Blurb：
On their wedding anniversary, Scarlett finally confronts Nathan in their Maybach with three devastating words: “I want a divorce.” When Nathan demands an explanation, Isabella arrives in her Porsche, performing her manipulative act with practiced tears. But Scarlett has had enough of being the misunderstood wife while Isabella infiltrates her marriage. The final straw comes when Nathan reveals Scarlett once called the police on Isabella during a suit pickup incident. Scarlett unleashes years of pent-up anger: Nathan choosing Isabella’s sick dog over her hospitalization, and prioritizing Isabella’s fear after Scarlett’s car accident. This emotional story explores marriage betrayal, female rivalry, and a strong heroine reclaiming her life. Perfect for readers who love divorce dramas, wealthy powerful males like Nathan, and cunning antagonists like Isabella.
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On our wedding anniversary, I finally found the courage to speak the words to Nathan.
Nathan, I began, my voice steadier than I expected. I want a divorce.
His hands tightened on the steering wheel of the Maybach, knuckles turning white.Scarlett, that’s not funny, he said, but I saw the flicker of panic in his eyes before he focused back on the road.
I managed a faint, weary smile. “I’m not joking. I’ve thought through about this deeply. It’s time we set each other free.”
The luxury car swerved slightly before he guided it to a smooth stop at the curb.
The panic in his eyes was now unmistakable.
“A reason?” He turned to look at me, confusion warring in his gaze. “Give me one good reason. What are you making a fuss about now?”
Looking at his familiar face, a profound sense of futility washed over me. Explanations felt pointless. Instead, I rolled down the window and gestured vaguely behind us. “Nathan, I think that Porsche following us is probably looking for you.”
As if on cue, the driver’s door of the Porsche swung open. A slender figure emerged, the sharp click of her high heels echoing on the pavement as she hurried over.
“Scarlett,” Isabella’s voice was a practiced tremble. “I swear, about that day…Nathan had a crucial meeting, so he just asked me to pick up his suit from your place. I had no idea you’d be home!”
Her words tumbled out in a rush. “I kept thinking about it, and I was sure you must have misunderstood me. Nathan and I, it’s strictly professional, please don’t fight with him because of me!”
“If you’re upset, you can hit me, yell at me, do anything…” she reached for my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. “But Nathan really loves you. I can’t bear to be the cause of trouble between you.”
Her grasp tightened, pulling my hand towards her own face.
Just before it was about to connect, Nathan’s voice cut through the air, cold and sharp, “Scarlett! Have you finished making a scene?”
“Isabella has already explained it was a professional errand. Why must you always imagine things?” he demanded, his frustration palpable.
A bitter laughthreatened to escape me. From start to finish, I hadn’t uttered a single word, yet somehow, I was the one being accused of causing a scene.
I wrenched my hand free from Isabella’s grasp and turned slowly back to Nathan. “Now,” I said, my voice low and clear. “Do you understand?”
With deliberate movements, I unbuckled my seatbelt. The click echoed in the tense silence.
“This is the reason you wanted.”
“Nathan, I want a divorce.”
He stared, momentarily speechless.
I was already out of the car.
Meeting Isabella’s gaze, which held a poorly concealed triumph, I said coolly, “Congratulations, Ms. Isabella. After all these years of meticulously inserting yourself into every corner of my life with Nathan. Looks like you finally got what you wanted.”
“I don’t want him anymore.”
With that, I turned to leave.
Nathan scrambled out of the car and grabbed my arm, his grip firm.
“Scarlett! Are you finished with this your tantrum? Do you even know why I sent Isabella to get my clothes? For a billion-dollar deal! And you actually called the police on her as if she was a common thief!”
His voice rose with each word, thick with anger. “Do you have any idea your recklessness cost me that project? A billion dollars, Scarlett! I’ve had enough of this!”
“And afterwards,” he continued, his tone laced with a strange sense of injustice, “Isabella didn’t blame you at all! She defended you! And this is how you repay her?” His fingers dug into my skin. That was the final straw. I snapped.
“Nathan!” I yelled, pulling against his hold. “Let me go!”
“You wanted a reason? Fine! I’ll tell you today!”
“Three years ago, I was hospitalized with a raging fever. Where were you?” My voice trembled with the memory. “You were with your Isabella, taking care of her damned sick dog!”
“A year ago, the car accident. Where were you then?” The accusation hung heavy between us. “You were still with Isabella! Just because she whimpered that she was ‘scared,’ you stayedby her side all night!”
“Do you have any idea,” my voice dropped to a pained whisper, “that night, I almost didn’t make it?”
“Every single time I needed you most, you chose Isabella!” I stared straight into his eyes, my own blurring with unshed tears. “Nathan, we are truly finished.”
My words seemed to strike him mute.
“Scarlett, I… I didn’t know,” he finally stammered, his confidence faltering. “You know how demanding work is. I’m rarely home.”
“And you know Isabella has always been… helpful. To me, she’s like a little sister,” he added, the excuse sounding hollow even to his own ears.
Hearing that name again, a cold smile touched my lips. “Isabella again? Nathan, haven’t you noticed? Since we sat down for dinner tonight, you’ve said her name at least forty times.”
“Maybe,” I said softly, the realization a sharp, clean cut, “your subconscious has already made its choice.”
“Nathan, I’m begging you. Let me go. For your own sake, too, please?”
This seemed to agitate him further. His demeanor shifted, defensiveness turning to anger.
“Scarlett! I’ve already explained! Why can’t you believe me?” he shouted. “You weren’t like this before! When did you become so petty and jealous?”
“No man would ever want a woman like this!”
I stared at him, feeling a strange numbness settle over the raw pain.
I thought initiating the divorce wouldn’t hurt anymore.
But the memories, sharp and relentless, shredded my heart.
Facing his accusations, the tears I could no longer hold back spilled over.
“You’re right,” I whispered, the words tasting like ash. “No one would want me like this.”
I quickly wiped the tears away. “So, I don’t want your affection either.”
I turned to leave once more.
But Isabella rushed forward and grabbed my hand.
Seeing my tears, she began to cry even harder than me.
“Scarlett, I’m so sorry! I never meant for any of this! Please don’t be mad at Nathan! I’ll resign! I’ll leave the company first thing tomorrow!”
“Scarlett, please, just give Nathan another chance! He really loves you so much!” Her performance was textbook manipulation.
I yanked my hand away. “Get away from me!”
“Ow!” Isabella cried out. I had barely used any force, but she crumpled dramatically onto the pavement.
Nathan looked at me with utter disgust and disappointment.
“Scarlett! Have you completely lost your mind? Isabella is kind and considerate! How could you push her? Where are your manners?”
“Scarlett, apologize to Isabella. Now.”
Hearing that, a cold fury tightened my chest. “Apologize? Don’t even dream of it.”
I couldn’t stomach another second of their charade.
I strode towards the street corner. Before stepping off the curb, I threw the words over my shoulder, sharp and final, “Nathan, if you won’t agree to the divorce amicably, we’ll see each other in court!”
I didn’t look back. I hailed a cab and went straight to my best friend Marnie’s apartment.
Marnie took one look at my face and didn’t say a single question. Once I was inside, she went straight to the kitchen and pulled out two cold bottles of beer.
Her only question was, “Enough?”
Seeing her familiar, unwavering face, the last of my defenses crumbled. The tears came then, a torrent I could no longer control.
Marnie simply opened her arms. “Come here.”
That simple gesture shattered me completely. I collapsed into her embrace and sobbed—great, heaving sobs that wracked my entire body.
I cried until my throat was raw, my eyes swollen, and the world outside the window faded into a blur of city lights.
Finally, when I had no tears left, I choke out the words, “I’m getting a divorce!”
“Okay,” Marnie nodded, her voice firm and sure.
“I’m going to make Nathan regret this for the rest of his life!”
“Damn right you will,”she said, her support as solid as bedrock.
The death of love is a profound darkness. I never imagined that we, who were once so deeply intertwined,would ever find ourselves on this desolate, separate shore.
For two weeks, Marnie’s apartment was my sanctuary.
She fed me, let me cry, and never once asked for an explanation.
During the quiet moments, I’d scroll through my phone.
The posts I saw most often were Isabella’s. And almost every single, Nathan was there, lingering in the background.
[“Forever starts today.”] The caption accompanied a soft-focus selfie of Isabella, with Nathan’s unmistakable profile blurred in the background.
[“The brightest star in the night sky.”] A picture of a delicate diamond bracelet on her wrist, positioned next to a man’s hand resting on a steering wheel.
My stomach lurched. It was Nathan’s hand, bearing the distinct, heavy silver ring I had placed on his finger years ago.
[“Magical journey!”] A picture of two wine glasses clinking over a table on a sun-drenched cruise ship deck.
Watching this parade of calculated post, Marnie finally slammed her laptop shut. “That conniving little bitch! How can Nathan not see what she’s doing?”
I gave a thin, humorless smile. “Oh, he sees it.”
“Then how can he possibly claim nothing is going on? If that’s ‘nothing,’ I’ll eat my own shoes!”
“In Nathan’s meticulously constructed world,” I explained, the familiar ache of resignation settling in my chest, “as long as they haven’t technically slept together, it’s all ‘perfectly innocent.’ He genuinely believes that’s the only line that matters.”
That was the excuse he’d always used.
Every time I voiced my hurt, he’d trot it out, making me feel like the unreasonable one.
What he never understood was that this kind of emotional affair, this constant, insidious prioritization of another woman, was a deeper betrayal than any one-night stan.
But now? His justifications could go to hell.
“The movers should be here soon,” I said, forcibly changing the subject.
Since I was divorcing, I had to retrieve my things, especially the few items of real sentimental value left in that house I’d once called ‘home.’
Marnie sighed but nodded, offering to come with me for support.
Judging by Isabella’s geotagged posts, Nathan was out of town.
Good. It would make this cleaner.
I wasn’t prepared for the reality that greeted us.
The moment we pushed the front door open, the warm, savory scent of garlic and rosemary hit me.
It was coming from my kitchen.
As I got closer, the scene solidified, Isabella stood at the stove humming softly. She was wearing my favorite emerald green silk robe,the one Nathan had bought me in Paris, moving around the kitchen with a disturbing sense of ownership.
Seeing me, Isabella’s face went pale.
“Scarlett,” she stammered, clutching the robe’s collar closed. “I… wasn’t expecting you.”
I ignored her, nodding curtly as I headed towards the bedroom to pack.
Just as I reached the doorway, it opened, and Nathan stepped out.
He was wearing a bathrobe, his hair damp.
He froze at the sight of me, then attempted a casual tone.
“Scarlett, you’re back? Have you eaten?”
I had nothing left to say to him. I brushed past him into the bedroom.
And then I stopped dead.
The bed was a tangled mess of sheets.
The doors to my walk-in wardrobe were hanging open, contents visibly disturbed.
And worst of all, the small, locked lacquer cabinet on my dresser—the one that held my most private treasures—had been pried open, its delicate lock shattered.
My heart hammered against my ribs. With a trembling hand, I swung the cabinet door fully open.
It was empty.
Shards of delicate porcelain and crystal littered the bottom of the cabinet and the floor beneath.
I whirled around to confront Nathan, but Isabella hurried into the room, intercepting me.
“Scarlett, I can explain! My clothes were completely drenched in the sudden downpour, so Nathan kindly let me borrow this robe,” she gestured helpless at my robe.
“And the things in the cabinet…” she wrung her hands, her eyes wide with feigned remorse. “I was cleaning and I… I accidentally broke them. I’m so, so sorry!”
My vision tunneled. The air left my lungs.
“Scarlett, I swear it was an accident! I’ll pay for everything, I promise!” she babbled.
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