My best friend took me back to her place. Her face was full of worry.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked.

I already had a plan.

"I'm going to make them crumble from the inside."

The next day, I showed up at the spa where Vanessa Hughes—Brad's executive assistant—loved to go.

Lucky me. She was there.

The moment she saw me, she lightly touched her belly. Her eyes were practically glowing with smugness.

Then she opened her mouth.

"Well, well… look who's here. It's Mrs. Harrington," she said, dripping with fake sweetness.

She covered her mouth with a theatrical little giggle.

"Oh, but I guess I can't call you that anymore. You and Brad are divorced. And you walked away with nothing. Can you even afford this place? You're not going to pull a dine-and-dash, are you?"

I gave her a calm, small smile.

"You don't need to worry about my marriage," I said. "Anyway, aren't you supposed to have depression? You don't seem depressed at all."

Her smile flickered.

I glanced at her belly. "That's starting to show. I wonder where the father is? Brad said he wanted to look after you out of family obligation. Is this baby going to be born without a dad?"

That got to her.

Her face twisted with anger. She lunged at me, but her friend grabbed her arm and held her back.

Perfect.

I kept going.

"And by the way, how do you know I walked away with nothing? Brad and I have years together. Do you really think he'd leave me with nothing?"

I let the words hang.

Then I paused. Deliberately.

My eyes drifted down to her stomach. Then back up to her face.

"Anyway," I said sweetly, "take good care of that baby. All of us will."

Vanessa stood there frozen. Confused. Suspicion flickering across her face.

Exactly what I wanted.

Here's the thing about someone as selfish as Brad—he'd never put his real assets in anyone else's hands. So Vanessa has no idea how much he's actually worth. She can't be sure if I'm lying or telling the truth.

And I know Brad told her I couldn't have children. That's why she's so confident now that she's pregnant.

But now… I've planted the seed. With my little hints, she's going to start wondering: Is Brad just using me for the baby?

The moment that doubt takes root, cracks will form between them.

And the more cracks, the more mistakes they make.

The more evidence I can gather.

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Sure enough, not long after I got home, my phone rang.

It was Brad.

And he was furious.

"Lauren, I had no idea you were this vicious," he shouted. "What the hell did you say to Vanessa? She won't stop crying. She won't even talk to me."

I put on my most innocent voice.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. We ran into each other at the spa. We had a perfectly nice conversation. I did notice she's pregnant, though. That's disgusting—who would get a depressed woman pregnant?

"No wonder she's having another episode. She must be with some real scumbag. I feel bad for that baby."

Brad went silent for a second. Then his voice turned ice cold.

"That's none of your business. But after today, I need to rethink things between us. You have zero sympathy for a pregnant woman. I'm honestly disgusted. Maybe we should reconsider whether remarriage is even a good idea."

I almost laughed at the sheer audacity.

But I kept up the act.

"Please, Brad, no! You know I have nothing without you. You can't abandon me. You're right—it was my fault. I'll apologize to Vanessa. I'll do whatever it takes."

His tone shifted. Now, he sounded like he was doing me a favor.

"If you're really sorry, Vanessa isn't unreasonable. You know that jewelry set we bought for our wedding? The gold pieces? She's always been jealous of it. Give them to her as an apology. I'll put in a good word for you. Then we can forget this ever happened."

I couldn't believe it.

After everything we'd been through. Years of marriage. And he was still trying to squeeze the last drops out of me.

In his mind, my trust—my unconditional, foolish trust—was never love.

It was a weapon. Something for him to use. To twist. To stomp on.

When I first found out about the affair and the money he'd been hiding, I kept asking myself, 'When did he turn so rotten? How did I not see it sooner?'

Now I know the truth.

He was always rotten. I was just too blinded by what I thought was love to ever really see him.

My body shook. I was livid.

But my voice stayed steady.

"Okay, Brad. Whatever you say. I'll bring it over tomorrow."

Because the show must go on.

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I handed over the swapped jewelry set to Vanessa.

Brad tossed me a few hollow words of reassurance.

Then a few days passed.

Mortgage day arrived.

My phone rang. It was Brad.

"What the hell are you doing?" he snapped. "Why didn't you make the payment? The bank is calling me now."

My heart went cold, inch by inch.

I explained, "Oh, honey, I forgot to tell you. My mom needed money urgently a couple days ago. I sent her everything. Can you figure something out this month?"

Brad didn't even hesitate.

"Don't call me honey," he said coldly. "We're divorced. We're not anything anymore. Stop contacting me."

He hung up.

I tried calling back. It went straight to voicemail. I tried texting. Blocked. Social media? Gone.

He had erased me from every corner of his life.

I found them a few days later.

Brad was walking Vanessa through the small park near their building. His hand was on her lower back. They looked like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

I just stood there and watched. Quietly.

Eventually, they noticed me.

Brad instinctively stepped in front of Vanessa, like he was protecting something precious. His face twisted into a frown. "What are you doing here? I told you to stop coming around."

I swallowed my anger and looked him straight in the eyes. "Brad. Do you even feel any guilt? Any at all?"

He didn't flinch. Didn't blink.

"Guilt?" He laughed. "You couldn't give me a child. My father's only wish before he died was to hold a grandchild. Because of you, he never got that. This situation you're in? You deserve it."

I gripped the voice recorder hidden in my hand. "So you cheated on me. You hid assets. You left me with nothing. And you think you're the good guy here?"

Brad's patience ran out. "So what if I did? We're divorced now. That's the reality, Lauren. Look—we had a few years together. Don't make this pathetic. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Have some self-respect and walk away."

Vanessa just stood there behind him, watching me like a cat who'd swallowed the canary.

My eyes burned. But I refused to let a single tear fall. Not in front of them.

Back at my best friend's place, I opened the live feed from the hidden camera on my phone.

In Brad's eyes, I was still that woman who loved him to death.

"She's so stupid," Brad said with a smirk. "She actually believed the fake divorce story. I've had everything planned for months. It's all ours now—the house, the money, everything."

Vanessa pouted and wrapped her arms around his neck. "If you really love me, you'll buy me that necklace I showed you the other day."

Brad kissed her forehead. "Anything for my darling. And our baby.”

This mother was also there, beaming.

"You finally got rid of Lauren," she said. "Good. She couldn't have children. What was the point of keeping her around? Now, Vanessa is carrying my grandson. Make sure you treat her well."

They all laughed like a happy little family.

I sat there staring at the screen. The evidence was almost complete.

Brad doesn't know the truth.

The night I found out about the affair, I cried for hours. Until my eyes were swollen shut and there was nothing left.

But the next morning, I wiped my face. I got dressed. And I walked into a law firm.

The lawyer told me one thing: Evidence is everything.

So from that day on, I prepared. Every move I made. Every word I said. Every fake smile.

All of it was for this moment.

I looked back at the screen. At Brad. Holding Vanessa. Laughing with his mother. Thinking he'd won.

I felt a strange kind of sadness.

Because there's something Brad doesn't know.

He's the one who can't have children.

It was always him.

I wondered what his face would look like when he finally found out.