Pregnant, I Caught My Husband Kissing His Secretary

I dragged Theodore out of the car seconds before it exploded. Ever since that day, my fingers have never been the same—a permanent injury I'll carry for life. Three years into our marriage, Scarlett came back. His foster sister. The one he'd secretly loved all along. He indulged her every whim. Let her wear my wedding ring. Move into our marital home. Even kiss him in public. Everyone mocked me—said I was clinging to the title of "wife" and refused to let go. Scarlett told me to my face to get out. That day, Theodore abandoned me on the highway. That was when I finally gave up on him completely. I left the divorce papers behind and vanished. Theodore found the journal I'd left. He went crazy searching for me all over the world. When he finally found me, he dropped to his knees, eyes red with desperation. "Don't leave. You're the one I've always loved." I smiled and took my new boyfriend's hand. "Too bad. I don't love you anymore."