My Husband’s Ex-Girlfriend Is Sleeping in Our Marriage Bed Chapter 10

My Husband’s Ex-Girlfriend Is Sleeping in Our Marriage Bed Chapter 10

Legally speaking, the divorce wasn’t complicated.

It was the emotions that were messy.

The more evidence I gathered, the more I realized those painful details weren’t just in my head. They weren’t

misunderstandings.

They were facts.

Three days after Vivian moved out, Julian showed up at my firm.

He didn’t have an appointment, and he didn’t bring his assistant. He just stood at the front desk alone, his shirt was a

wrinkled mess, and the shadows under his eyes were deep.

The receptionist called me, her voice trembling.

“Ms. West, Mr. Vance is here. He says he needs to see you.”

I went silent for two seconds.

“Send him in.”

When he pushed the door open, I was reviewing a custody case for another client.

I didn’t stand up, and I didn’t offer him a seat.

He stood by the door for a moment before speaking in a low, gravelly voice.

“I’ve cut her off completely, Sloane. I took the car back, stopped the rent payments, and I’ve organized all the transfer

records for you.”

I simply nodded.

“Good. Saves me the trouble of a subpoena,”

He looked at me, his eyes dark with unspoken weight.

“Sloane, does it really have to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“Do we really have to end us?”

I finally looked up and met his gaze.

‘There is no ‘us’ in this. There’s just you.”

“Did you not think about this day when you brought her into our home?”.

He looked like I’d slapped him. He stood there for a long time, speechless.

“I thought I could handle it,” he whispered eventually.

I laughed. It was a genuine, bitter laugh.

“I’ve heard that line from over three hundred cheating husbands.”

His face stiffened. “I didn’t cheat on you.”

“You didn’t sleep with her. Fine.”

My voice was dead calm.

“But cheating isn’t just about taking off your pants. You let her sleep in my bed. You let her wear my things. You let her

kid call you ‘Daddy in front of your family.”

“You let everyone believe she was replacing me. Tell me, Julian, how is that different from an affair?”

The last bit of defiance in his eyes shattered.

He walked toward me, reaching for my hand.

I leaned back, moving out of his reach.

His hand froze in mid-air, slowly curling into a fist.

“Sloane,” he rasped. “I know I’ve been a prick. But I didn’t help her because I still love her.”

“I know.”

I looked at him, suddenly feeling an immense exhaustion,

“You don’t love her. You just love the feeling that she finally needs you.”

He snapped his head up to look at me.

“When she didn’t choose you at twenty-five, it left a scar on your ego. Now that you have money, power, and a marriage,

her coming back made you feel in control.”

“You thought you were being a savior. But you were just feeding your own pride.”

“You wanted to prove she made a mistake by leaving you back then.”

“You even convinced yourself you weren’t betraying me because you were just ‘helping an old friend.’ But you forgot one

thing, Julian.”

“Every boundary you crossed in the name of ‘charity’ was a knife in my back.”

With every word, his face grew paler.

By the time I finished, he looked hollowed out. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“So that’s it? You’re not giving me even a single chance?”

I suddenly remembered our wedding day.

When he put the ring on my finger, his hands were shaking, but his eyes were so bright.

He told me, “Sloane, I’ve done stupid things in the past, but with you, I just want to get it right.”

At that moment, I believed him.

It’s just a shame that he was the one who ended up destroying it.

I pushed the memory down, my voice steady.

“I gave you chances.”

“The night in the master bedroom was one. The social media posts were another. The anniversary dinner, the gala… I

didn’t just stop wanting you today.”

“I stopped wanting you bit by bit, every time you chose her over me.”

His eyes finally turned red.

It was strange. I used to hate seeing him in pain.

If he so much as frowned, I’d instinctively try to fix it.

Now, looking at him like this, I just felt it was too late. Way too late.

I pushed the divorce papers across the desk again,

“Sign them.”

He didn’t move.

I didn’t rush him.

After a long silence, he asked quietly, “If I hadn’t brought her home that day… would we still be okay?”

I stared at him. It was such a pointless question.

“No.” I replied calmly.

He blinked, stunned.

“Because the problem wasn’t that day. The problem was that you always kept a door open for her. I only saw it because

she finally walked through it.”

That was the final verdict.

He picked up the pen and signed his name.

As the ink hit the paper, I didn’t want to cry.

I just felt a sense of relief. It was finally over.

The divorce moved fast. Julian didn’t fight me on anything.

He gave up more assets than required and even left me the house.

Tess looked over the final settlement and whistled.

“Looks like he’s actually drowning in regret.”

I signed my name without looking up.

“Regret is his business. Moving on is mine.”