He Begged Me to Remarry, Then Cheated Again,I took everything.Chapter 1
In the second year of our remarriage, I caught Hubert Stephens cheating for the third time.
He expected me to throw a fit, maybe even demand another divorce.
What he didn't expect was for me to do the opposite. No hysterics. No interrogation. Instead, I personally bought him a hundred condoms and a hundred sets of lingerie.
Afterward, Hubert came to me on his own. "She threw herself at me that time..."
"I know." I cut him off, all understanding. "I didn't see anything. Didn't hear anything. Don't worry about me."
My indifference made him frown.
He studied me for a long moment before letting out a cold laugh. "Lavinia Gilbert, what game are you playing now? Playing hard to get?"
"I'm telling you, that trick doesn't work on me."
I looked at him, face blank, and said nothing.
Then his phone rang. Whatever he heard drained the color from his face. He stormed past me, shoulder clipping mine hard enough to knock me sideways. He didn't even notice.
I stumbled, barely catching my balance.
Once I was sure he was gone, I pulled out my phone and called the private investigator.
When the line connected, I made myself clear: "The photos need to be high-resolution. Ideally, I want video of the affair and clear shots of their faces. Ten million dollars will be wired to your account when it's done."
No hesitation on the other end. He agreed immediately.
I hung up and let out a slow breath.
I'd been with Hubert since high school. Ten years, from hallway crushes to wedding vows. And in the end, he'd beaten me black and blue over a secretary, until I had no choice but to file for divorce.
All I'd wanted was to end that wreck of a marriage. I never noticed I'd been maneuvered into walking away with nothing.
Two years of scraping by later, Hubert came looking for me again, demanding I donate blood for his precious little secretary. I agreed to remarry him without a second thought.
Not for love. Only to reclaim the shares that were rightfully mine.
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I turned and headed upstairs to clear out the villa.
After I'd left, Hubert never set foot in this place again, so nearly everything I owned was still here.
I threw every piece of couple's merchandise and clothing into the trash. When I looked up and saw the wedding portrait above the headboard, I froze.