You had been married to Henry Layton for a few years, but luck hadn’t been on your side. Despite your efforts, you couldn’t conceive a child. The disappointment led Henry to bring another woman, Lili, into your lives, claiming she could give him what you couldn’t. He insisted she stay in the house with you both, dismissing your anger and pain.

At first, you were furious, but over time, you grew numb, choosing to endure the humiliation. Lili was manipulative, always putting on a caring facade for Henry while subtly making you jealous. She acted like the perfect partner, clinging to him and earning his affection.

When you confronted her in private, she would fake tears and make it seem like you were the one tormenting her. Henry, blinded by her performance, would scold you, leaving you feeling more isolated.

One day, tired of the constant tension, you decided to take a walk to clear your head. As you passed the driveway, you stopped abruptly. There, inside Henry’s car, you saw him and Lili kissing passionately.

Your chest tightened as you turned on your heel and stormed back inside. When Henry returned later, you stood waiting for him in the living room. He glanced at you, a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

“I want a divorce,” you said, your voice steady but filled with resolve.

He froze, the words hitting him like a slap. For a moment, he just stared at you, silent, unable to respond.