Divorced the CEO After His Mistress Killed My Father

Five years after Ryan Stephens came back to me, we went to visit my father's grave.

On our way out, I ran into Sandra Hensonthe woman who'd wrecked my marriage and killed my father.

She stood hunched against the bitter wind, a few bundles of white chrysanthemums strapped to her back, hawking them to passersby.

Ryan's steps faltered for just a moment before he steered me away, his expression carefully blank.

But halfway home, he said he'd dropped something at the cemetery.

"It's freezing out there," he insisted. "Stay in the car. I'll go alone."

I followed him anyway.

I watched him unlock a bike-share with almost frantic haste, pedaling so fast the wheels practically sparked against the pavement.

I watched him run toward that hunched figure without a second's hesitation.

I watched him wrap the cashmere coat I'd just bought him around her shoulders.

And then they kisseddesperate, hungry, like two people trying to crawl inside each other's skin.

In that moment, I understood: a dog never changes its nature.

The marriage my father traded his life for had finally reached its end.

1.

It was the coldest day Northbridge had seen all winter.

I learned something new that daywhen pain reaches its peak, you go numb.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. A message from Ryan.

"Found it. On my way back."

I stood there, watching the two figures clutching each other in the distance.

"No rush. I bought hot drinks. Waiting in the car."

I hit send, then lifted my gaze to take in the performance unfolding before mestar-crossed lovers reunited at last, a tragedy worthy of the stage.

"Ryan, I knew you'd come..."

His voice came out wrecked, barely a rasp. He reached up to brush the tears from her cheek.

"How did you get so thin?"

Sandra only cried harder.

"These five years... I've thought about you every single day..."

Ryan pulled out a bank card and pressed it into her palm.

"Stop being stubborn. If you need anythinganything at allcome to me."

"Ryan, you're all I care about." Her voice trembled. "I tried to forget you. I really did. But I couldn't..."

She tilted her face up to his, eyes glistening.

"What about you? Don't you think about me at all?"

The wind whipped her hair across her face.

Ryan stared at her for three long seconds.

Then his head dipped down, and he kissed her.

His fingers tangled in her hair. Her arms wound around his neck.

Five years ago, I would have stormed over there and slapped them both senseless.

But now? I simply turned and walked away.

I wouldn't make a scene at my father's grave. He deserved peace, even in death.

When Ryan returned, he was holding a Protective Talisman Pendant.

My father had gotten them blessed for us himselfone for Ryan, one for me.

I handed him the hot coffee.

"Why are your ears so red?"

"Got too cold out there." He rubbed them sheepishly. "Sorry for making you wait."

I couldn't tell if his apology was just guilt over the delayor something else entirely.

"When you went back for it, was anyone else at the cemetery?"

His eyes darted away.

"It was freezing. The place was empty."

We drove home in silence.

I closed my eyes, pretending to rest, but caught the slight curve at the corner of his lips.

I hadn't seen that expression in five years.

Alive. Animated. Brimming with barely contained joy.

Ever since my father died, Ryan had always been so careful around memuted, walking on eggshells.

Everyone thought we had the perfect ending. In reality, we'd turned our marriage into something politely frozen.

We pulled into the driveway and walked inside, one after the other, without a word.

"Sandra..."

Ryan's hand froze mid-air, still holding his slippers.

That name.

Something dark and violent surged up from the pit of my stomach.

The crack of my palm against his face echoed through the hallway, bright enough to trigger the motion-sensor lights.

"Ryan Stephens. Are you awake now?"

"I'm Noreen Perez. Not Sandra."

"What's thisfinished pouring your heart out and now you can't wait to take her home to bed?"

Ryan's eyes went wide, disbelief written across his face.

"Youyou saw that?"

"Noreen, let me explain"

I didn't move. Just stood there, waiting for his explanation.

He fumbled for words, then his head dropped in defeat.

"I'm sorry!"

Sorry. Again with the apologies. Five years of hearing those two words had worn them hollow.

Every time he said them, it was just another reminder that he'd actually betrayed what we had.

I used to be naive enough to believe that if Sandra Henson just disappeared, we could go back to how things were.

And what happened?

Sandra merely stood there, and our fragile bond crumbled to dust.

Because of the two of them, my father paid with his life.

Because of the two of them, I'd wasted ten years of mine.

It was like the other shoe had finally dropped. My heart had never felt this calm.

"Ryan, let's get a divorce."

His head snapped up.

Then came the irritated pinch of his brow. He flicked on the lights and tossed his jacket carelessly onto the sofa.

"Noreen, you know I promised your father I'd never divorce you."

"What happened just nowthat was my fault. I shouldn't have gone to see Sandra."

"But she went from being on top of the world to selling flowers on the street. She's suffered enough."

"I just felt guilty, wanted to give her some compensation. I won't see her again!"

I slowly lifted my gaze to the man in front of me.

We'd spent twenty years side by side, yet he felt like a complete stranger.

"What about me? Haven't I suffered enough? How do you plan to compensate me?"

After my mother passed, my father took me to teach in a remote mountain village.

That's where I met Ryan Stephens.

His mother had gotten pregnant out of wedlock, then been abandoned. She gave birth to him and left him with his elderly grandmother.

My father took a liking to this quiet, hardworking boy.

Then one night, in the pouring rain, Ryan knocked on our door.

His grandmother, Evelyn Stephens, had died. His Aunt Caroline Stephens wanted the old house back and was throwing him out.

Covered in mud, utterly wretched, he knelt on the ground and begged my father to take him in. Said he'd work like a dog to repay the kindness.

My father was still hesitating when I stepped forward and took Ryan's hand.

"Daddy, let him stay."

From that day on, Ryan became part of our family.

He was sensible and never idle.

When my father was busy with work, Ryan looked after mecooking, doing laundry, even learning to braid my hair in different styles.

I became his little shadow.

When he was in class, I'd play outside the door, glancing up whenever I wanted to see him.

When he did homework, I'd sit quietly beside him, dozing off or folding paper.

Once, when my father was away on a trip, I spiked a high fever in the middle of the night.

Still just a kid himself, Ryan carried me on his back, stumbling through the dark all the way to town to find a doctor.

I came through fine. He ended up with a deep gash on his foot that kept him off his feet for three whole months.

I was too young to understand things. The first time I got my period, I thought I was dying.

I sobbed like the world was ending. It was Ryan, face burning red, who bought pads and awkwardly taught me how to use them.

Growing up, we were inseparable. Two halves of a whole.

At twenty, he confessed his feelings. Being together felt like the most natural thing in the world.

At our graduation ceremony, he proposed.

He asked me to wait three yearsjust until he'd saved enough for a proper wedding.

I told him I didn't care about material things. He said whatever other girls had, I deserved too.

I waited three years. What I got was him falling in love with someone else.

After graduation, Ryan chose to start his own business. My father gave him every penny of his life savings.

Sandra Henson was an intern at Ryan's company.

She'd clawed her way out of the mountains through sheer grit. Ryan said looking at her was like looking at his younger self.

That was why he'd taken such special care of her.

Right up until the day before the weddingwhen I caught them in bed together at our new apartment.

I couldn't believe it. The man who'd sworn he loved me for over a decade had so easily fallen for another woman.

I lost control completely. Screaming. Sobbing. Hysterical.

I wanted to destroy them. Ruin their reputations. Make them pay for what they'd done.

But all that rage collapsed into despair the moment I saw my father's cancer diagnosis.

I begged Ryan. I reminded him of everything my family had done for himthe tuition, the support, the years of generosity. All I asked was that he go through with the wedding as planned.

Just long enough for my father to leave for treatment overseas with peace of mind.

Ryan agreed. But he kept it from Sandra.

At the reception, she drove her car straight at me.

My father threw himself in front of the vehicle.

In his final moments, bleeding and broken, he placed my hand in Ryan's. Take care of her, he whispered. Promise me.

With the world watchingwith everyone pointing fingersRyan finally stayed by my side.

For a long time after, I drowned in guilt. I had killed my father. That was the only thought I could hold.

I woke screaming in the middle of countless nights. If I hadn't begged Ryan to stay, would my father have been spared the stress that made him sick? If I had never loved Ryan at all, would my father have lived to see me marry? To hold his grandchildren?

Day after day. Year after year. I sank deeper into depression, hurting myself again and again.

Ryan would hold me while I broke apart, sobbing apologies into my hair. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Eventually, time dulled the sharpest edges. Life settled into something quiet. Something bearable.

But it was all a lie I told myself.

He had never forgotten Sandra. Not for a single day.

All he saw was herher misery, her helplessness. He bent over backward to make it up to her.

He never once saw what he'd cost me. What he'd cost my father.

In the darkness, I heard the soft click of the front door closing. My eyes opened.

Dad... I want to divorce Ryan. You won't blame me, will you?

Sleep wasn't coming. I got up and walked to the corner where my father's portrait sat.

My fingers traced his smiling face. The grief swelled until I couldn't contain it.

Through blurred tears, I accidentally knocked the frame. It clattered to the floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I dropped to my knees, reaching for it.

That's when I saw it.

Behind the shattered frame, tucked against the backing, was a photograph. Color. Glossy.

I pulled it free with trembling hands.

Ryan and Sandra. Together. Smiling.

The edges were worn softhandled often, touched again and again.

Suddenly I understood.

For five years, Ryan had stood before this portrait. I'd thought he was paying his respects. Begging my father's forgiveness.

Now I knew the truth.

He was never looking at my father.

He was looking at her. At that radiant smile. At stolen moments that should never have existed.

I turned the photo over. A single line in familiar handwriting:

Ryan & Sandra. Forever.

His handwriting.

How pathetic I must have looked. A fool clinging to a marriage my father had paid for with his life.

And Ryan?

He played the devoted husband to perfectionwhile hiding a lover's photo behind my dead father's face.

My stomach heaved. I barely made it to the bathroom before I was retching, gripping the sink until my knuckles went white.

I couldn't wait another second. I needed to sever this completely.

The next morning, I met my lawyer at a caf.

While I waited, a server approached with a steaming cup of coffeethen dumped it directly over my head.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry." The voice dripped with mock sweetness. "Clumsy me."

I looked up into Sandra's smirking face.

"Miss Perez." She tilted her head, eyes glittering with malice. "How was your night? Lonely, I imagine. That big bed all to yourself."

She leaned closer.

"Ryan was with me. We were up very late." Her smile sharpened. "He says you're like a block of wood in bed. Five years, and you still can't keep his interest."

I met her gaze. Ice cold.

"Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

Sandra's smile froze, then twisted into something uglier. "My mother only taught me to take what I want."

She stepped closer, her voice dripping with venom. "Do you really think your dead father's little sacrificeusing his own life to guilt-trip Ryanwill keep him by your side forever?"

Dad's death is a wound I can never touch.

"Say that again." My voice came out low. Dangerous.

Sandra didn't flinch. "Your father, that pathetic ghost, deserved to be run over."

"If he hadn't stuck his nose where it didn't belong, Ryan and I would've been together years ago. He traded his worthless life to chain Ryan to youto make him marry you out of guilt, to torment his conscience forever!"

Crack.

I was on my feet before I knew it, my palm connecting with her face.

Sandra clutched her cheek, eyes wide with disbelief. "You hit me?"

I backhanded her.

"You're damn right I did."

"Sandra, five years ago you killed my father. Now you stand here and spit on his memory." I stepped toward her. "Did you really think the law couldn't touch you?"

Hatred flickered in her eyes. "Nothing happened to me five years ago. What can anyone do now? Ryan will protect me. He'd never let me go to prison."

Thenlike flipping a switchher expression crumbled. Tears welled up as she dropped to her knees at my feet.

"Ms. Perez, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have fallen in love with Ryan."

"You've already won. This job is all I have left to survive. Why won't you just let me go?"

The commotion drew a crowd. Whispers rippled through the onlookers.

"Isn't hitting someone a bit much...?"

"She's already on her knees. Show some mercy."

Someone raised a phone to record.

Sandra knelt there, trembling, tears streaming down her face. "Ms. Perez, please... I'm begging you..."

The door burst open.

Ryan shoved me aside without a glance.

My stomach slammed into the corner of the table. Pain shot through me, doubling me over.

He helped Sandra up with infinite care, his thumb brushing gently over the red marks on her cheek.

She collapsed into his arms, sobbing harder. "Ryan, I was so scared..."

He turned to look at me. His eyes were winter.

"Noreen, why do you have to be so vicious?"

"Look at yourself. You're acting like a lunatic."

I straightened slowly, one hand pressed against my side. "Ryan, she said my father deserved to die. Do you agree with her?"

Something flickered in his gaze. Sandra clung to him, crying, twisting the truth. "No, I only said it was an accident back then, and she just started hitting me..."

Ryan's stare grew colder.

"It was an accident. Can't you let it go?"

"Noreen, I'm the one who owes your familynot her. Stop taking it out on Sandra."

"Besides, I married you. I've given you five years. What more do you want?"

"From now on, stay in your lane and you'll always be Mrs. Stephens. But my business is none of your concern."

"Consider this my debt repaidfor everything your father did for me."

He walked out with Sandra in his arms.

Never looked back.

By the time I finished with the lawyer, night had fallen.

At the corner of the street, blinding headlights seared my vision.

The screech of impact. My body launched into the air, then slammed into the pavement.

Every bone felt crushed. Pain everywhere, all at once.

Blood surged up my throat. I tried to scream but no sound came.

Through the haze, a dark figure approached, backlit by the headlights.

"Next time, don't mess with people you can't afford to cross."

A pause. Then, quieter:

"We killed your father. We can kill you too."

Footsteps faded into nothing.

I lay on the frozen ground, unable to move.

The phone buzzed in my pocket.

With every ounce of strength I had left, I pressed answer.

Sandra's voice purred through the speakersyrupy, intimate, dripping with desire.

"Ryan... I miss you so much. Every cell in my body aches for you..."

His voice came back low and rough. "Sandra. These past five years, I've been a walking corpse. Seeing you againthat's when I finally started living."

Muffled groans. The rustle of fabric.

"What about Noreen?" Sandra's tone sharpened. "Didn't you say she'd always be your wife?"

"If her father hadn't died like thatif she hadn't been so hellbent on dragging you through the courtsI would've divorced her years ago."

"Shh, baby. Don't talk about boring people." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Tonight, I'm going to love you until you can't breathe..."

The sounds blurred together. Then darkness swallowed me whole.

When consciousness flickered back, chaos surrounded me.

"Internal bleedingshe needs surgery immediately! Get her emergency contact on the line!"

A nurse fished the phone from my pocket, scrolled to my contacts, and dialed the first number.

It rang. And rang. And rang.

Finally, he picked up.

"Hello, this is the hospital emergency room. Are you Ms. Perez's husband?"

"She's been in a serious car accident. Internal bleeding. She needs emergency surgery right now. Please come immediately"

Ryan cut her off, his voice flat with irritation.

"Is this Noreen's latest stunt? Couldn't think of a better excuse, so she got herself hit by a car?"

"What, the drama this afternoon wasn't enough? Now she's pulling this at night?"

The doctor grabbed the phone. "Sir, this is not a joke! The patient's injuries are criticallife-threatening! We need family consent for surgery!"

Sandra's laughter tinkled in the background. "Ryan, who is it?"

"Noreen. Says she got hit by a car. Dying, apparently."

Sandra giggled. "Then let her die."

The doctor's voice rose. "Sir, please take this seriously! She genuinely needs surgery!"

Ryan scoffed. "Noreen, drop the act."

"You think this will make me feel guilty? It won't work."

"If you really got hit by a car, then your family must've done something terrible in a past life. Karma finally caught up. The Perez line deserves to end."

End.

Dad was dead. I had no siblings.

If I died too, the Perez family would be extinct.

"The patient is in critical condition! We've already called the police!"

Ryan didn't miss a beat. "Noreen, if you die, I hope you die fast and reincarnate faster."

Click.

The doctor stood frozen, the phone trembling in her grip.

They say when your heart dies, it stops hurting.

They're wrong. It still hurts.

"I'll sign... myself..."

And suddenly, I understood.

No one in this world was going to save me.

Except me.

During my entire hospital stay, Ryan never visited once.

He took Sandra to Iceland to see the Northern Lights. To the Maldives to wade through crystal waters.

He was busy making up for five years of what she'd missed.

The day I was discharged, my lawyer sent a message:

"Ms. Perez, the divorce petition has been filed."

"Additionally, we've obtained the video footage from your father's accident."

"The person who hit you has been arrested. They've confessedSandra Henson hired them."

I turned and looked one last time at the home I'd lived in for five years.

Then I signed the papers to sell it.

"Thank you for handling this case. I don't want any settlement. I want them to pay."

Ryan StephensI will take back everything my father ever gave you. One piece at a time.