I Left with Nothing but Myself

"On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses.He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant.Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.“She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats.“She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.”The room fell silent.I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door.The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink.“She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.”Our guests burst out laughing.They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me.They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs.However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know.This time, I really left."