He Married Her, I Divorced HimChapter 1

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband couldn’t come home because of a hurricane. I decided to fly over and surprise him.

While waiting in the airport lounge, I accidentally came across a wedding post from my widowed sister-in-law.

She was beaming in the photo, though the groom’s face was blurred.

The caption read: “My late husband’s brother insisted on holding this grand wedding. He even had roses flown in. If my husband sees this from heaven, he’ll finally be at peace!”

Just as I was about to scroll away, a pair of cufflinks caught my eye—identical to my husband’s.

I quickly took a screenshot and sent it to my assistant. At that moment, Ryan Walker called.

“Happy seventh anniversary, honey. I’ll love you forever.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, trying to find an excuse in my mind to deceive myself. Then the assistant sent over high-resolution photos: my husband and Sarah Lee were having a wedding.

“Ms. Walker, are you still going to Miami to meet Mr. Walker?”

My eyes instantly burned with tears, and a dull pain gripped my abdomen.

I replied, “No. Book me an appointment for an abortion.”