Ex-Wife Wins the Battle

Once everyone had left, Joanna helped me up.

"Are you alright? How could those two be so inconsiderate, not even caring when someone takes a spill?"

I shook my head and stood up, eager to keep moving. All I wanted at that moment was to get away from this place that brought me such heartache.

Back home, I lay down on the king-sized bed in my bedroom. Axel had bought this pricey mattress from a top-notch European brand, hoping it would help with my chronic insomnia. But now, no matter how comfy it was, I wouldn't see those adoring eyes fixed on me ever again.

Since Axel entered the entertainment industry, he had been incredibly busy. We got married to reassure me of his devotion, but it turns out love can't be guaranteed by a marriage certificate, even if you have a stack of them.

I took a quick peek at my phone. The video of Axel accompanying Izabella to the hospital had already gone viral. Everyone was speculating if they were about to make their relationship official. Axel, being savvy with the media, surely knew about the reports. He probably didn’t set the record straight because the rumors might be closer to the truth than he wanted to admit.

I put my phone down with indifference and started packing up my things from the house. I had personally decorated this place, and now I was leaving. Soon, another woman would be in my shoes here. With that thought, tears streamed down my face as I glanced around the home I was leaving behind.

Once my packing was complete, I called Ian, my lawyer. He arrived promptly and seemed slightly surprised at how tidily I had left everything.

"Have you really decided to leave?"

I nodded, asking him to review the divorce papers one more time.

When Axel and I got married, we agreed on a property division. Everything he earned after marriage was his, and I wouldn't take a dime. So, there wasn't much to dispute over the divorce now. Ian sighed, looking at me.

"If you need more financial support, I can negotiate for it. It could help with future expenses."

My face turned pale as I gently placed a hand on my abdomen and said softly, "The baby was lost."

Ian's eyes widened in surprise, but he said nothing. He handed me the pen, and I signed my name decisively on the divorce papers. After double-checking everything was in order, Ian got ready to leave. Before stepping out, he paused and asked,

"Is it true that Axel is with Izabella?"

I recalled their intimate gestures at the hospital and the way they seemed so cozy on set, and I nodded. After seeing Ian out, I called a moving company to take all my belongings away.

Thinking of Axel with another woman made me feel physically sick. He didn’t deserve to be the father of my children, nor the life partner by my side.

Looking at the house I had so lovingly arranged, I finally picked up a hammer and smashed my own creations. Axel didn’t deserve to live in a home I had decorated, and Izabella, that scheming woman, certainly didn’t either.

For years, I had lived in Axel's shadow, playing the quiet, supportive wife, and I was done with that. From now on, I would completely cut ties—our paths would never cross again.