Oops, Guess Who's Infertile

Synopsis

To help his mistress take my place, my husband lied that he was infertile and pushed me to file for divorce. He looked me dead in the eye and said, "Don't worry. After we split, I'll never marry again. The guilt would eat me alive."* I cried so hard I could barely breathe. But the second I turned away, I let out a long breath — then ripped his medical report into shreds and tossed it in the trash. I used to worry he couldn't handle the truth once he saw the results. Guess I gave him too much credit. Sure, I'll divorce him—but I'll make damn sure he walks out with nothing. Seeing me stay quiet, he was over the moon, already planning to marry his pregnant mistress. What he didn't know was the report she had was fake. And the one I threw away, the one proving he was the infertile one... that was the real deal.