My Husband Had 99 Lovers, So I Married Younger

Synopsis

When my grandma was fighting for her life, my husband, Hudson Skinner—who I'd been married to for five years—was busy sweet-talking his ninety-ninth side chick. He ignored my calls and messages, acting like he'd already forgotten how my grandma had once saved his sorry life by giving him her kidney. I swallowed my grief and handled everything alone. Then, holding the divorce papers, I tracked Hudson down at a bar, where he was busy partying without a care in the world. He didn't even glance at the paperwork, just scribbled his name and waved me away like I was interrupting his night. "Just sign my stuff for me from now on, okay? Don't ruin my good time over lame stuff like this," Hudson said, barely sparing me a look. His buddies laughed and nudged him, teasing, "What if Chloe just slapped you with divorce papers?" Hudson just flashed a smug grin, full of cocky confidence. "Not a chance. She's head over heels for me. Even if everyone else ditched me, she'd never walk away." He was always bragging about how his heart belonged to just one woman, but his body couldn't be tied down. Again and again, he trampled all over my feelings. But Hudson, this time I was leaving you for good.