All Chapters of Divorced After One Night: The Plus-Size Ex-Wife’s Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I don't even remember how I got out of Jason’s office.One minute I was looking at the man I loved handing me divorce papers the next, I was trapped inside the elevator, staring at my reflection in the mirrored walls.The woman looking back at me was a stranger,her lipstick was smeared,her eyes were bloodshot and her left hand was completely bare.Gone,It was all gone.My throat was tight, I lifted my hand and touched the empty spot on my finger,a sharp, physical ache sliced through my chest. Twenty-four hours, that was all my marriage lasted.The elevator doors slid open into the main lobby of Crane Global,the massive marble floor was packed with people, employees, executives, and clients. The usual corporate rush nobody should have cared about me but immediately I stepped out, the entire room went dead silent,conversations dropped to whispers,heads turned while dozens of eyes locked onto me.I felt a cold, heavy dread settle in my stomach,something was wrong.A woman near the fron

I spent most of my wedding pretending I wasn't terrified.The fake smile on my face must have been convincing enough because nobody questioned it,guests toasted us, cameras flashed, and champagne flowed like water.Everyone kept gushing about what a perfect couple we made. I just smiled, nodded, and played my part. Inside, I felt like an actress who had been thrown on stage without a script.The ceremony itself passed in a blur,one second I was standing at the altar, and the next, the priest was saying the words husband and wife,my heart stopped.Not from romance, but from sheer terror,it was suddenly very real.Jason Crane was my husband.By the time the last guests finally started leaving, a deep, heavy exhaustion had settled into my bones,, all I wanted was silence and a chance to breathe.The elevator ride up to his penthouse felt suffocatingly intimate. For the first time all day, we were completely alone,no parents, no reporters, no corporate expectations. Just us.The silence

I stopped crying on the second night not because the pain was gone,it wasn't If anything, it felt worse every time I thought about the wedding, my chest tightened. Remembering those photos made me feel sick all over again,the humiliation, betrayal, and whispers were impossible to escape but sometime between midnight and three in the morning, while staring at the stained ceiling of my hotel room, I realized something important. Crying wasn't going to help me.It wouldn't reveal who had done this, and it certainly wasn't going to give me my life back,if I wanted answers, I had to go find them myself.The anonymous envelope was still sitting open on the desk, the photos spread out beside it,I couldn't look at them for long anymore after two days of staring, trying to find something I'd missed, they just hurt. I looked away, turning my attention back to the wedding guest list instead. I had printed it from the website two days ago, just before someone took the entire page down,whoever h

The notification popped up before I could stop it. I’d been doing fine all these while four days of discipline, news alerts turned off, social media deleted. My phone was reduced to what it was supposed to be calls, messages, documentation, nothing more. I was building something carefully, and I couldn’t afford distractions but muscle memory betrayed me then I opened the wrong app, and there it was.Then I saw a photograph of Jason Crane and Sloane Grayson at the Whitmore Charity Gala on black tie and flash lighting,the kind of image designed to look effortless even though nothing about it ever is.Sloane stood beside him in a champagne-colored dress, her hand resting on his arm with the ease of someone who had practiced the gesture long enough for it to look natural.Jason was in his suit which I recognized immediately,he had worn it before, on the morning of the wedding, before everything fell apart.The caption below the image was “New York’s Most Powerful Couple?” It was a quest

The legal aid clinic was in a converted townhouse about three blocks from the university.Outside, it didn’t look like much, just a dark green door, a small brass plate with the name on it, and two steps up from the sidewalk.It was the exact kind of place you’d walk right past without really noticing unless you were specifically looking for it,I found myself wondering if that was entirely the point whether the people who came here preferred it that way, choosing a door that didn’t announce itself to the world, I was officially one of those people now.The attorney who saw me was young, likely in his late twenties, with that deeply tired look that doesn’t come from age but from carrying too many cases at once while still managing to care about all of them . His name was Marcus Webb. By ten in the morning, he already had a yellow legal pad half-filled,he listened to my story without interrupting.I didn’t realize how much I needed that until it actually happened.When I finished, he l