My Husband's Two-Year Affair with the Office Receptionist

Synopsis

After twelve years of marriage, my millionaire husband fell for the new receptionist at his company. Nearing forty, she wasn’t nearly as attractive as I was, nor did she have my figure, yet in just six months, she had become his emotional anchor. Calvin looked at me, exhaustion etched into every line of his face, and said, 'If we divorce, you can have the house and the car. Amaia, just let me go.' I looked down, my voice steady, 'Okay.' Then, I marked a date on the calendar. The countdown began: 30 days until our divorce. Just 40 minutes after Calvin confessed his affair, I handed him the divorce papers. By our agreement, the house, the car, and custody of Noah would be mine. He’d give me a lump sum of $3 million for settlement and child support. After that, Noah and I would be out of his life. Calvin was mid-conference call when I walked in. He glanced at the 'Divorce Agreement,' his expression flickering briefly before nodding in acknowledgment. I left without another word. To save us both the hassle, I packed