Divorcing My Husband After the New YearChapter 1

When I went home with my husband, David Caldwell, for the New Year, it was like he became a completely different person. The man I thought I knew—the man I married—was gone. He didn’t stand up for me, not once.

It started with Cindy Jackson, his cousin. She’d secretly taken my perfume, but she turned the whole situation around before I could even confront her.

“You’re accusing me of stealing? Seriously?” she spat, her voice dripping with fake indignation.

The kicker?

I hadn’t even said a word yet. But somehow, David thought I was the immature one.

Then came Ryan, David's nephew and Cindy's son. That little brat thought it would be hilarious to shove me from behind. I fell hard, scraping my hand and barely managing to protect my belly. And what did he do? He laughed. Laughed! “I just wanted to see if Auntie would have a miscarriage,” he said with a grin like it was some kind of twisted joke.

I lost it. I slapped him hard. And yeah, I’ll admit it—I kicked him too. But before I could catch my breath, David swooped in, not to defend me but to scold me.