He Treated Me Like Trash, So I Gifted Him Divorce Papers

I caught my husband cheating.

Finally, I stumbled upon the truth I had tried to ignore for six long years.

The heavy oak door was ajar, and through the crack spilled a woman’s laughter—low, intimate, suspicious. I stepped closer. And there she was.

Professor Maris Rascal, his colleague, perched on the desk with her blouse undone, lips curved in a smile that was never meant for me.

My husband, once admired as a smart and respected professor at DEKKU University, stood between her legs, kissing her as if I had never existed.