"So let me get this straight. My husband cheats on me, and not only am I expected to forgive him, but I also have to accept his mistress's child. And now, I'm supposed to share a home with her, bump into her in the hallways, and pretend this is normal?"
Charles fell silent. He had no excuse left.
When he finally left, he was considerate enough to take all the lingering relatives with him as if granting me space to digest the unbearable truth.
Before stepping out, he turned back once more.
"Natalie, I know this is a lot to take in. It's fine. Take your time. But my decision remains the same: I won't abandon Eleanor Kelley or our child."
I sat still as the hours bled into the night.
By the time dawn stretched its weary light across the room, I reached for my phone and dialed the company lawyer.
"You know how to draft a divorce agreement, right? Draft one for me. I want a divorce."
And just as he had promised, Charles spent an entire week with them, never looking back.
My hands trembled when the high-priced paparazzi finally sent over a stack of photos and videos. I almost couldn't bring myself to open them.