Remarried with Twins, My Ex Lost His Mind Novel – When I went for my second pregnancy checkup, I ran into my husband’s mistress at the clinic. I kept a straight face, but she looked terrified. Grace didn’t need to worry, though. Michael had already been with three or four women. She wouldn’t be the last. If I got mad every single time, I’d probably shorten my own life. But when I got home, Michael came looking for me. He confronted me. “We already agreed that everything in the Hudson family will be yours and the kids’,” he said. “Don’t go after Grace. Why won’t you listen?” I kept my head down, held my belly, and didn’t argue back. Michael smashed some furniture. Threw a huge tantrum. Then he packed his things and went to Grace’s place.
The maid asked me, “What are we going to do?” I picked up my phone, took a picture, and sent it to Michael’s mom. “Mom, look at this…” Not long after, ten million dollars in compensation landed in my account. … At first, when Michael cheated, it hadn’t even gotten to the point where his mom had to use money to fix things. I would yell at him, point my finger in his face, call him every name in the book. We were each other’s first love, only married ten years—how did he turn into such a rotten jerk? When did I stop fighting? It was around the time Grace first showed up. She was wearing a white dress, sweet and demure. Just standing there, she was already seventy percent like me. Then I saw Michael with his arm around her at a cocktail party full of people from our circle. Right then, I didn’t even have the energy to be angry anymore.
All I could think was, maybe we should just get divorced. Michael’s mom talked me out of it. She said she didn’t really like me, but at least I came from a good family. We matched well enough. Besides, after my mom died, the Shaws—no, the Evans family—was run by my stepmother. Getting divorced would just give her a good laugh. Michael might be no good when it came to feelings, but he could make money. Just his annual dividends alone were in the nine figures. In US dollars. If we divorced, we’d have to split everything up. That wouldn’t be good for Hudson Group. And it would be an even worse deal for me.
So a woman should stay clear-headed and not be so focused on love. I was too stubborn to figure it out. I held it all in for the better part of a year, and ended up with depression. Then one time, I got caught in the rain and ran a high fever. Somehow, something just clicked in my head. After that, I started listening to Michael’s mom and changed the way I thought about Michael. She also promised that if Michael hurt me again, she’d make it up to me. So this time, getting blamed for something I didn’t do got me nine figures in my bank account.