The Wife He Used Became the Queen He Can’t TouchChapter 1

On our fifth wedding anniversary, the first thing I got wasn’t a gift. It was a video.

My husband, Hudson Hayes, was in some expensive hotel room, laughing and sleeping with another woman like I didn’t even exist. And it wasn’t just any woman. It was Amber Fenwick, his first love.

I watched the whole thing without blinking while waiting for him at the restaurant. I just sat there, ate my food, and smiled.

When I got home, I didn’t cry either. I picked up my phone and called my lawyer.

“Attorney, I sent you the divorce papers. The one Hudson and I signed on our wedding day five years ago. Did you see anything wrong with it?”

I stood by the window when I said it, staring at my own reflection instead of the city outside. My fingers kept rubbing the edge of my phone like I was trying to peel something off it. Maybe I was just trying to feel something.

“Ms. Hereford, I’ve reviewed everything,” the lawyer said, calm and distant. “There’s no issue. You’ve got one month left before the five year term ends. Once it’s up, the agreement takes effect automatically. You can go down to the county clerk’s office and file for the divorce.”