Why I Cheered When My Husband Cheated

Chapter 3

Unfortunately, he refused to sign the divorce papers.

But that was fine. I had plenty of evidence of his cheating, and if push came to shove, I could take it to court.

Still, I've always valued relationships, especially the long-standing ties between our families. If there was a way to avoid a public mess, I'd take it.

So two days later, I met with Selena again.

This time, she looked more put together, composed, even a little smug. There was an unmistakable air of confidence about her.

"Yara, what do you want from me?" she asked coolly.

I ignored her attitude, took a sip of coffee, and got straight to the point.

"You want Hank to divorce me and marry you, don't you?"

Selena gave a little shrug, her lips curling into a smirk. "Nope."

Her answer threw me off. I had a million words lined up, but they all got stuck in my throat.

"Wait… isn't that the endgame for most mistresses? Why get involved with a married man if you don't want to replace his wife?"

She laughed lightly. "I said no. Hank's not the one I want to marry."

"Why not? He's handsome. Rich."

"He's a chatterbox."

"He's thoughtful and attentive."

"He's a chatterbox."

...Okay, she wasn't wrong. Hank's endless talking could wear anyone down.

Before we got married, I thought he was just sweet and liked sharing his day with me.

But after we moved in together? I realized the man had a full-on narrator mode.

Take driving, for example. He couldn't drive himself, but that never stopped him from playing backseat driver.

Brake now. Turn left. Watch that sign. Slow down. Speed up.

Two hours of that nonsense, and I'd had enough, I pulled over on the emergency lane, slapped his arm, and threw him in the backseat.

He was just as relentless at home. Especially when I was working, he'd sit right next to me and give me a play-by-play of his entire workday, like I was his personal podcast audience.

I'm someone who enjoys quiet. Peace. Stillness. And slowly, I started dreading being in the same room with him.

"Then why are you with him?" I pressed.

Selena rolled her eyes. "Because of the money. Duh. Your husband is generous when it comes to gifts, and even more generous with cash."

That, unfortunately, wasn't a lie. But I still couldn't just let it go.

"Those are our joint assets," I said flatly. "Aren't you worried I'll come after what's rightfully mine?"

She leaned back with a shrug. "Not my problem. You're the one who married him, you deal with it. Why should you two walk away with everything, while I'm left with nothing but guilt?"

I don't think she expected me to snap like that, her jaw dropped slightly.

After a pause, she sighed. "Look… I really can't help you."

"Hank's dad sucks at networking. The Shaw Group doesn't have solid backing, and business is getting worse. The only thing keeping their company afloat is the business you and Hank have been running since your wedding. And let's be real, it's your father and you who've been bringing in the profits."

"Now think about it," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Can Hank really afford to let you go?"

Wow. A mistress with brains.

I sat up straighter, my tone sharpening. "How do you know all this?"

Selena smiled slyly. "Research. You think I got involved without knowing what I was doing? Honestly, if your family had a son, I would've aimed for him instead."

I gave a dry laugh. "With a mind like yours, being a mistress is kind of a waste of talent."

"Eh," she said with a wink. "Everyone's got their thing. But a word of advice, your husband isn't as innocent as you think."

With that, she stood up and walked away, graceful and light like she hadn't just dropped a bomb on my life.

And there I was, one hand holding up my head, sighing in exhaustion.

"Are we really gonna have to go through with a divorce?"