They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but when my ex-husband’s new wife reached out to me, I found myself caught in a web of despair and secrets. I thought I had left the pain of my past behind, but her request for help reopened old wounds and led me down a path I never expected.
Five years ago, my life fell apart in the most unexpected way. I was married to Kevin, a charming and successful businessman. Everything seemed perfect, or so I thought, until the day he accidentally texted me instead of his mistress.
That message destroyed my world. ‘I hate her, Jess,’ it said. ‘I hate Bridget with every fibre of my being. She can’t even give me a child.’
Yes, he was talking about me. I am infertile, and he knew that even before we got married. I felt the blood drain from my face as I read those words over and over again. The man I loved, the man I thought loved me, was cheating on me and resenting me for not being dependent on him.
Of course, I couldn’t forgive him, and we decided to separate. By the time our divorce was finalised, Kevin had amassed a considerable fortune: a company, three commercial properties and a beautiful house on the lake.
Under the settlement agreement, I received half of everything, including the flat and the house by the lake. In addition, I became a silent partner in his company, receiving income twice a year.
Under the terms of the settlement, I received half of everything, including the flat and the house by the lake. In addition, I became a silent partner in his company, receiving income twice a year.
He probably thought this was a way to absolve himself of guilt. Needless to say, I no longer needed to work, but I loved my career too much to stop.
Shortly after that, he married Jessica, the woman he had cheated on me with. I tried to move on with my life, shielding myself from any news about them. That was until a month ago. One evening, out of the blue, I received a message from an unknown number.
“Hi. It’s Jess. Kevin’s new wife. I need your help. I’m begging you. Please reply. Only you can save me.”
I stared at my phone, my heart pounding. Her messages seemed so desperate that I decided to reply.
‘What do you want?’ I typed in response.
