My Husband Lied For Love, I Made Divorce His Punishment novel

On the third day of my business trip, I opened the smart pet feeder app to check if Colbie was eating well.
As soon as the camera connected, a soft, sweet voice came through the speaker. Oh dear, your dad is so careless. He didnt even notice you ran out of food. Did my baby starve? Mommys heart aches so much.
On the screen, a young girl was holding Colbie in her arms, rubbing her face gently against him.
The cat, usually so wary, didnt scratch at all. Instead, his eyes narrowed in pure contentment.
A chill ran down my scalp. I quickly tapped the intercom, my voice shaking. Who are you? Why are you in my house?
The girl froze. Her back stiffened, panic flashed in her eyes, and then, just like that, the screen went black.
I immediately called my husband and asked what was going on.
He answered casually, as if nothing was wrong. Oh, you mean Desiree Acosta? Shes a new intern at the company. She helped me grab an urgent file from home. Probably saw Colbie was cute and played with him a bit.
He gave a light laugh. Shes just a kid, at company dinners she even orders from the kids menu. She talks without thinking, very childish.
I didnt argue. Instead, I picked up my phone and called my lawyer best friend without hesitation.
Vincent Davidson is cheating. Help me draft a divorce agreement!

On the other end, Leighton Bentley almost choked.
Just because that girl held your cat, youre sure Vincent is cheating and wants a divorce? Girl, thats way too rash, dont you think?
I took a steady breath and said, You know Colbies temperament. With strangers, forget holding, it would scratch them bloody if they even tried to touch him. That girl was hugging him, kissing him, rubbing him, and Colbie was calm like a stuffed toy in her arms. Theres no way she could be that close on her first visit. Vincent is lying.
Leighton went silent for a moment, then cursed furiously.
That bastard Vincent! A man who married into your family dares to cheat? He must be sick of living! Jasmine, dont worry. Ill make sure this scumbag leaves with nothing, not even his underwear!
After hanging up, I forced myself to calm down. From the smart feeders saved footage, I took a screenshot of the girls face.
Then I rescheduled my flight and flew back overnight.
As soon as I landed, I drove straight to the company.
My eyes scanned the desks, but that familiar face was nowhere in sight. Could Vincent have hidden her so quickly?
In the restroom, just as I slipped into a stall, I overheard two girls chatting outside.
Desiree, youre so lucky! You found such a rich, doting boyfriend!
Tickets for Taylors concert are impossible to get, but he actually got you seats in the inner section. Im so jealous!
Another girl, her voice sweet and proud, replied, Oh, its nothing. He insisted on taking me, said youth shouldnt leave regrets
I froze. That voice was the same one I had heard through the pet feeder.
Through the crack in the door, I glimpsed Desiree standing at the sink, touching up her makeup in the mirror.
Suddenly, I remembered that a month ago, I had playfully told Vincent I wanted to see Taylors concert, asking him to get tickets.
At the time, he had frowned impatiently.
Jasmine, arent you too old for that? Still chasing idols like a kid?
Besides, Taylors tickets are impossible to get. Why waste the effort?
So it wasnt that the tickets were hard to get. He had given the tickets and himself to someone else.
A cold laugh escaped me as I pushed the door open. Both girls froze.
The other girl stammered, President Higgins, before slipping away awkwardly.
Desiree tried to leave, too, but I stopped her with a sharp word. Desiree, right? Yesterday afternoon did you go to my house?

Desirees eyes flickered nervously.
President Davidson forgot his documents it was urgent. He asked me to grab them
I raised my brows, my voice cold and sharp. My Colbie is wary of strangers. If someone who doesnt know touches it, it gets stressed. How did you manage that? It actually lets you hold it?
Desirees face drained of color, and she stammered, Maybe maybe because I usually feed stray cats. I carry their scent, so small animals they like me
I sneered. So you like them so much that the very first time you came to my house, you called yourself its mom? And called Vincent dad?
Then what am I? The nanny?
Desiree instantly panicked. President Higgins, you misunderstood! I was just joking. When I feed stray cats, I often call myself their mom.
I really didnt mean anything else please dont misunderstand
She looked so anxious that her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
If I hadnt checked her social media before coming to the office, I might have actually believed her.
On her side account, I saw her dining with Vincent on our wedding anniversary, the one he had skipped, at a candlelit dinner costing 3,000 per person.
I remembered that on the day we had been trying for a baby, just as we were about to begin, Vincent had left for an urgent phone call.
She even posted a photo of two hands clasped together on a hotel bed, mocking me. The big dog is so obedient, I lured him over with one call. Meanwhile, the old bitch can only stay home alone!
That hand in the photo, I had known it for five years. There was no mistaking it.
Thinking of how I had endured endless hospital injections to stimulate ovulation, while Vincent, with his weak sperm, frolicked with his mistress, it made my stomach turn.
With that thought, I no longer bothered with Desirees act. I turned and walked away.
As I reached the company entrance, Vincent came rushing back just in time to see me.
A fleeting trace of panic crossed his face.
Wife, why did you come back early? You didnt even tell me, I could have picked you up at the airport!
I noticed the sweat dotting his forehead and sneered silently. So anxious to get back, Desiree must have warned him, of course.
I met his gaze, my tone cool and measured.
Are you unhappy I came back early?
Or is it that youve got a little secret lover at the company, and youre worried Id catch on?
Vincent froze, then forced a laugh and reached to wrap his arm around me.
What are you talking about? Im just surprised, thats all. Didnt expect you to return so suddenly. Come on, lets go home. Ill make you something nice!
I sidestepped his arm, casually adding, Oh, that concert a few days ago, it sounded incredible.
Vincents face changed, and he quickly denied, Concert? What concert? I was working overtime until midnight every day then. How could I have had time to go? Did you see someone? You must have mistaken them for me!
I sneered inside. I hadnt even said who he might have gone with, yet he spilled the truth on his own.
When I stayed silent, only staring at him, Vincent grew uneasy and rushed to change the subject, his voice full of fake sweetness.
Wife, youve been working too hard. Youre just overthinking. In my heart, youre a goddess. No other woman could ever compare to even a single strand of your hair.
If you really want to see Taylors concert, Ill buy tickets from scalpers right now. Even if I have to pay ten times the price, Ill get you front-row seats. We can have our own romantic time how about it?
Before, hearing that might have made my heart race.
But now, all I felt was disgust. I wanted nothing more than to divorce him and cut him off completely.
Still, I knew, if I ended it now, it would be far too easy on this cheating pair.

I had to wait for the perfect moment to ruin them both completely. With that thought, I pressed down the disgust in my chest and forced a calm smile.
Maybe I really saw it wrong. Alright, Im fine now. Go back to work.
Vincent studied my face closely. Believing I was pacified, he finally let out a breath, turned, and walked back into the company.
The moment his back disappeared, the smile on my face froze.
That night, as expected, Vincent was working late again. I opened Desirees side account and saw her newest post.
Some old women really have no self-awareness, clinging to my boyfriend, its hilarious. Luckily, my boyfriend only loves me. To prove it, he gave me a limited-edition yacht for Valentine's Day! Everyone, come watch the yachts first launch!
The photo showed her holding a huge bouquet of red roses, standing in front of a white yacht; it was clearly photoshopped.
The instant my eyes landed on that yacht, my anger exploded.
That yacht was the gift my dad gave me and Vincent for our sixth wedding anniversary.
It was worth tens of millions, with the custom build alone taking a full year.
Even though I hadnt used it yet, I always kept it carefully maintained at the private dock.
And Vincent, this live-in freeloader, dared to use my yacht to please his mistress?
Valentines Day, huh? I would see with my own eyes what tricks these two scumbags were playing.
On Valentines Day, I called my best friend Leighton, and together we went straight to the private dock.
From a distance, I saw my white yacht, gaudily dressed up with ribbons and heart-shaped balloons.
But something felt wrong, the veteran craftsmen my dad had hired at high wages to maintain the yacht were nowhere to be seen.
I pulled aside a familiar attendant and asked, Where did the people who used to maintain the yacht go?
The attendant looked shocked to see me.
They were all dismissed by Vincent. He said you were going abroad for medical care, and that the yacht had been handed over to him to manage.
Just then, Vincent called, his voice smooth and oddly gentle.
Wife, happy Valentines Day! Did you get the roses? Im sorry, but I have an important client today and really cant get out of it. I cant spend the evening with you, so why dont you go grab something nice with your friend? Ill reimburse you.
I glanced at the yacht where Vincent stood holding Desiree by the waist, and a sneer touched my lips.
Alright, work is important. Go ahead.
Fearing I might say more, he hung up at once.
Leightons anger flared, and she stomped.
Jasmine, can you tolerate this? That bastard is using your yacht and your money to throw a party for his mistress! Im going to tear him apart right now!
I gripped her arm to hold her back.
Dont rush. Look at Desirees show; there are so many guests and her bragging posts. Do you think shes just celebrating a holiday?
Leighton frowned. You mean
Wait. Shes definitely planning something big.
We found a quiet corner and sat down, watching and waiting.
Sure enough, as the party reached its peak, Desiree suddenly took the microphone and sweetly pulled Vincent to the center.
She wore a dazzling couture gown, her makeup flawless, and clung to him with the polished airs of a hostess.
Thank you, everyone, for coming to this yacht party. Today marks its first launch, and to celebrate, all the drinks are on Vincent!
At once, cheers and flattery filled the air.
Leighton rolled her eyes, her voice sharp with disgust.
Using your money to play generously, what a shameless bitch!

Right after, Desiree shifted the focus. Her cheeks flushed, and her voice turned shy.
Actually, today I have even bigger news to share with everyone
She pulled out a pregnancy test report and held it high for all to see. The genes have successfully invaded, Vincent is on the way!
The crowd erupted, cheers rising one after another. President Davidson, amazing! Double happiness at once!
Congratulations, President Davidson! Congratulations, Desiree!
Whens the wedding banquet? Were waiting for the wedding candies!
Vincents smile stiffened, a flash of panic showing in his eyes, leaving him completely off guard.
I knew at once what rattled him.
Everything he had came from the Higgins family, and what Desiree was doing now was clearly forcing him into marriage.
If he agreed, it would mean cutting ties with the Higgins family completely and starting from nothing.
Now this was going to be a show worth watching. I wanted to see how Vincent would handle this mess.
Desiree, unaware of his inner panic, tilted her head and acted coy. Baby says he wants to attend Daddy and Mommys wedding in a beautiful castle. Vincent, when will you marry me?
The crowd, eager for drama, began to chant in unison, Propose! Propose! Propose!
Vincent forced a smile, but the sweat beading on his forehead gave him away.
Just then, a guests doubtful voice cut through the noise.
This yacht looks familiar. Isnt it the sixth wedding anniversary gift Landon gave his granddaughter and son-in-law? Could it be that Desiree is
The scene fell silent. All eyes turned to Desiree, her face drained of color.
Vincents expression twisted, and he barked, Whos spouting nonsense? Are you blind? This yacht is clearly one I bought for Desiree! Bodyguards! Throw that troublemaker out, now!
Vincent held Desiree tightly, her eyes brimming with tears, and announced to the crowd, I, Vincent, have only one girlfriend, Desiree, and very soon she will rightfully become Mrs. Davidson!
He paused, his tone thick with unrestrained contempt. As for Jasmine, shes nothing but a pathetic dog clinging to me, not even fit to carry my shoes!
Anyone who dares spout nonsense today and spoil Desirees happiness dont blame me for being rude!
I sat in the corner, sunglasses shielding my eyes, and couldnt help but let out a quiet laugh.
For a live-in son-in-law to freeload this shamelessly is a truly rare spectacle.
The crowd, cowed by his words, fell silent, then obediently showered Desiree and him with flattery, praising their perfect match and urging them to hurry and hold the wedding.
Vincent soaked in the flattery, full of pride, as he declared, Dont worry, everyone. Ill marry Desiree soon and give my son a proper name! This yacht is my proposal gift for my future Mrs. Davidson!
Desiree, seeing her plan succeed, leaned against his chest, face glowing with bliss, hands resting gently on her belly.
Just then, my phone rang.
Noticing the major media outlets nearby, I rose slowly, my voice cold and steady.
Oh, is that so?
The room fell silent, every eye turning toward me.
So Desiree is the future Mrs. Davidson? Then tell me, Vincent, who am I? The woman who has been your legal wife for five years.
As I spoke, I tossed the marriage certificate I held onto the floor in front of them.

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