The Day I Lost My Baby, His Mistress Flaunted Her Matching Bracelet novel Chapter 2

Ring ring! 

Three hours later, Nathan called me. 

"I'm drunk. Come pick me up." 

I found him at our usual restaurant, slumped over a table of half-eaten food. 

As soon as he saw me, he grabbed my hand. 

"Babe, I knew you'd be hungry."

"I saved you your favorite—drunken shrimp."

"I even got the dipping sauce ready. Come on, open up." 

I pushed his hand away, my gaze falling on the single leftover shrimp. 

Across from him sat an empty wine glass, stained with lipstick. 

I looked him in the eyes.

When did we stop being honest with each other? 

Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the divorce papers and placed them on the table. 

"Nathan, my lawyer's number is on here."

"If you agree, we'll finalize this in a few days." 

Something in my tone must've set him off.

He stared at the bold letters on the document.

Then, suddenly, he flipped the entire table over. 

Grease splattered on my clothes.

Shards of glass from the broken wine glass cut my ankle. 

Nathan's hands trembled, fists clenched like he wanted to hit me. 

"Madison, don't push your luck."

"If anyone's ending this marriage, it's me—on my terms!" 

I felt nothing.

He looked like a pathetic drunk throwing a tantrum. 

Silently, I walked away. 

Sometimes, all you want is to leave with a shred of dignity.

But even that was too much to ask. 

A month ago, he came home with lipstick on his collar—the exact shade as the stain on that wine glass. 

I found a love note in his pocket, calling him "husband" with little hearts drawn around it. 

I knew then—I'd already lost him. 

He mistook my anger for stubbornness and pulled me closer, his voice coaxing. 

"Don't like it? No problem."

"Tomorrow, I'll take you shopping. Buy as many as you want." 

"Don't bother." 

I shoved the freshly printed divorce papers into his hands. 

"Read it. If you agree, call my lawyer."

"After we sign, we're done."

"The only time we'll see each other again is at the courthouse." 

Nathan ripped the papers in half, tossing them aside. 

"I know you're mad, but think about your dad."

"He's still in the hospital. Do you really think he'd want this?" 

The moment he said those words, my mind went blank. 

Tears spilled over before I could stop them. 

"Doesn't matter," I choked out. 

"My father… is already gone."