, but mostly, he's using her. After that little performance, he landed a massive deal—enough to save his family's failing company."
My hands curled into fists, veins standing out like ropes. "Lucas, you goddamn snake!"
I never saw it coming.
He stole my wife—not out of love, but as a pawn in his twisted game.
What kind of soulless bastard does that?
As the rage boiled over, hot tears blurred my vision.
But who was I kidding? I was the idiot who fell for it.
Nothing in life comes free. The first two times Lucas "hooked me up" with those women, I should've known something was off.
But all I cared about were the clients he dangled in front of me.
Sophia gave me a sad, knowing smile. "The world's a cruel place, Ethan. Marriage? Just two birds on the same branch—when the storm hits, they scatter. Emily wanted security, luxury, a life where she never had to check her bank balance. She wanted to stay beautiful, carefree. And you… couldn't give her that."
I had nothing left to say.
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