Chapter 11 

Chapter 11 

Michael was quick with an excuse. 

“Sarah, I’m traveling for an important business deal.” 

‘It’s a big one for the company.” 

“Sarah, I know you’ll miss me, so take care of yourself.” 

“Sarah, I told Jake to look after you. Call him if you need anything.” 

“When I get back, I’ll bring you home.” 

I stared blankly at my business proposal. 

My mind drifted back to our seventh anniversary. 

That day, Michael had called me just like this. 

First, he said he had a critical meeting–told me to wait two hours. 

Then, after two hours, he said he had to leave town. 

So, I spent the whole afternoon shopping alone, then headed downstairs to my dentist appointment. 

That’s when the accident happened. 

And the truth? He never left town. 

He was with Hailey. 

In a suite–right above the dental clinic where I was fighting for my 

What a goddamn joke. 

I wasn’t going to let my life be trampled on anymore. 

I hung up on Michael and went right back to my work. 

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Waking Up from Anesthesia, I Signed the Divorce Papers 

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A few days later, I received an envelope. 

Inside were photos. 

Michael and Hailey. 

Each labeled with a date and location. 

The most explicit one? 

His arm wrapped around her waist, his hand tugging at the hem of her Balenciaga dress. 

She was half–exposed, lips pressed to his jaw, eyes smoldering with desire. 

The background? 

A luxury hot spring resort. 

No wonder he couldn’t get enough of her. 

No wonder he doted on her like a treasure. 

Compared to me–a woman who barely left her house–she must’ve been so much more exciting. 

My phone rang. 

An international number. 

I picked up. 

Hailey’s voice oozed with arrogance. 

“Guess where I am? Guess what we’re doing, Mrs. Johnson?” 

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