Chapter 1

While we were relaxing in the hot tub at a mountain spa resort, my husband’s so-called "female bestie" suddenly shoved me underwater.

She ripped my swimsuit and exposed my bare back to everyone.

"Oh my god, Tyler! Your wife actually has a massive birthmark on her back! How do you even get turned on by this? Hahaha..."

I struggled to stand up, instinctively trying to cover myself.

But I saw her covering her mouth, giving me a smug, provocative look.

"He didn't know anything about girls at first. I was the one who practically taught him how to please a woman!"

"Don't get me wrong, Clara. There are no secrets between us. I know way more than just this!"

My brain went completely blank. I looked at Tyler in sheer disbelief.

But he just sat there with a lazy smirk on his face, not caring at all.

When he finally caught my icy glare, he cleared his throat and spoke up half-heartedly.

"Alright, Chloe. Clara is thin-skinned. Why are you teasing her like that?"

He was talking to Chloe.

But there wasn't a single shred of blame in his voice.

Instead, his tone made it sound like I was the one being overly sensitive and dramatic.

Chloe glanced at me, probably noticing that my face had gone pale.

She gave a half-assed apology. "Fine, fine. My bad, okay?"

But then, she mumbled under her breath.

"What's the big deal anyway? Tyler shares everything with me, even how many positions you guys tried last night."

"On your wedding night, he was on a FaceTime call with us in our Snapchat group. We heard you guys half the night!"

Even though she lowered her voice, the spa area had gone completely quiet. Every single word cut straight into my ears.

I was shaking with pure rage.

I had never, in my wildest dreams, imagined something so repulsive was happening behind my back.

Sensing the tension, one of Tyler’s friends quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Sorry, Clara. Chloe spends too much time hanging out with us guys. She has no filter. Please don't take it to heart."

"Yeah, Clara. Chloe always tells us in private how she wishes she could be as pretty as you. She didn't mean any harm."

Chloe didn't mean any harm? That was the biggest joke I had ever heard.

I ignored them and looked straight at Tyler.

"Do you think this is okay too?" I asked, my voice cold as ice.

He frowned, finally giving Chloe a warning look. "Chloe, shut your mouth."

Seeing him take my side, my chest loosened just a tiny bit.

But in the next second, Chloe threw a tantrum.

"Are you serious, Tyler? I just told the truth! What did I do wrong?"

"And you, Clara. Stop acting so holy. Don't tell me you girls don't talk about dirty stuff when you hang out?"

"Don't turn this into some gender war. To these guys, I'm just one of the boys. Why are you being such a drama queen?"

She sounded so offended, as if I was the one who had bullied her.

At that moment, Tyler reached out and grabbed my hand.

"Alright, babe," he whispered. "Chloe just has a guy’s personality. She gets fired up easily and doesn't understand how girls think. Just let it go."

Let it go? Why the hell should I let it go?

I let out a cold laugh.

"I, Clara Miller, don't let things go."

Before any of them could react, I lunged forward, grabbed Chloe by her hair, and shoved her face-first into the water. Then, I grabbed her bikini top and ripped it right off.

She screamed, splashing frantically as she tried to cover herself, but it was too late.

A rush of adrenaline hit me. I sneered at her.

"No wonder you can only be 'one of the guys.' With a body like that, even with the lights off, no man would ever get turned on by you."

I don't believe in body-shaming. But at that moment, I wanted to throw her own toxic medicine right back in her face.

Chloe completely lost her mind. She shrieked like a banshee, trying to claw her way toward me.

But Tyler was faster. He stripped off his own towel and wrapped it around her.

He held her tightly from behind, wrapping his arms around her to keep her back.

Their bare skin pressed together. They looked like the most intimate couple in the world.

I looked away, feeling a chill run down my spine.

Yet, Tyler seemed completely oblivious to how inappropriate they looked.

He turned to glare at me. "If Chloe hadn't been nice enough to invite you, you wouldn't even be here!"

"Apologize to her right now, and we can forget this happened!"

"She's a girl, Clara! How could you rip her clothes off like that? Have you lost your mind?"

"She has a terrible temper. Who knows what she'll do if she gets pushed too far!"

I looked at him, feeling nothing but disgust.

A second ago, she was "basically a guy" and "one of the boys" with "no secrets." Now, she was a fragile girl who needed his protection?

Fine. Since we were both girls, I didn't need to hold back either.

"Sorry," I smiled coldly. "I have a terrible temper too."

I have never been the type of woman to swallow my anger.

If he wanted to play dirty, I was going to play dirtier.

Before he could say another word, I raised my leg and delivered a swift, brutal kick right between his legs.

Tyler instantly let go of Chloe. He collapsed into the shallow water, clutching his crotch, screaming that I was a crazy psycho.

I looked down at him. "Since you can't keep your hands to yourself, you don't deserve to be a man anyway."

I turned around and walked out of the spa. I wasn't going to waste another second of my life on these clowns.

Once I got changed and walked out of the resort, the very first thing I did was call my childhood best friend, Liam, who also happened to be a top divorce lawyer.

"Liam," I said, my voice steady. "I need you to file a divorce petition against Tyler."