I Filed for Divorce After Seeing My Husband's Takeout Note

I was holding my husband's phone, about to order pizza delivery,

when I noticed saved note on his delivery app.

Pregnant woman at home, please prepare food with extra care, less oil, less salt.

My heart sank as I looked toward my husband, who was still in the bathroom.

I couldn't believe it.

After insisting for years that he didn't want kids, how could he suddenly be ordering food for a pregnant woman?

After a brief hesitation, I nervously opened the order history.

Order after order, all from the same place, "Pregnancy Meal Premium Custom."

Each order was over a hundred dollars.

The delivery address was his office, and the recipient was also him.

I set the phone down on the sofa, numb.

I remembered how, over the past year, he had suddenly become very focused on managing his body.

I blurted out, "Have you been ordering takeout a lot from work recently?"

He paused, then looked at me with a gentle smile.

"Just occasionally. Why are you asking? Oh, by the way, I miss your sandwiches. Could you make me one for lunch tomorrow?"

I smiled and promised to make it.

But that note was a splinter in my mind, keeping me awake long after he fell asleep.

Taking advantage of his deep sleep, I went into his study to find some answers.

We'd been married for ten years, and he'd always maintained a strict boundary, never crossing it with women.

I told myself, maybe the note was a misunderstanding?

I tried to open his computer, hoping for a clue.

The password was my birthday, but now it said the password was incorrect.

I felt something was terribly wrong.

I tried the safe, using the same code. And this time, it opened.

Inside lay a small velvet box. A wave of affection washed over me.

It held the cufflinks I'd given him.

A gift I gave him after he landed his first big deal.

Even now, a successful man, he said they were his lucky charm.

I thought maybe I had misunderstood him.

But the next second, when I opened the box, I froze in place.

The cufflinks were gone, replaced by folded carefully into a heart shape.

It had been hidden in the safe like a treasure.

The name on the pregnancy test was clearly written as Sophie Miller.

My blood ran cold.

Sophie Miller...the widow of his late army buddy?

How had they gotten this close without me noticing?

When?

Looking at the pregnancy test, my heart twisted, and I could hardly breathe.

I put everything back in place, pretending nothing had happened, and returned to the bedroom, lying stiffly until dawn.

When Luke saw I was awake the next morning, he hugged me and gently kissed my forehead.

"Hey, did you make the sandwich lunch?"

Before I could answer, his phone screen lit up.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a message from Sophie Miller.

"Sweetheart, you promised to make me a sandwich lunch today. Don't back out now!"

This pregnant lady is counting on you~"

He glanced at his phone, then didn't say another word to me.

He grabbed the sandwich lunch I'd already made for him and rushed out the door.

At that moment, I knew for sure. My husband was in love.

And there was even an unborn child between them.

He'd never liked sweets, but now he specifically wanted me to make the sandwich lunch.

He must have been using me to please his mistress.

I immediately contacted my law school friend.

"Help me draft a divorce agreement. Right now."

"Also, recommend me a reliable private detective. I'll pay whatever it costs."

Luke had been at the office for less than five minutes when Sophie posted an Instagram update and tagged me,

"Sweetheart, your husband's cooking is amazing! He knows I'm pregnant and love sweet and sour flavors, and I've gotten so tired of takeout, so he personally cooked for me. Aren't you jealous?"

I clicked on the picture, and in the background, I could see the private break room of Luke's office, with the sandwich lunch I had made for him last night sitting on the table.

That year, when we were newlyweds, we were inseparable.

He had specially renovated a break room for me, even buying a chaise lounge to place by the window.

With deep affection, he had promised me,

"From now on, this will be our secret base, just for you and me."

Now, he was lying with another woman on my chaise lounge, eating the sandwich lunch I had personally made.

I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly liked Sophie's post.

I left a comment:

"I heard your husband passed away three years ago.

When did you remarry?

Why didn't you invite me to the wedding?"

Almost immediately, Sophie called me, her voice sounding hurt,

"You've misunderstood!

Let me explain"

Luke snatched the phone from her, his voice suddenly anxious, mixed with reproach.

"Sophie just wanted to try your cooking.

You're jealous over that?"

I didn't respond to him. Instead, I asked, "When did you two become so close?

Why was she in your office?

I need you to explain this to me."

There was a long silence. After a while, Luke hesitated, his voice shaky.

"Before, the guys and I decided to have someone look out for Sophie. You know, it's not easy for a woman on her own."

"I didn't want you to overthink it, so I didn't mention it. I just asked her to help out with some cleaning at the office. Trust me, there's nothing between us."

Hearing Luke's repeated assurances, I decided to give our ten-year marriage one last chance.

I told him, "Come home at 10 tonight. We need to talk."

Luke sighed in relief, his voice softening, returning to its usual gentleness.

"Darling, I knew you were a reasonable woman. Wait for me at home. I'll bring you your favorite cream puffs."

After hanging up, Sophie's message came through.

"Dreama, do you really believe that nothing's going on between me and your husband?"

I clenched my fist, barely holding back my fury.

Tonight, I needed Luke to give me an answer personally.

By 8 p.m., my husband, who was usually home late, arrived early for the first time in ages.

He was holding a box of cream puffs and was about to hand them to me, when Sophie squeezed in behind him.

I frowned, about to lose my temper.

Before I could speak, Luke put an arm around her shoulders.

"We're all old friends. Tonight, Sophie made these cream puffs to apologize to you."

He placed my hand on Sophie's and spoke with patience and tenderness,

"From now on, Sophie will be my 'little sister.' Honey, you and Sophie should treat each other like sisters.

We're all family, so no more jealousy, okay?"

Sophie smiled sweetly, reaching forward to link arms with me, holding the cream puff to my lips,

"Sis, I heard you love cream puffs. I spent the whole afternoon making these, my hands are sore now. Try one and forgive Luke, okay?"

As the puff touched my lips. A sharp, acrid smell hit me, followed by a searing pain. I jerked back.

I angrily shoved her hand away and demanded,

"What did you put in the cream puff?"

Luke didn't notice anything wrong. His gaze was completely focused on Sophie.

I knew that look too well. He used to look at me like that.

But now, his eyes were filled with Sophie, not me.

Suddenly, Sophie clutched her stomach and slowly crouched down.

Within seconds, a pool of red blood appeared on the floor.

Sophie's face turned pale, and her voice trembled.

"My baby... save my baby."

Luke panicked, grabbing Sophie and rushing her toward the hospital.

I shouted at his retreating figure:

"Luke, if you walk out that door tonight, we're getting a divorce."

His voice carried back from a distance,

"Darling, I'll settle Sophie and then come back to explain everything to you."

At that moment, the last shred of hope inside me shattered.

Luke, you have no chance anymore.

I immediately dialed my lawyer friend again.

"Tomorrow, I need you to come with me to the office. I'm going to collect all the evidence and prepare for this divorce lawsuit."

I carefully checked the cut on my lips. Thanks goodness, nothing too severe.

Sophie had put a strong alkaline substance in the cream puff.

Her goal was to disfigure me.

I was going to make her pay for this.

I put on a mask and went to the company with my lawyer friend.

The receptionist asked me to make an appointment before entering the CEO's office.

I sneered. "Are you new here? This is my company, when did I need an appointment to come in?"

She smirked, her look condescending. "I've never heard of you.

I can't just let anyone in."

I nodded. She had a point.

Then I coldly said,

"Luke, your CEO, is my husband. Now can I go in?"

A small crowd of employees had gathered.

One whispered loudly, At that moment, some of the office staff gathered around and started pointing at me.

"Another mistress coming to make a scene? If the CEO's wife, Mrs. Miller, finds out, she'll surely have her skin peeled off."

I frowned and opened my phone, showing the receptionist a picture of Sophie.

"Is this the woman you're talking about?"

The receptionist rolled her eyes. "It's not her, is it you? Hurry up and leave, before the CEO's wife comes back.

You'll be the one to be embarrassed."

I ignored her and walked directly to the cleaning department.

I showed the cleaning lady Sophie's photo again and asked,

"Is this Sophie Miller working here in cleaning?"

The cleaning lady shook her head.

"That's not our CEO's wife, Sophie Miller? She's the vice president here. CEO Luke dotes on her so much. He'd never put his wife in a job like this."

At that moment, my heart completely sank.

Before our marriage, my parents had invested in starting this company for me.

But Luke insisted on proving that he wasn't a man living off his wife.

To save face for Luke, I gladly took a step back and let him take the CEO position.

At that time, I never imagined that ten years later

Luke would be playing the role of the master with another woman in my own company.

Since that's the case, I'm going to make sure these intruders are kicked out of the company.

My lawyer friend kept murmuring in my ear,

"We're getting it all on record.

This divorce is a slam dunk.

Don't worry, leave it to me."

Just as we were about to open Luke's office,

we were stopped by a man wearing glasses.

"You're just a mistress, trying to act like a big shot while the CEO's wife isn't here? Let me see what you really look like today."

He rushed up and ripped off my mask.

The office staff, who had been watching, froze in place.

Some people whispered,

"Isn't that the CEO's ex-wife?"

I exchanged a glance with my lawyer.

When did I get divorced? How come I didn't know?

It seemed like Luke had been up to quite a lot behind my back.

We rushed into Luke's office and used my fingerprint to open the password lock for the rest room inside.

The entire room was covered in giant, provocative posters.

And the people on the posters were Luke and Sophie.

The wardrobe was filled with all kinds of toys and sheer, barely-there outfits.

I slowly closed my eyes, trying to calm myself.

When my lawyer finished recording the evidence and closed the door, my tears couldn't be held back any longerthey dropped to the floor.

This rest room had been where Luke and I shared ten years of sweet memories.

If I hadn't accidentally discovered the note on his phone for a pregnancy meal,

I might have lived my whole life in the dark.

When I got home, I paused at the door.

There stood Luke, holding ninety-nine roses and kneeling before me.