My husband divorced me, remarried his lover when I was 9 months pregnant, and said: “I couldn’t stay with a woman with a big belly like you.” He didn’t know that my dad owned a company worth $40 million.

At the courthouse, Evan was already waiting.

He looked… refreshed. Confident. Like a man who believed he’d already won.

Standing beside him was Vanessa Clarke—his coworker. The same woman he once told me not to worry about.

Her hand rested comfortably on his arm, like it had always belonged there.

Evan glanced at my stomach—and frowned.

Not with concern.
With disgust.

“I couldn’t stay with someone who looks like that,” he said flatly. “It’s depressing. I want my life back.”

A few people nearby turned to stare.

Vanessa let out a soft, amused laugh.
“He really tried,” she added sweetly. “But men have needs.”

I felt my throat tighten.

“You’re divorcing me days before I give birth,” I said quietly.

Evan shrugged. “You’ll be fine. My lawyer will handle support. I’m not your responsibility.”