Who Exposed My Husband's Affair? The Super Bowl novel Chapter 3

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#wim bolibing some fancy Inte gift bag, his face arranged in just the right amount of regret

“Suman, I’m worry. Emergency meeting with clients. Got caught up and lost track of time.”

Helg you a little something. Don’t be mad.”

This had happened before. So many times.

He thought I’d do what I always did–believe him right away.

Take the gift with a grateful smile. Help him out of his coat.

But this time, I just looked at him.

My eyes landed on the bottom corner of that gift bag.

The word printed there: PROMOTIONAL ITEM.

He couldn’t even be bothered to spend money on me anymore.

I suddenly felt exhausted. So done.

When you stop caring, you stop having the energy to fight.

“Okay.”

I just made a noncommittal sound.

He seemed surprised by how calm I was. Froze for a second.

“Wait here.”

I turned and walked into the study to print something.

When I came back to the living room, I placed the divorce papers in front of him, my voice flat. “Let’s get divorced.”

Grayson stared at me, shock quickly replaced by rage.

You want a divorce just because I didn’t take you to the Super Bowl?”

I shook my head calmly.

“No.”

“Grayson, let’s both be adults about this. I just don’t want to keep torturing you, making you stay with someone as bland as me.”

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Djomioral cheating is still chewing. I’m setting post free. You should do the same for me.”

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This is exactly what you do–blin everything out of proportion, obsess over nothing, can’t let go of anything! Can’t forgive yourself or anyvane rivel

No wonder nobody likes you!”

Tven the kid you gave me is weak and sickly–nobody wants him either!”

ething inside me snapped.

could take every insult he threw at me. Every bit of his disgust.

But he couldn’t talk about my son like that!

Grayson, shut your mouth!”

He stood up, trying to say something else.

His arm swung out, knocking over the antique vase on the side table.

CRASH-!

The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the living room.

Our son, hiding in the corner, flinched violently at the noise, his face going deathly pale.

The next second, he clutched his chest and collapsed, his small body crumpling to the floor.

“Mommy! It hurts… Mommy…”

My brain went blank.

“Baby!”

I scrambled over to him, pulling him into my arms.

His lips were turning purple. His breathing was shallow. He was curled up in pain.

Right then, Grayson’s phone rang,

“What? Car accident? Don’t be scared. I’m coming right now!”

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He grabbed his eat, already heading for the door

mervamed after him, sobbing

Grayson) Our son’s having a heart attack! Don’t leave! We need to get him to the hospital!”

He paused, glanced back at me and our son.

thought he’d stay.

But he only hesitated for one second.

Call 911.”

“He’s had episodes before. He’ll probably be fine. Chloe’s situation is critical. I have to go.”

Before I could say another word, he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.

That door closed on my last shred of hope.

looked down at my son’s face, getting paler by the second, and with shaking hands, I dialed a number I hadn’t called in years.

Uncle, I’ll agree to the divorce. I’ll come back to New York with you…”

Please help me…”

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