When Your Cheating Husband's Dream Become Your Divorce Evidence novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

At 3 AM, my husband’s sleep talking woke me up: “…baby, daddy’s buying you and mommy a new house tomorrow.”

Hold up-WE DON’T HAVE KIDS.

I shook him awake: “What did you just say?”

He just rolled over: “Just a nightmare, go back to sleep.”

Something was OFF. Like, majorly off.

But I didn’t push it. Instead, I quietly grabbed his phone-

Clue #1: His Venmo showed a fifty-thousand-dollar transfer from three months ago, with a note: “Down payment.” Recipient:

Rain Sullivan.

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Clue #2: I searched that name on Instagram. Same day as the transfer, she’d posted an ultrasound photo with the caption: [Little angel is already three months along! Daddy says we’ll live in a big house.]

I immediately screenshot everything and sent it to my dad: [Dad, your precious son-in-law didn’t just cheat-he’s got a bastard kid on the way. I’m gonna make him leave with NOTHING!]

Dad texted back almost instantly:

[That son of a bitch! Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m calling our attorney right now. Nobody crosses the Hartwell family and

lives to tell about it!]

Fighting back nausea, I kept scrolling through Rain Sullivan’s feed.

One month ago: [Picked out our love nest today! The location is chef’s kiss! Thank you babe for giving me and our little one such a perfect home.]

The photo showed her arm-in-arm with Marcus at some fancy real estate office in Westchester. She was wearing a form-fitting dress that showed off her bump, beaming at the camera.

Marcus had his arm around her waist, looking at her with a tenderness I’d never seen before.

Two months ago: [Babe says me and baby are his whole world, and he’s gonna give us everything. This steak is divine!]

The picture was from some upscale steakhouse-the kind of place that serves Wagyu beef I could never justify buying.

I remembered that exact night. I’d suggested we celebrate my promotion at that same restaurant, but Marcus had grimaced and said it was too pricey. We ended up ordering DoorDash instead.

Three months ago: [Two pink lines! Baby, your timing is absolutely perfect-Mommy and Daddy are so ready for you!]

The photo showed her and Marcus’s hands intertwined over her still-flat belly.

Every single image felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

I cried silently in the dark, tears soaking into my pillowcase.

Next to me, Marcus slept peacefully with a slight smile, probably dreaming about his perfect little family again.

Looking at his lying face, every ounce of love I’d felt transformed into pure hatred.

Marcus, you really thought you could pull this off?

I’m not some pushover you can just screw over.

I slipped out of bed and padded to the home office, firing up my laptop.

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