I Faked an Affair for a Divorce but My Cold Husband Refused to Let Me Go Chapter 01
Three years into my marriage, Lucas Fred still hadn’t laid a finger on me.
I slipped into a lace nightgown, faked a few hickeys, took the shot from someone else’s angle, then sent him a picture of me pretending to sleep.
[Man, she’s something else. Hurry up and divorce her and let her be with me, yeah?]
I figured when Lucas received that anonymous text, he’d be both disgusted and enraged, and throw me away like garbage, since I was just a stand-in for his sister.
I thought this time, I could finally get a divorce from him.
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My sister had been vacationing in Europe, celebrating her third wedding anniversary.
When she asked what gift I wanted, I asked for an anonymous international prepaid SIM card.
I stood in the empty hotel room with the card held between my fingers and let out a tired breath.
Then I put on the sheer lace slip I’d bought specifically for this plan.
I stood in front of the mirror, creating faint, intimate hickeys along my collarbone and neck.
They were messy and obvious, like a man overcome with lust had left them—rough, possessive, taking whatever he wanted.
I even tore one strap of the slip, as if someone had yanked it hard.
In the end, I stared at my reflection and slowly smudged my lipstick to look messy.
Then I sat on the bed and messed up the other side of the bed to look used.
I closed my eyes.
I set up the camera from a hidden angle and set a timer.
Three. Two. One.
In the photo, the woman looked like she’d just been through a passionate night, then fallen asleep completely defenseless.
I stared at it for a long time.
I thought of Lucas’s reputation in the business world.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
A ruthless shark who showed no mercy.
But what I remembered most clearly was his face, cold and ruthless, handsome though he was, all his warmth was only for my sister.
I prepared for the worst.
Even if Lucas felt nothing for me, no man wants to be betrayed.
He might lash out.
But in the end, he would be disgusted and furious, abandon me and divorce me.
As long as I got that divorce, that was all I wanted.
I shut my eyes and hit send.
The smug text on my screen read:
[Man, she’s something else. Hurry up and divorce her and let her be with me, yeah?]
It went out with the photo.
Sent successfully.
