After the credit card was stolen by my husband's first love, I didn't want him anymore

Synopsis

The Bentley's leather interior still held the faint scent of William's cologne as I slid into the driver's seat, my fingers trembling slightly as they found the ignition. The morning sun cast long shadows across our circular driveway, and for a moment, everything felt perfectly normal—the way it had for the past eight years of our marriage. "Good morning, Samantha," the car's voice assistant chirped as the engine purred to life. "You have seventeen unplayed messages." I froze. Seventeen messages? I never used the voice messaging feature. My hands stilled on the steering wheel