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.

Then he slid another document toward me.

A marriage application.

“You’re marrying her?” I asked.

“Next week,” he said, smiling.

The baby shifted inside me again, heavy and restless.

“You know how this looks,” I said.

He leaned closer, lowering his voice.

“You were a mistake,” he whispered coldly. “And honestly… you never brought anything to the table.”