The Father Of My Twins

Since the day of their wedding, her marriage had been marked by disappointment. A one-sided affection met with an unseen animosity from her husband, who had once chillingly declared, "I'd rather sleep in the guest room than with you." The echoes of his menacing voice lingered as he stormed out. Five long years into their union, the truth dawned on her – she had been a pawn in his plan, merely a tool to secure his inheritance. Heartbreak pierced her soul when she stumbled upon them, her husband and another woman, on a forbidden date she'd never shared with him. Even calling her his mistress felt inadequate; she was the backup choice due to societal pressures, not because of love. Now, as he stood unapologetic, his rise to power seemed to justify his disregard for familial disapproval. Tired of being belittled, she resolved, "I won't regret this decision. It's time to stand up." As night fell, her once-idealized, drunkard husband lay vulnerable at her feet. Determined, she vowed, "This time, there will be no turning back. I won't be pushed around anymore!" Come morning, a stark document titled "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" rested at the edge of the bed, announcing the end of their union. Suddenly, a panicked query rang out, "Where is she?!" The reply, hesitant but clear, echoed, "E...Em...Your wife has already left, Boss."