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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."
Henry followed my finger, staring at what looked like just another ordinary painting.
"You want a divorce over some kissing picture? Come on."
"We were just talking about dive times. I stayed under the longest, freaked the girl out a little. That's it. You're being way too sensitive."
He couldn't see what was wrong with it at all.
And God, I was so damn sick of hearing "too sensitive."
Looking down at my swollen belly, I suddenly didn't want to stay numb anymore.
"I'm dead serious, Henry Harrison. We're getting divorced."
He let out a heavy sigh. "Fine, I'll get someone to explain it to you properly."
Within minutes, Lillian Bennett showed up—all young and perky.
Making my pregnant, puffy, exhausted self look like absolute hell.
She covered her mouth, acting all shocked:
"Wait, Caroline doesn't dive? Henry, why haven't you taught her? Honey, he's so patient—spent four whole hours just helping me with my wetsuit."
"Once you learn, you guys could do family dives together!"
"I don't like it." My face was stone cold, but inside I was going crazy.
My first daughter—I lost her at the beach.
I'd been up all night nursing, five times. Got drowsy for five minutes the next day.
And she was gone.
Everyone blamed the heartbroken mother.
Like they forgot there were twelve other relatives there.
I fell into depression, thought this nightmare would haunt us forever.
But the second our son Liam was born? Henry was back to surfing like nothing happened.
He could move on. I couldn't.
Lillian gave this breezy explanation:
"Oh Caroline, diving lingo is all about depth and endurance, so yeah, 'so deep, lasting long'—that's totally normal talk. You've got Henry all wrong!"
Henry nodded along, acting like Mr. Innocent.
Just as I was about to respond, Lillian's phone crashed to the floor right at my feet.
The group chat messages were brutal:
[Old lady having a midlife crisis? Getting bent out of shape over a joke—needs therapy lol]
[Dude married a psycho]
[Lillian would make a way better Mrs. Harrison]
"Caroline, I'm so sorry." Lillian scrambled for her phone, embarrassed.
Rage exploded in my chest like a bomb.
I snatched the phone and shoved it in Henry's face:
"THIS IS what you let your work buddies say about me?"
Henry just shrugged helplessly:
"If you don't apologize, they're gonna say worse."
I ripped down that painting, pointing at the kissing couple, completely losing it:
"I don't believe this innocent bullshit! I'm not apologizing for anything! I want a divorce!"
"Ah..."
Lillian stumbled backward like I'd scared her.
Henry's expression hardened as he pulled her behind him protectively.
"Jesus, Caroline! You're acting crazy!"
"What's wrong with the damn picture? That's supposed to be our family, right? Me and you?"
"Henry Harrison. Look at the hair. The mom in Liam's drawing is blonde."
His face turned bright red.
In the dead silence, he grabbed a paintbrush and furiously scribbled over the blonde hair with black.
"There! Happy now?! You destroyed our son's artwork—feel good about yourself?"
"Liam drew Lillian as the mom because he thinks she's pretty! That's it!"
"You want an apology? Fine—I'm sorry! We'll throw out ALL his art supplies!"
"And I'll never go diving again—satisfied?!"
The painting and his contempt hit me in the face, completely shattering what was left of my dignity.
Lillian gently touched Henry's arm, like she totally understood his pain.
Just then Liam came home, saw his ruined painting, and lost his mind.
He went crazy trying to hit me until Henry grabbed him by the collar.
Then he started spitting at me:
"I HATE NYOU! I worked on Mommy Lillian's picture for a whole week and you wrecked it!"
The hatred in his eyes made me dizzy.
This was the son I almost died bringing into the world?
Lillian knelt down, stroking his hair:
"Mama has a new baby in her tummy, so you can't make her upset anymore. When you're sad, just come to Mommy Lillian, okay?"
Liam sobbed and hugged her tight: "She doesn't love me anyway! I don't want her—I only want Mommy Lillian!"
I was shaking with fury.
Five years of everything—sleepless nights, endless care, unconditional love.
All destroyed by some homewrecker with a few sweet words.
"Lillian, quit playing the saint! That's MY flesh and blood—I never stop loving him!"
Lillian flinched and bowed, tears in her eyes:
"Caroline, you're right—I'm totally out of line! We all are! Please don't be upset!"
"I'm just an outsider—please don’t let me ruin your precious family peace!"
"If you really hate me that much, I'll request a transfer, or just quit altogether! I just want Henry and Liam to be happy..."
Henry was completely smitten.
"Caroline! Take it out on me, fine—but leave innocent Lillian out of this!"
Liam jumped in:
"Mommy Lillian isn't an outsider! You're the one who should get lost!"
The whole scene was sickeningly absurd.
My husband and son, defending another woman against me.
The housekeepers looked at me like I was insane.
"Ma'am's depression must be back... she's going to destroy everyone!"
But I was the one being suffocated here!
I was done explaining, done begging for forgiveness like before.
So fucking tired of it all.
"Fine! I'm the problem! I'm wrong about everything, okay?! Let's sign the divorce papers! Right fucking now!"
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."
Henry followed my finger, staring at what looked like just another ordinary painting.
"You want a divorce over some kissing picture? Come on."
"We were just talking about dive times. I stayed under the longest, freaked the girl out a little. That's it. You're being way too sensitive."
He couldn't see what was wrong with it at all.
And God, I was so damn sick of hearing "too sensitive."
Looking down at my swollen belly, I suddenly didn't want to stay numb anymore.
"I'm dead serious, Henry Harrison. We're getting divorced."
He let out a heavy sigh. "Fine, I'll get someone to explain it to you properly."
Within minutes, Lillian Bennett showed up—all young and perky.
Making my pregnant, puffy, exhausted self look like absolute hell.
She covered her mouth, acting all shocked:
"Wait, Caroline doesn't dive? Henry, why haven't you taught her? Honey, he's so patient—spent four whole hours just helping me with my wetsuit."
"Once you learn, you guys could do family dives together!"
"I don't like it." My face was stone cold, but inside I was going crazy.
My first daughter—I lost her at the beach.
I'd been up all night nursing, five times. Got drowsy for five minutes the next day.
And she was gone.
Everyone blamed the heartbroken mother.
Like they forgot there were twelve other relatives there.
I fell into depression, thought this nightmare would haunt us forever.
But the second our son Liam was born? Henry was back to surfing like nothing happened.
He could move on. I couldn't.
Lillian gave this breezy explanation:
"Oh Caroline, diving lingo is all about depth and endurance, so yeah, 'so deep, lasting long'—that's totally normal talk. You've got Henry all wrong!"
Henry nodded along, acting like Mr. Innocent.
Just as I was about to respond, Lillian's phone crashed to the floor right at my feet.
The group chat messages were brutal:
[Old lady having a midlife crisis? Getting bent out of shape over a joke—needs therapy lol]
[Dude married a psycho]
[Lillian would make a way better Mrs. Harrison]
"Caroline, I'm so sorry." Lillian scrambled for her phone, embarrassed.
Rage exploded in my chest like a bomb.
I snatched the phone and shoved it in Henry's face:
"THIS IS what you let your work buddies say about me?"
Henry just shrugged helplessly:
"If you don't apologize, they're gonna say worse."
I ripped down that painting, pointing at the kissing couple, completely losing it:
"I don't believe this innocent bullshit! I'm not apologizing for anything! I want a divorce!"
"Ah..."
Lillian stumbled backward like I'd scared her.
Henry's expression hardened as he pulled her behind him protectively.
"Jesus, Caroline! You're acting crazy!"
"What's wrong with the damn picture? That's supposed to be our family, right? Me and you?"
"Henry Harrison. Look at the hair. The mom in Liam's drawing is blonde."
His face turned bright red.
In the dead silence, he grabbed a paintbrush and furiously scribbled over the blonde hair with black.
"There! Happy now?! You destroyed our son's artwork—feel good about yourself?"
"Liam drew Lillian as the mom because he thinks she's pretty! That's it!"
"You want an apology? Fine—I'm sorry! We'll throw out ALL his art supplies!"
"And I'll never go diving again—satisfied?!"
The painting and his contempt hit me in the face, completely shattering what was left of my dignity.
Lillian gently touched Henry's arm, like she totally understood his pain.
Just then Liam came home, saw his ruined painting, and lost his mind.
He went crazy trying to hit me until Henry grabbed him by the collar.
Then he started spitting at me:
"I HATE NYOU! I worked on Mommy Lillian's picture for a whole week and you wrecked it!"
The hatred in his eyes made me dizzy.
This was the son I almost died bringing into the world?
Lillian knelt down, stroking his hair:
"Mama has a new baby in her tummy, so you can't make her upset anymore. When you're sad, just come to Mommy Lillian, okay?"
Liam sobbed and hugged her tight: "She doesn't love me anyway! I don't want her—I only want Mommy Lillian!"
I was shaking with fury.
Five years of everything—sleepless nights, endless care, unconditional love.
All destroyed by some homewrecker with a few sweet words.
"Lillian, quit playing the saint! That's MY flesh and blood—I never stop loving him!"
Lillian flinched and bowed, tears in her eyes:
"Caroline, you're right—I'm totally out of line! We all are! Please don't be upset!"
"I'm just an outsider—please don’t let me ruin your precious family peace!"
"If you really hate me that much, I'll request a transfer, or just quit altogether! I just want Henry and Liam to be happy..."
Henry was completely smitten.
"Caroline! Take it out on me, fine—but leave innocent Lillian out of this!"
Liam jumped in:
"Mommy Lillian isn't an outsider! You're the one who should get lost!"
The whole scene was sickeningly absurd.
My husband and son, defending another woman against me.
The housekeepers looked at me like I was insane.
"Ma'am's depression must be back... she's going to destroy everyone!"
But I was the one being suffocated here!
I was done explaining, done begging for forgiveness like before.
So fucking tired of it all.
"Fine! I'm the problem! I'm wrong about everything, okay?! Let's sign the divorce papers! Right fucking now!"
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