After the Divorce, I Asked My Husband to Leave the House

[Antwan! When are you getting here? I've been waiting for two hours already.] I messaged, my legs aching from standing in high heels.

I couldn't blame myself for standing at the door. There were so many people getting divorced that I couldn't even find a seat.

[What's the rush? I already agreed to the divorce, so stop playing games.] His reply came quickly.

If he responded that fast, there was no way he was late because of work.

My marriage with Antwan Holloway wasn't a happy one.

Back then, Antwan's family company faced serious financial problems. His parents found out that I liked him, so they pushed Antwan to pursue and marry me.

Because of me, he couldn't be with the one he truly loved. After the wedding, he treated me with indifference, even with some resentment.

I didn't mind too much. Antwan was good-looking, and although he wasn't fond of me, he didn't cheat or humiliate me during the marriage.

That was until I discovered that he had replaced his secretary.

Antwan's secretary had been with the company for years. Replacing such an experienced person with a newcomer was a big deal, and I couldn't believe Antwan didn't know that.

My gut told me to dig deeper.

Sure enough, the new secretary turned out to be Antwan's first love, who had returned from studying abroad with a Ph.D.

I clenched my phone, seething with anger.

My phone buzzed twice, and a message from an unknown WhatsApp account came through.

One photo showed a tall figure from behind—Antwan.

Another showed a pregnancy test report with the name of Antwan's new secretary, Jennifer Rubio.

[Thanks to Mr. Holloway for accompanying me to the prenatal checkup. He'll surely make a great father.]

That explained why Antwan didn't have time to sign the divorce papers.

He was too busy taking his assistant for a prenatal checkup. Jennifer was pregnant.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm.

I hailed a taxi and headed home.

After some thought, I sent the photos and screenshots to my legal team.

Although the evidence wasn't solid yet, I knew I could dig out more.

I hired a private investigator to track Antwan's movements over the past few months and to check the surveillance near Jennifer's home.

I spent tens of thousands, feeling a rush of excitement at catching him red-handed.

How fortunate that I hadn't divorced yet. Catching Antwan cheating while still married would ruin him.

When I got home, the housekeeper I hired had already packed up Antwan's belongings.

This house was bought with my dad's money, so naturally, it belonged to me. When we divorced, it would be Antwan who had to leave.

"Madam, everything's packed up. What would you like me to do with it?" asked the housekeeper.

I took out my phone and recorded a video for Antwan. [These are your things. Do you want them thrown out, or should I send them to you?]

[What gives you the right to touch my stuff?] He texted back.

[Give me your new address. If you don't respond in three minutes, it's going in the trash.]

Antwan didn't reply again, so I blocked him.

"Could you please leave them next to the trash cans outside?" I pointed to the bins on the street.

I was always punctual.

After the housekeeper finished cleaning and left, my home finally felt a bit more peaceful.

No wonder it always felt so oppressive when I came back. Turned out, there was just too much trash in the house.

[Madam, I've sent you the surveillance footage you requested. Please focus on the videos from March 20th to March 30th.] The detective was efficient, emailing me the evidence.

I focused on the ten days' worth of footage.

Each night around 8 p.m., a person dressed in all black would enter Jennifer's apartment building.

Despite being covered head to toe, I recognized Antwan.

A man and a woman alone late at night? There was no way they were just friends.

During those days, Antwan had told me he found issues with a project and had to stay at the office for ten straight nights.

I had felt sorry for him and wanted to help, but he refused, saying he didn't want me to exhaust myself.

I laughed bitterly.

Jennifer hadn't even joined his company yet, and they were already in contact.

Thinking back to how genuinely concerned I was for him then, I wanted to smash my head against the wall.

I immediately sent the evidence to my lawyer. Perfect. We were one step closer to filing the lawsuit.