Jasmine Vincent Desiree Novel My Husband Lied For Love, I Made Divorce His Punishment

On the third day of my business trip, I opened the smart pet feeder app to check if Colbie was eating well.
As soon as the camera connected, a soft, sweet voice came through the speaker. Oh dear, your dad is so careless. He didnt even notice you ran out of food. Did my baby starve? Mommys heart aches so much.
On the screen, a young girl was holding Colbie in her arms, rubbing her face gently against him.
The cat, usually so wary, didnt scratch at all. Instead, his eyes narrowed in pure contentment.
A chill ran down my scalp. I quickly tapped the intercom, my voice shaking. Who are you? Why are you in my house?
The girl froze. Her back stiffened, panic flashed in her eyes, and then, just like that, the screen went black.
I immediately called my husband and asked what was going on.
He answered casually, as if nothing was wrong. Oh, you mean Desiree Acosta? Shes a new intern at the company. She helped me grab an urgent file from home. Probably saw Colbie was cute and played with him a bit.
He gave a light laugh. Shes just a kid, at company dinners she even orders from the kids menu. She talks without thinking, very childish.
I didnt argue. Instead, I picked up my phone and called my lawyer best friend without hesitation.
Vincent Davidson is cheating. Help me draft a divorce agreement!

On the other end, Leighton Bentley almost choked.
Just because that girl held your cat, youre sure Vincent is cheating and wants a divorce? Girl, thats way too rash, dont you think?
I took a steady breath and said, You know Colbies temperament. With strangers, forget holding, it would scratch them bloody if they even tried to touch him. That girl was hugging him, kissing him, rubbing him, and Colbie was calm like a stuffed toy in her arms. Theres no way she could be that close on her first visit. Vincent is lying.
Leighton went silent for a moment, then cursed furiously.
That bastard Vincent! A man who married into your family dares to cheat? He must be sick of living! Jasmine, dont worry. Ill make sure this scumbag leaves with nothing, not even his underwear!
After hanging up, I forced myself to calm down. From the smart feeders saved footage, I took a screenshot of the girls face.
Then I rescheduled my flight and flew back overnight.
As soon as I landed, I drove straight to the company.
My eyes scanned the desks, but that familiar face was nowhere in sight. Could Vincent have hidden her so quickly?
In the restroom, just as I slipped into a stall, I overheard two girls chatting outside.
Desiree, youre so lucky! You found such a rich, doting boyfriend!
Tickets for Taylors concert are impossible to get, but he actually got you seats in the inner section. Im so jealous!
Another girl, her voice sweet and proud, replied, Oh, its nothing. He insisted on taking me, said youth shouldnt leave regrets
I froze. That voice was the same one I had heard through the pet feeder.
Through the crack in the door, I glimpsed Desiree standing at the sink, touching up her makeup in the mirror.
Suddenly, I remembered that a month ago, I had playfully told Vincent I wanted to see Taylors concert, asking him to get tickets.
At the time, he had frowned impatiently.
Jasmine, arent you too old for that? Still chasing idols like a kid?
Besides, Taylors tickets are impossible to get. Why waste the effort?
So it wasnt that the tickets were hard to get. He had given the tickets and himself to someone else.
A cold laugh escaped me as I pushed the door open. Both girls froze.
The other girl stammered, President Higgins, before slipping away awkwardly.
Desiree tried to leave, too, but I stopped her with a sharp word. Desiree, right? Yesterday afternoon did you go to my house?


Desirees eyes flickered nervously.
President Davidson forgot his documents it was urgent. He asked me to grab them
I raised my brows, my voice cold and sharp. My Colbie is wary of strangers. If someone who doesnt know touches it, it gets stressed. How did you manage that? It actually lets you hold it?
Desirees face drained of color, and she stammered, Maybe maybe because I usually feed stray cats. I carry their scent, so small animals they like me
I sneered. So you like them so much that the very first time you came to my house, you called yourself its mom? And called Vincent dad?
Then what am I? The nanny?
Desiree instantly panicked. President Higgins, you misunderstood! I was just joking. When I feed stray cats, I often call myself their mom.
I really didnt mean anything else please dont misunderstand
She looked so anxious that her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
If I hadnt checked her social media before coming to the office, I might have actually believed her.
On her side account, I saw her dining with Vincent on our wedding anniversary, the one he had skipped, at a candlelit dinner costing 3,000 per person.
I remembered that on the day we had been trying for a baby, just as we were about to begin, Vincent had left for an urgent phone call.
She even posted a photo of two hands clasped together on a hotel bed, mocking me. The big dog is so obedient, I lured him over with one call. Meanwhile, the old bitch can only stay home alone!
That hand in the photo, I had known it for five years. There was no mistaking it.
Thinking of how I had endured endless hospital injections to stimulate ovulation, while Vincent, with his weak sperm, frolicked with his mistress, it made my stomach turn.
With that thought, I no longer bothered with Desirees act. I turned and walked away.
As I reached the company entrance, Vincent came rushing back just in time to see me.
A fleeting trace of panic crossed his face.
Wife, why did you come back early? You didnt even tell me, I could have picked you up at the airport!
I noticed the sweat dotting his forehead and sneered silently. So anxious to get back, Desiree must have warned him, of course.
I met his gaze, my tone cool and measured.
Are you unhappy I came back early?
Or is it that youve got a little secret lover at the company, and youre worried Id catch on?
Vincent froze, then forced a laugh and reached to wrap his arm around me.
What are you talking about? Im just surprised, thats all. Didnt expect you to return so suddenly. Come on, lets go home. Ill make you something nice!
I sidestepped his arm, casually adding, Oh, that concert a few days ago, it sounded incredible.
Vincents face changed, and he quickly denied, Concert? What concert? I was working overtime until midnight every day then. How could I have had time to go? Did you see someone? You must have mistaken them for me!
I sneered inside. I hadnt even said who he might have gone with, yet he spilled the truth on his own.