Why I Cheered When My Husband Cheated

Chapter 7

I thought after everything that had happened, Hank would finally come to his senses. But once again, I was wrong. He was still as self-absorbed as ever.

Instead of moving forward with the divorce, he quit his job and started drowning himself in booze, hopping from one bar to another, club after club.

And then came Selena.

"You asked me out just to tell me this?"

I stared at her coldly as she sat across from me, absentmindedly stirring her coffee like she had all the time in the world. Her smug expression irritated me.

Selena smirked and pulled a file folder from her designer bag, placing it neatly on the table between us.

"Of course not," she said, her tone playful. "You didn't slap me the first time we met, so I figured I'd return the favor and help you out this time."

She slid the folder an inch toward me. "You're filing for divorce, right? I've got something in here that might be useful."

I was caught off guard for a second and reached out for the folder, but she pressed her hand down on it, stopping me.

"Easy. It's not free. I'm giving you the friend rate, two million dollars."

I let out a dry laugh and leaned back in my chair.

A friend?

Was that what we were now?

Friends who'd once slept with the same man?

"Your family's loaded," she added with a smirk. "Why are you acting so stingy? Two million for something you need, that's a steal."

Annoyingly, she wasn't wrong. I tapped my fingers on the table, sighing.

"Send me your bank account number and leave the folder."

"Wow, so cold," she said, grinning as she pulled out a card and passed it to me. "You know, the way you say that, it almost sounds like we're doing something shady."

I rolled my eyes and opened my banking app. Within seconds, the money was in her account. As soon as the notification pinged on her phone, she gave me a satisfied wink, stood up, and tossed her curls over her shoulder like she was walking off a runway.

"Wait," I called after her. "Why are you helping me?"

She turned back, looking genuinely surprised.

"Money," she said simply. "Isn't it obvious?"

I didn't respond. She flashed a bright smile and walked off with a bounce in her step.

Over the years of managing a company, dealing with people, and navigating power plays, I'd learned how emotions could cloud judgment. But not with strangers.

Selena wasn't just any woman. From the moment we met, I knew she was sharp. Calculated. Always two steps ahead.

She said it was about the money, but was it really just that?