After He Saved His Mistress, I Divorced My Husband

Synopsis

I jolted awake to the piercing wail of fire alarms. For a moment, disorientation clouded my mind as I reached across the king-sized bed, my fingers finding only cold, empty sheets where Nathan should have been. The acrid smell of smoke hit me then, and reality crashed in with brutal clarity. "Nathan?" I called out, my voice barely audible over the blaring alarm. The bedroom door was closed, but wisps of gray smoke curled beneath it like ghostly fingers. My heart hammered against my ribs as I scrambled out of bed. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and quickly pulled on a pair of sneakers. Years of meticulous preparation kicked in—I'd always been the planner in our marriage, the one who thought ahead while Nathan focused on more "important" matters. I yanked the emergency bag from the closet—passport, insurance documents, a change of clothes, and cash—something Nathan had once mockingly called my "paranoia kit." "Nathan!"