Divorce Is Unnecessary

My husband has stepped out on me countless times, but he refused to divorce me. Meanwhile, his family called me a disgraceful tramp.

Five years ago was the first time I asked for a divorce. Terrence Fulton did not say anything. He locked me up in the villa for a whole month instead.

After that month, I found out that I was pregnant.

Three years after that, I asked for a divorce for a second time. That very night, Terrence returned to his family home at Fulton Manor.

After that, I was allowed to see my son only once a week.

Today was my third attempt to get a divorce, and I could finally leave.

I discovered that my son did not love me and that my marriage to Terrence had been fake all along.

I was just like one of the women he messed around with.

For her wedding, my friend, Colette, used the wedding plan I’d originally prepared for myself.

I had spent half a year getting the whole thing together, but my fiance, Terrence Fulton, took only one minute to throw it all out the window.

He only agreed to a rushed and perfunctory wedding plan.

Still, no matter how much he fooled around, I was his lawfully wedded wife.

That was how I felt until today, when he brought his mistress to attend Colette’s wedding.

The second I walked in, everyone looked at me. Their looks carried all kinds of unspoken emotions.

Some looked as though they were waiting for the show to start. Others were just plain nosy. Of course, some looked at me in sympathy.

Only Terrence seemed above it. He was unbothered.

“We’re here,” he said.

I looked at the young woman clinging affectionately to his arm and nodded calmly.

This was not the first time Terrence had cheated on me over the course of seven years of marriage. It was not even the second mistress.

The groom, Seth, froze. He obviously never anticipated such a thing to happen.

“Oh, Kendra, you’re here. Here, take a seat. Make yourself at home!”

I composed myself and smiled at him. I was grateful that he was trying to smooth things over.

The seats had all been arranged, of course, so there were no empty ones. Terrence prioritized his uninvited guest.

Terrence looked at me and said impatiently, “There’s already someone sitting in your seat. Sit elsewhere.”

After withstanding such treatment for many years, it was second nature for me to obey him.

“Alright.”

The second I sat down, I could feel the stares grow bolder.

Seth was very apologetic. Before he left, he asked his relatives, who were seated near me, to take good care of me.

He cared more about how I felt than Terrence did.

The wedding started as planned. Colette walked down the aisle in the wedding dress I had designed and over the red carpet I had chosen.

She was joined in marriage to a person and would receive the love