The Tenth Fake Divorce Became Our Last
Chapter 1
My husband’s cute little secretary was crying and threatening to jump off the roof again.
All because I spent fifteen dollars on groceries without asking for her approval first. She claimed I didn’t respect her position.
That very night, she handed in her resignation.
To comfort her, my husband didn't hesitate to throw me out of the house. He handed me a divorce agreement, demanding I leave with absolutely nothing.
"Don't worry, Hazel. It's just a temporary divorce. You've worked so hard for this family all these years, and you even gave me a son. Once Chloe calms down, we’ll get remarried."
I looked at him calmly. "Are you sure? This is already the tenth time you've divorced me."
Our seven-year-old son, Leo, rushed over and began kicking and punching me.
"You old witch! What are you throwing a tantrum for now? You made a mistake, so you deserve to be punished!"
Just as they wished, I signed the divorce papers once again.
That night, Chloe posted on her Snapchat:
[Glad someone finally knows her place and knows who the real boss of this house is. I guess I'll reward them with a family photoshoot session~]
My husband let out a sigh of relief. He immediately and excitedly dialed my number.
"Babe, Chloe forgave you! We can get remarried now!"
But the voice that answered him was a deep, magnetic male voice.
"Sorry, mate. Your wife is in my bed, and she's a bit exhausted..."
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