I Divorced Him, But Married His FatherChapter 1

Today was meant to be our fifth wedding anniversary.

We had planned a quiet dinner cruise—just the two of us, candlelight dancing across the table, champagne chilling in a silver bucket, the ocean stretching endlessly around us. I spent the entire morning picking out the perfect dress, fixing my hair twice, and making sure everything about the evening would be flawless for him.

But instead of watching the sunset beside my husband, Sebastian, I ended up sitting alone, staring at my phone.

An anonymous video had arrived only minutes earlier. My fingers trembled as I tapped it open, a strange sense of dread creeping up my spine. Even then, I wasn’t ready for what appeared on the screen.

It was Sebastian—my husband—and Livia, my best friend.

Their laughter filled the quiet room, carefree and intimate. The sheets wrapped around them weren’t ours, yet their bodies were tangled together as if they belonged there. My breath caught in my throat. My chest tightened, and for a moment, it felt like my heart had been hollowed out completely.