Chapter 1
Rhea’s POV
“Let’s get a divorce.”
Those were the first words out of his mouth.
No hello. No kiss. No explanation. Just... war.
Lex stood by the doorway in his perfectly tailored suit, cold and composed, like the last four years of our marriage had been a business deal expiring.
I blinked. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said, stepping inside like he owned every breath in the room. “We’re done.”
The message on my phone his message still glowed on the screen, unopened. That alone should’ve warned me. He never texted. Never. But today, he had. And now this.
A tremor ran down my spine. I closed the door behind him slowly, afraid that if I let go, I’d collapse with it.
“You wanted me to log into your account,” I said carefully, searching his face. “You wanted me to see those orders.”
He didn’t even blink. “Of course I did.”
“So... it’s her.”
His lips lifted into a cold, triumphant smile. “Yes. Mira’s back. You should step aside.”
And just like that, the lie I’d called a marriage shattered into something sharper than truth.
An hour ago maybe less, maybe more. I had been staring at my screen, ignoring the creeping feeling in my chest. My mother used to say, “You know more than you realize. Trust your intuition.”
I hadn’t. Not then. Not when she hugged me too tight that day. Not when she gave me money and told me to enjoy life. Not before I found her hanging from the roof.
And not today.
When Lex asked me to help with an order from his account, I hesitated. My gut screamed don’t do it.
But I logged in.
And what I found wasn’t just a missing delivery.
It was a trail of expensive gifts, unfamiliar addresses, and a life I wasn’t part of.
Now, he was standing in front of me, tossing a set of divorce papers on the bed like they were old receipts.
“You’ll get what you deserve,” he said.
“I don’t want money.”
He laughed. Mocked me. “You expect me to believe that? The woman who drugged me, seduced me, and announced our one-night stand to the press?”
“That’s not what happened.”
“That’s exactly what happened. You trapped me.”
“I lost a baby,” I whispered.
He looked away, jaw tight. I knew what he’d say next.
“You couldn’t even provide an heir,” he snapped, voice low and cruel.
My hand moved to my belly, still remembering the curve that had once held hope. The lines had faded. The pain hadn’t.
Tears gathered, but I refused to let them fall.
I glanced up and that’s when I saw it.
The necklace.
Half a heart.
She had the other half.
He told me it was lost. And yet he wore it now, proudly displayed over his chest like her claim was stronger than mine.
“I should’ve trusted my gut,” I whispered.
“You knew this would end eventually,” he said.
But I didn’t know.
I chose to believe the lie.
