Divorce After His Affair

Two months into my pregnancy, my health became so fragile that I had to leave my job to ensure the baby's well-being. My husband insisted that our arrangement to evenly split living expenses must continue, requiring me to cover half of the monthly groceries, around $400, even while pregnant. The next day, his ex-girlfriend flaunted on Instagram: "Celebrating six years with someone special who surprised me with a Louis Vuitton bag to brighten my day." The ring in the photo was unmistakably my husband's.

My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. Kendra Parker's Louis Vuitton bag was like a dagger in my eyes. Six years, Louis Vuitton, and what had I gotten from Waylon in our three years of marriage? I once jokingly told Waylon that owning a Louis Vuitton bag would be a dream. He replied, "Gold digging isn't attractive. We agreed on splitting expenses—you can't expect to use my money for things like that."

Waylon walked in, noticing my pale face. His eyes hinted at something unsaid, but he remained silent and headed to the closet to change. I threw my phone onto the bed. "Waylon George, take a look at this! What's going on here?"

He buttoned his shirt slowly, as if savoring every moment. "It's just something Kendra posted on Instagram. Why are you so upset?"

"Why am I upset? I'm pregnant with your child! I left my job to care for this baby, and you're buying another woman a Louis Vuitton bag? Where's your conscience?"

"What Louis Vuitton? Is the pregnancy clouding your judgment? Stop causing trouble!"

"Waylon George, how long do you plan to keep up this charade? Do you take me for a fool?"

I was shaking with anger, tears streaming down my face.

"Victoria, enough! Don't think just because you're pregnant, I'll tolerate this! Kendra and I have been over for a long time! Keep making a scene, and we might as well get a divorce."

I let out a bitter laugh, feeling resigned and heartbroken. "Fine, then let's get a divorce."

He was momentarily stunned but soon responded with disdain. "Divorce? Have you thought about it? Are you sure you can find someone better than me in your situation?"

At that moment, my phone rang.

"Is this Victoria Robinson? Your mother is in critical condition at the Central Hospital. Please come as soon as possible..."

It felt like a bolt of lightning. Without hesitating, I turned to Waylon. "My mom's in trouble. You need to take me to the hospital, now!"

"Why should I? She's not my mom; it has nothing to do with me. I'm not going," he retorted.

"Waylon George! How can you say that? She's your mother-in-law!"

I looked at him, stunned by his heartlessness.

He glanced at me as if I were crazy. "I'm not her child, so why should I go? And remember, we agreed on splitting expenses. You find a way to pay the medical bills yourself—don't expect me to cover a cent."

I couldn't believe his coldness.

"Stop wasting time. If you want to go, go yourself. Don't count on me."

Without another word, he walked out the door.