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"For a stable, happy life, I turned down the notorious Elvador mafia twins and married a Wall Street hotshot instead.
At our wedding, two gun barrels pressed against my husband Henry Harrison's temples:
""Mess with Caroline, and we’ll definitely make you pay.""
Henry smiled confidently, and I brushed it off—we both believed deeply in this love.
But five years later, I finally realized that life's storms weren't any less brutal than the underworld's.
Six months into my pregnancy, my husband attended a family gathering with our son Liam and his female secretary Lillian Bennett, introducing themselves as ""a family of three"" the entire evening.
Eyes red with tears, I confronted him, but he offered a gentle explanation: ""Babe, it's all for show. Business stuff. I didn't want you getting too tired.""
I did believed him back then.
But the next day, the lunch I'd lovingly prepared by hand ended up in his secretary's stomach.
His buddies were cracking up:
""With his wife knocked up, Henry’s gotta be starving, man. No wonder he lasted that long...""
Lillian smiled coyly:
""Henry's amazing—didn't come out until dawn... I was so wiped.""
This time, I was done listening to his bullshit. Filed for divorce immediately.
Henry actually had the nerve to laugh:
""Seriously? Over a joke? It's just diving terminology. If you don't like it, sure—I’ll tell them to shut up. Fine, I’ll apologize, okay?""
I said nothing and drove straight home.
Only when I opened our son's bedroom door did I speak calmly:
""This is the REAL reason I'm divorcing you."""