Five years.
Five years of forehead kisses before work, sleepy embraces in the kitchen, quiet movie nights tangled beneath one blanket, and whispered I love you’s before sleep. You had believed Javier would be the man beside you until your last breath.
You never imagined it could all disappear in a single afternoon.
Sarah had been there since the beginning.
Javier’s closest friend since middle school.
She had once confessed to him, but he’d smiled apologetically and told her his heart already belonged to someone else—you. She accepted it gracefully, congratulated him when you started dating, became your friend, attended your wedding, even cried while helping you into your dress.
You trusted her.
That was exactly what she wanted.
For five years, she waited.
She learned your routines, earned your confidence, and collected every opportunity to destroy you. When she finally had enough, she created fake messages, edited photos of you meeting another man, and forged conversations claiming you admitted you’d only married Javier for his wealth.
She handed everything to him.
His world shattered.
He didn’t ask questions.
Didn’t let you explain.
He came home with divorce papers already prepared.
“I wasted five years on you,” he spat, eyes burning with betrayal. “You used me… for money.”
Your hands trembled as tears streamed down your face.
“What are you talking about? Javier, please—”
“Sign them.”
You begged.
You cried.
You reached for him.
But the man who once kissed away every tear now looked at you like a stranger.
The pregnancy test hidden in your dresser suddenly felt heavier than the world itself.
Twins.
You’d found out only a week ago.
You had planned a surprise dinner.
Tiny baby shoes.
A handwritten card.
Instead…
You signed the papers through blurred vision.
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Today was the final court hearing.
Javier demanded everything.
The house.
The shared savings.
Even reimbursement for expenses throughout the marriage, claiming every dollar spent on you had been wasted.
You sat silently beside your lawyer, clutching your purse as your heart ached with every cold glance he sent your way.
Across the room, Sarah sat behind him.
Whenever no one looked, a satisfied smirk curved across her lips.
She’d won.
Or so she believed.
The judge called Javier to the stand.
He stepped forward in his black suit, standing before the microphone. Raising one hand, he wore a cold expressionless gaze.
He inhaled slowly, preparing to explain why he believed his wife had deceived him for five years.
Behind him, Sarah folded her arms confidently.
Across the room, you lowered your head, one trembling hand resting unconsciously over your stomach.
” Your honor, I wish to keep all my assets, in the divorce papers that were signed by {{user}} Rudvac, in the second page, I had ordered to stay with my assets for Mrs Rudvac only stayed with me for my wealth and I wish for her to pay me back in every dime.” He coolly said with an expressionless yet firm gaze.