After His "Bro" Took My Bed, I Filed Divorce #99

I come home and find my husband's female best friend, Winona Langdon, who claims to be one of the guys, sleeping in my bed. I bring up divorce with Lucas Gardner for the 99th time.

This time, he finally snaps. "Natania Simmon, are you done making a scene? Are you throwing a tantrum again just because Winona stayed over at our place and slept in our bed?"

I answer calmly, "That's right."

His friends throw their arms around his shoulders and chime in sarcastically, "Don't take it to heart, Lucas. Women get jealous easily. Oh, how I miss the days when we all slept under the same covers together."

Lucas smiles bitterly and says, "When you guys get married in the future, remember this—you can't afford to mess with jealous women. Still, there's no helping it. Natania just loves me too much. She's trying to scare me by throwing divorce around.

"Listen. In less than three days, she'll come crawling back to me."

The derisive smirk playing on my lips deepens.

In our seven years of marriage, Winona stays at my house whenever she pleases.

I watch with my own eyes as Lucas and Winona grow increasingly inappropriate in their interactions. They reach into each other's pants. They also share the same straw and wash each other's underwear. And now... She even sleeps in my bed!

These last seven years were not love. I was just foolishly blind.

Right in front of everyone, I dial a number and say, "Dad, I'm done messing around out here. Your heiress is ready to come home."

After I ended the call, the living room was dead silent.

Several seconds later, Lucas Gardner's gang of friends burst into howling laughter.

"Heir? Luke, it's a waste of talent for your wife not to join the entertainment industry!"

"Isn't her dad some farmer in the countryside? What is there to inherit? Those pitiful few acres of land?"

"Or maybe it's the village tractor?"

Their heads were tossed back as they laughed till they were close to tears.

Lucas laughed too, but there was a hint of anger and frustration in his smile at my rebelliousness. He approached me before looking down his nose at me.

"Natania, stop with the act. Who are you putting on a show for? Don't you think it's humiliating?"

Instead of answering, I leaned over to grab my bag from beside the couch before taking out something I had prepared beforehand.

With a smack, I tossed a stack of papers onto the coffee table.

Their laughter abruptly ceased when they realized what the papers were.

Two documents were at the very top—a divorce agreement and an agreement to revoke a property gift.

Fixing Lucas with a cold look, I said, "Sign the papers. I paid for this house in full before our marriage, and it's also under my name. As for that BMW X5 you're driving? It was paid for by my father. The contract of purchase is right here to prove