He Chose His Mistress, So I Chose Divorce

Synopsis

I spent three years believing that if I was patient enough, Grant would eventually accept our arranged marriage-and finally see how deeply I cared for him. But whenever Sabrina called, he dropped everything and went running to her. He was convinced that no matter how badly he hurt me, I would keep loving him without reservation. Then one afternoon, Grant sent me a message asking me to meet him at the lake house. I opened the bedroom door and found my husband in our bed with Sabrina. As I fell apart in front of him, Grant said, "This marriage was never what I wanted." I slipped off the wedding ring I had worn for three years and tossed it onto the rumpled sheets. "Then let's get divorced."