All Chapters of My Husband's Graveyard Gift Ended Our Marriage: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I took a cab home by myself.The moment I opened the front door, I caught the scent of a cloyingly sweet women's perfume. There was a brand-new pair of burgundy high heels in the entryway, and Isabelle's suitcase was piled all over the living room couch.Isabelle was wearing the silk robe I had only worn once. Her fair legs were bare as she leaned over the coffee table, eating cherries.Brody was crouched in front of her. Holding a napkin, he casually wiped the red juice from the corner of her mouth, his gaze lingering on her with unmistakable affection.The moment they saw me walk in, they sprang apart as if they had been electrocuted.Without the slightest embarrassment, Isabelle pulled together the collar of my robe and said coyly, "You're back, Roxanne. Brody said since I kept having nightmares while living alone in my old house, he insisted that I move in with you two. You don't mind, do you?"The comments began popping up befor

Just when I thought I could proceed with the next stage of settling the score as planned, something unexpected happened.That afternoon, I had just reached the front door when I heard Isabelle and Brody arguing fiercely inside.There was a trace of panic in Isabelle's voice. "Brody, Bill came looking for me again. He said if I don't give him 50,000 dollars, he'll expose everything and make a scene at your hospital!"Brody's voice was lowered, intense annoyance seeping through every word he said. "Why isn't he dead yet? You were already fooling around with him before you married David, and now he's back to blackmail you?"I raised an eyebrow outside the door.Well, well. Now that was quite the bombshell. So, Isabelle wasn't some pure and innocent widow after all.The comments popped up right on cue."Major bombshell incoming! Isabelle used to be an escort. She was secretly hooking up with another man behind David's back. Now that man is back for more money!""Brody knows the tru

What I disclosed took flight like it had wings. In less than half an hour, the news had spread throughout the entire surgical department.By the time I found Brody, several of his colleagues were staring at him with strange, probing looks.Carrying the thermos, I walked in and announced loudly in front of everyone, "Honey, Isabelle is pregnant! We're going to have a new addition to the family! Come on, take some time off. You need to get her registered at the obstetrics and gynecology department for her checkups."A loud clatter rang out as the pen in Brody's hand fell onto the desk, splattering ink all over his hand.His face flushed and paled. Then, it took on a sickly green shade. The veins on his forehead throbbed violently. He stared fixedly at me, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror.He shot to his feet, his voice cracking. "You… What did you say?"One of his colleagues beside him patted him on the shoulder with a knowing smile. "Congratulations, Dr. Singer! Your wido

I hid behind the slightly open door of the guest room and coldly watched the pair of star-crossed lovers who had once sworn that nothing could ever break their bond. Now that their interests and reputations were at risk, they finally bared their ugliest, most selfish fangs at each other.In truth, I didn't care whether Isabelle was actually carrying Bill's child. I only needed Brody to have doubts.Brody was an extremely arrogant man who cared about his reputation above all else and had an intense obsession with emotional fidelity. Once he believed he had been cuckolded—by a thug, no less—the humiliation alone was enough to destroy every shred of his sanity.He tossed Isabelle to the floor like a piece of trash and pointed at her stomach with bloodshot eyes. "Get rid of the baby now! Because of you, I've ruined my career and taken on more than 300,000 dollars in debt! And you had the audacity to pass off some bastard's child as mine! I'll buy the pills tomorrow. If they don't get

In just three months, he looked like a completely different person. His hair had been shaved down to his scalp, and he wore a faded prison uniform.His face was gaunt and ghostlike, and his eyes deeply sunken. His back was hunched over like a broken man whose spine had become severely deformed.The moment he saw how polished and glamorous I looked, the stark contrast shattered the last shred of his sanity. Like a rabid dog driven into a corner, he suddenly lunged at the glass, his eyes blazing with hatred and resentment.He grabbed the telephone receiver, his voice hoarse, desperate, and deranged. "Roxanne! You knew all along, didn't you? You heard us from outside the door. You recorded everything. You deliberately stood by and watched us make fools of ourselves!"I leaned back in my chair and looked at him calmly, as if I were staring at a pile of trash.I said flatly, "That's right. From the moment you bought Isabelle a grave… From the moment the two of you drugged me and pois