The Divorce That Shattered His World novel Chapter 4

He rolled down the window. "Stella and I have a class reunion later. Since you're pregnant, it's best you stay home and rest."

Evelyn didn't argue or question him. She simply turned and walked into the villa.

By the time she glanced back, the car was already driving away.

She'd prepared herself for him not coming home that night. But in the dead of night, her phone rang, jolting her awake.

The number was unfamiliar, but she had a sinking feeling she knew who it was.

Sure enough, Stella's voice came through the line.

"Martin's drunk. Come pick him up."

Without waiting for a response, Stella hung up.

Evelyn sat on the bed, staring at the address Stella had sent. After a moment, she got up, changed, and left.

She wanted to see what Stella was playing at.

Fifteen minutes later, Evelyn arrived at the private room.

The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, she saw them—Martin and Stella, their faces close, sharing a biscuit in some ridiculous game.

The room was filled with laughter and teasing as the biscuit grew shorter, their lips nearly touching. When the last crumb disappeared, neither pulled away.

Instead, Martin kissed her.

Stella pretended to shy away, but Martin, drunk and reckless, pulled her back, deepening the kiss.

The room erupted in cheers, but Evelyn stood frozen outside, feeling like she was seeing a stranger.

The man she knew was always calm, composed.

This wild, passionate side of him? She'd never seen it before.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. Evelyn, what are you doing? Your husband's in there kissing another woman, and you're just standing here watching?

She turned to leave, but Stella suddenly appeared, blocking her path.

Her lips were smudged, her eyes glinting with triumph. "You saw everything, didn't you?"

Evelyn didn't respond.

Stella smirked. "You should know, Martin's always loved me. Someone like him? He'd never fall for a little girl like you. He only married you because you look like me. Do yourself a favor—get rid of the baby and leave. You don't want your child growing up like you, waiting at home every day for a man who doesn't care, do you?"

"Martin will divorce you and marry me eventually. If you don't leave now, don't cry to your parents when he dumps you."