He Killed My Parents, Then Married Me

Synopsis

My husband's assistant, Melanie Steele, was pregnant with his baby. On the night of our wedding anniversary party, Pedro Farrell, my husband, brought Melanie home. He said, "Melanie hates dirt. You need to clean three times a day. Not a speck of dust is supposed to be seen. She also likes to stay somewhere peaceful and quiet. Move out to sleep at night, and come back during the day." After a long silence, I handed over the divorce papers I had prepared. The butler advised me to endure it, but Pedro signed the papers in front of everyone. "Whatever. When she runs out of money, she'll come crawling back to me." A burst of laughter erupted around us. A group of his no-good friends, emboldened by alcohol, started betting on how long I would last before begging for mercy. They even plotted how they would humiliate me when that time came. But they didn't know that the car coming to pick me up was already waiting outside. This time, it was truly goodbye for good.