When Your Cheating Husband's Dream Become Your Divorce Evidence novel Chapter 68

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1:00 AM. My husband’s phone buzzed with a call from Lily Sinclair–the pregnant widow of his fallen partner. She was sobbing about someone trying to break into her house, scared out of her mind.

My husband Ryan had just wrapped up a three–day stakeout without a wink of sleep, but he didn’t even hesitate. Grabbed his keys and bolted out the door to “comfort” her.

Didn’t come back until sunrise.

“Look, Lily’s been through hell, okay? She’s due any day now, and the last thing she needs is more stress.” He noticed I was still planted on the couch, stone–faced, so he tried his usual move–wrapping his arms around my shoulders like that would fix everything.

“Babe, she’s carrying Daniel’s baby. As his squad leader, I owe it to him to look out for her. But I promise I’ll dial it back, alright? Don’t be mad.”

I shrugged off his hands, done with playing the understanding wife.

“I want a divorce.”

Ryan’s cheeks were hollow from chronic exhaustion, his eyes completely bloodshot, even his breathing unsteady.

His hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

He pressed himself against me again, giving me those pitiful puppy dog eyes.

“Baby, don’t talk like that. I swear I won’t go over there anymore, okay? I’ll pass Lily duty off to someone else.”

It was surreal how this tough–as–nails detective could transform into a clingy golden retriever the second he got home.

That exact contrast was what made me say yes when he proposed, even knowing his job painted targets on our backs.

But now I turned my head away, stood up, and put distance between us.

“I’m not talking crazy. Keep babysitting Lily if you want.”

“But I’m still divorcing you.”

Ryan’s brow furrowed as his whole intimidating presence kicked in, but the second he caught my tight expression, his face softened completely.

Still on his knees, he crawled over to me, pressing his head against my stomach like an oversized house cat.

“Babe, I fucked up. When I took on this responsibility, I didn’t think about how it would make you feel. I barely get time with you as it is, and now I’m giving what little we have to someone else. And I know you get jealous easily.”

“Making my gorgeous wife wait up all night while she’s pissed at me–I’m a complete asshole. But I’ve been awake for four straight days and I’m dead on my feet. Let me make it up to you properly tomorrow, okay my little jealous baby?”

He couldn’t suppress a yawn, reaching for my hand to lead me toward the bedroom.

Anyone hearing this would automatically take his side–here’s a guy barely able to stand, still patiently coddling his unreasonable wife.

But I wasn’t having it. I yanked my hand away and spoke each word clearly:

“I SAID I want a divorce!”

Ryan wasn’t prepared for the force of it. He stumbled backward, knocking over the ceramic vase we’d made together at that couples‘ pottery

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His eyes went half–lidded as reality hit him. My repeated divorce threats finally snapped his patience.

“I apologized. I promised to keep my distance from Lily. What the hell else do you want from me?”

“You always said never to throw around the D–word unless we meant it, but you’ve said it twice tonight. So what’s your game here?”

He even remembered some throwaway comment I’d made, probably when I was drunk.

“Ryan, I’m not jealous and I don’t need you to grovel. I just want a divorce.”

“I want us completely over.”

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