My Dear Ex-Husband, You No Longer Have the Right to Love Me!

"Mom, I want to divorce Beckett Shaw, leave my child and abandon him," I sobbed into the phone.

My mom's panicked voice echoed through the line: "Should I pick you up now?"

"In two weeks, mom. I need to clean up here," I whispered.

My hands trembled as I hung up.

Today, I'm einth months pregnant, due in a month, when I received a receipt from the Paradise Resort, the largest hotel in town.

It read: "Hope you and your partner had a wonderful night."

My husband of seven years, Beckett Shaw, had frequented the same place where we'd spent our first night together with his mistress for the…