Contemporary Romance
After Divorce, My Cheating Ex Begged Me Back Every Night
In the third year of my secret marriage to a top celebrity, I visited him on set and found his assistant hand-washing his underwear.
He was playing video games.
When I tried to fold his clothes, his assistant shoved me aside. “Let me handle his clothes, sis. You don’t know how he likes them. He can’t get by without me.”
The suds on her hands splashed across my brand-new Chanel.
My celebrity husband explained from the sidelines, “Li always does it. Just let her.”
All at once, I said, “Let’s get a divorce.”
He froze.
His assistant had to fight harder to suppress her grin than the recoil on an AK.
I had no choice.
I was pregnant, and this four-person marriage was getting rather crowded.
