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1,354,817	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-22 19:47	active	579	379763498372999	Personal Price Plan™	Let’s create an affordable auto price just for you. Call, click or stop by today.	GET_QUOTE	https://ad.doubleclick.net/ddm/clk/577074801;38600	217094601655540	Tammy Kelly- State Farm Agent	https://facebook.com/TammyKellyStateFarmAgent	738	0	1,149,172,842,905,395	2024-04-22 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Get Quote	Tammy Kelly- State Farm Agent	120208841363250233	tammyadamskelly.com	NONE	dco	Get a quote today	https://ad.doubleclick.net/ddm/clk/577074801;386006968;u	2024-04-22 08:08	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438716418_1151349209245203_4965004277302641049_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kwzQGWUtHw4Ab5VoTnL&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AfAaTgIs8paXFaAJu8-ArOP1nk1oDf1x3xXJGAo2ENXraQ&oe=662CB772	person_profile			3	Tammy Kelly- State Farm Agent	2024-04-22 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,353,282	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-22 19:42	active	579	800381188265882	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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1,353,297	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-22 19:42	active	579	830801319065260	Read More Exciting Content👉	Calvin is my boyfriend, and we have been together for many years. Although other people in the pack often bully me, if Calvin is around, I can persevere. On that day, Calvin's birthday, I found out that he had an affair with my sister, and I decided to leave the pack. Just as I was about to leave, Alpha King came to our pack, and he captured everyone.<br /> "You want her? She's a human!"<br /> The king released a roar that made every member of the pack flinch and drop their heads lower in submission. With my face only a few inches from the ground, I watched with terror as the king moved away from me and stood before my biggest bully Kate. <br /> The greater distance between us allowed me to see more of him. He was larger than the other Lycans, his body covered in knotted scars that were visible beneath his fur.<br /> His claw was the size of Kate's head as he punched it through her ch#st, ripping her heart out the other side and sending the pack into a flurry of sobs and terrified mumblings for mercy.<br /> "You will do well to teach your pack to respect those above them." The witch's voice called out again, but I was trapped staring at Kate's body as the king pulled his hand out, and it fell to the ground.<br /> I was aware of him walking back to me, but I couldn’t take my eyes away. It was the large hand that grabbed me by my backpack and lifted me off the ground like a doll that brought me back to reality, and I instinctively met the glowing red eyes of the Lycan King.<br /> His deep voice sent a chill through me as he spoke, "Mine."<br /> ---<br /> Janet's P.O.V.<br /> <br /> I felt uneasy as soon as I entered the pack house. The way my pack mates were smirking at me, laughing behind their hands... I knew they were up to something. Their pranks and bullying had been getting worse and more painful each time they managed to get me alone. My bruises still hadn't gone away from the last time.<br /> <br /> My body ached from the beating I had taken two days ago, but I was only a few hours away from it all ending.<br /> <br /> I just needed to get to Calvin before they set their plan into motion.<br /> <br /> Calvin was my boyfriend of four years. He was the only one that cared for me, and the only one I could trust.<br /> <br /> We were high school sweethearts. He was also the next in line to become the Alpha of our pack. That didn't matter to me, but it did matter to the other women in the pack. They hated that he was with me. They felt that they deserved a stronger Luna than I would be, and they all wanted to be his chosen one.<br /> <br /> I hadn't even shifted yet. To them, I was no more than an omega...a runt as they liked to call me, the weakest of the litter.<br /> <br /> It should have happened three years ago when I turned sixteen, but it didn't. Now I was nineteen, the age at which we could recognize our mates as our wolves should have matured by then. Had I shifted, I would have known Calvin was my mate already, but we had to wait the extra two months until today, his nineteenth birthday, for him to recognize me as his mate.<br /> <br /> Calvin didn't care that I hadn't turned. We had been together since before either of us were old enough to shift, and we were both positive that we were mates. He stood by me and protected me from the cruelty of the wolves around us when I failed to shift with the others.<br /> <br /> 'Calvin? Where are you?' I asked through our pack link but received no response.<br /> <br /> "Poor little human, you have a lot of guts to show up here right now. Do you have any idea how happy the pack is? Having you here will just ruin it. This party is for pack wolves only." Kate, my sister's best friend, said as the crowd parted for her, and the music stopped. All of the party guests stopped dancing and talking to watch as the biggest bully in the pack approached me.<br /> <br /> The flashing lights of varying colors continued in the uncomfortable silence.<br /> <br /> I hoped the man of the hour would see the disruption and step forward to my side, but he didn't. As I glanced around at all of the amused faces, he was nowhere to be seen.<br /> <br /> "Calvin invited me. I am in this pack, and I'm allowed to be here." I whispered, but I could feel the heat building in the back of my eyes as they all laughed again. Something was going on, and it was more than just Kate running her big mouth.<br /> <br /> "Even he doesn't want you here." She sneered before smiling at me widely. "See for yourself. Where is Calvin, hm? I think he went up to his room. You should go bring him back down to the party and see what he has to say."<br /> <br /> I held his present against my chest tighter as I narrowed my eyes. She was up to something, but I wanted to get to Calvin more than I wanted to deal with her b##lsh!t.<br /> <br /> As I took a step forward, Kate stepped to the side, and I could feel everyone watching me with amusement as I went up the stairs.<br /> <br /> Calvin's room was at the end of the hall behind double doors, and I rushed toward it. I could hear people coming up the stairs behind me, no doubt being led by Kate, but my salvation was only a few feet away.<br /> <br /> As soon as I got in his room, I could close the door and act as if none of them existed.<br /> <br /> It would just be the two of us.<br /> <br /> There was a stirring in the back of my mind as I wrapped my hand around the cold doorknob. It was a warning, telling me not to go inside. It wanted me to turn around and run, knowing this was a trap. Yet, I turned the knob anyway and pushed the door open.<br /> <br /> The loud moan of the female beneath my boyfriend made me freeze, and I stared wide-eyed at the couple tangled together. <br /> <br /> Calvin thr#st into her quickly, releasing his own groans of pleasure.<br /> <br /> My stomach tied in a knot, and it felt hard to breathe. The small spark of light in my life was extinguished, sending my mind into complete darkness as I processed what I was seeing.<br /> <br /> He lifted his head, meeting my tear-streaked face, but not seeing me as his wolf was in control. His canines extended just before he latched onto her neck, puncturing the skin and marking her as his mate.<br /> <br /> My sister.<br /> <br /> "No," I whispered as my hand covered my mouth. Calvin pulled back snarling at the disruption.<br /> <br /> "I told you he didn't want you," Kate whispered into my ear, and my sister laughed from beneath my boyfriend as she reached up and ran her hand through Calvin's short blonde hair.<br /> <br /> "Would you mind closing the door, Janet?" Kelly asked innocently, but the malicious look in her narrowed eyes showed she was pleased by her victory over me. Not only had she stolen the love of my life, but she was now to be his Luna. "I'm trying to have a private moment with my mate."<br /> <br /> Mate.<br /> <br /> The word seemed so empty now. Calvin had hated Kelly. He had watched how mean she was toward me and resented her. Now, he was baring his teeth at me, defending her.<br /> <br /> "How could you?" I choked out as a sob wracked through my ch#st, and the present in my hold dropped to the floor before me. The sudden and loud noise seemed to snap Calvin back into control, and his eyes returned to their normal brown.<br /> <br /> His jaw dropped open as he glanced from me to my sister with guilt, but he didn't look the least bit regretful. He was happy to have found and marked his mate, he only hated that he had been caught cheating. The torn look on his face only made me angrier as he gasped my name while he pulled out of my sister. She sat up as he climbed to his feet, neither of them ashamed to be seen n@#ed.<br /> <br /> "Janet, I…" He said, stepping forward and causing me to take a step away, only to be pushed back toward him by the crowd of on-lookers.<br /> <br /> I stumbled forward, trying to stay as far away from him as possible.<br /> <br /> The steady stream of tears blurred my vision, and my ch#st hurt as he whispered my name again. "Janet…She’s, my mate." He finally announced, causing the house to cheer in celebration that their future Luna had been claimed.	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1,353,308	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-22 19:42	active	579	956520902835296	Read Next Chapter Now👉	Calvin is my boyfriend, and we have been together for many years. Although other people in the pack often bully me, if Calvin is around, I can persevere. On that day, Calvin's birthday, I found out that he had an affair with my sister, and I decided to leave the pack. Just as I was about to leave, Alpha King came to our pack, and he captured everyone.<br /> "You want her? She's a human!"<br /> The king released a roar that made every member of the pack flinch and drop their heads lower in submission. With my face only a few inches from the ground, I watched with terror as the king moved away from me and stood before my biggest bully Kate. <br /> The greater distance between us allowed me to see more of him. He was larger than the other Lycans, his body covered in knotted scars that were visible beneath his fur.<br /> His claw was the size of Kate's head as he punched it through her ch#st, ripping her heart out the other side and sending the pack into a flurry of sobs and terrified mumblings for mercy.<br /> "You will do well to teach your pack to respect those above them." The witch's voice called out again, but I was trapped staring at Kate's body as the king pulled his hand out, and it fell to the ground.<br /> I was aware of him walking back to me, but I couldn’t take my eyes away. It was the large hand that grabbed me by my backpack and lifted me off the ground like a doll that brought me back to reality, and I instinctively met the glowing red eyes of the Lycan King.<br /> His deep voice sent a chill through me as he spoke, "Mine."<br /> ---<br /> Janet's P.O.V.<br /> <br /> I felt uneasy as soon as I entered the pack house. The way my pack mates were smirking at me, laughing behind their hands... I knew they were up to something. Their pranks and bullying had been getting worse and more painful each time they managed to get me alone. My bruises still hadn't gone away from the last time.<br /> <br /> My body ached from the beating I had taken two days ago, but I was only a few hours away from it all ending.<br /> <br /> I just needed to get to Calvin before they set their plan into motion.<br /> <br /> Calvin was my boyfriend of four years. He was the only one that cared for me, and the only one I could trust.<br /> <br /> We were high school sweethearts. He was also the next in line to become the Alpha of our pack. That didn't matter to me, but it did matter to the other women in the pack. They hated that he was with me. They felt that they deserved a stronger Luna than I would be, and they all wanted to be his chosen one.<br /> <br /> I hadn't even shifted yet. To them, I was no more than an omega...a runt as they liked to call me, the weakest of the litter.<br /> <br /> It should have happened three years ago when I turned sixteen, but it didn't. Now I was nineteen, the age at which we could recognize our mates as our wolves should have matured by then. Had I shifted, I would have known Calvin was my mate already, but we had to wait the extra two months until today, his nineteenth birthday, for him to recognize me as his mate.<br /> <br /> Calvin didn't care that I hadn't turned. We had been together since before either of us were old enough to shift, and we were both positive that we were mates. He stood by me and protected me from the cruelty of the wolves around us when I failed to shift with the others.<br /> <br /> 'Calvin? Where are you?' I asked through our pack link but received no response.<br /> <br /> "Poor little human, you have a lot of guts to show up here right now. Do you have any idea how happy the pack is? Having you here will just ruin it. This party is for pack wolves only." Kate, my sister's best friend, said as the crowd parted for her, and the music stopped. All of the party guests stopped dancing and talking to watch as the biggest bully in the pack approached me.<br /> <br /> The flashing lights of varying colors continued in the uncomfortable silence.<br /> <br /> I hoped the man of the hour would see the disruption and step forward to my side, but he didn't. As I glanced around at all of the amused faces, he was nowhere to be seen.<br /> <br /> "Calvin invited me. I am in this pack, and I'm allowed to be here." I whispered, but I could feel the heat building in the back of my eyes as they all laughed again. Something was going on, and it was more than just Kate running her big mouth.<br /> <br /> "Even he doesn't want you here." She sneered before smiling at me widely. "See for yourself. Where is Calvin, hm? I think he went up to his room. You should go bring him back down to the party and see what he has to say."<br /> <br /> I held his present against my chest tighter as I narrowed my eyes. She was up to something, but I wanted to get to Calvin more than I wanted to deal with her b##lsh!t.<br /> <br /> As I took a step forward, Kate stepped to the side, and I could feel everyone watching me with amusement as I went up the stairs.<br /> <br /> Calvin's room was at the end of the hall behind double doors, and I rushed toward it. I could hear people coming up the stairs behind me, no doubt being led by Kate, but my salvation was only a few feet away.<br /> <br /> As soon as I got in his room, I could close the door and act as if none of them existed.<br /> <br /> It would just be the two of us.<br /> <br /> There was a stirring in the back of my mind as I wrapped my hand around the cold doorknob. It was a warning, telling me not to go inside. It wanted me to turn around and run, knowing this was a trap. Yet, I turned the knob anyway and pushed the door open.<br /> <br /> The loud moan of the female beneath my boyfriend made me freeze, and I stared wide-eyed at the couple tangled together. <br /> <br /> Calvin thr#st into her quickly, releasing his own groans of pleasure.<br /> <br /> My stomach tied in a knot, and it felt hard to breathe. The small spark of light in my life was extinguished, sending my mind into complete darkness as I processed what I was seeing.<br /> <br /> He lifted his head, meeting my tear-streaked face, but not seeing me as his wolf was in control. His canines extended just before he latched onto her neck, puncturing the skin and marking her as his mate.<br /> <br /> My sister.<br /> <br /> "No," I whispered as my hand covered my mouth. Calvin pulled back snarling at the disruption.<br /> <br /> "I told you he didn't want you," Kate whispered into my ear, and my sister laughed from beneath my boyfriend as she reached up and ran her hand through Calvin's short blonde hair.<br /> <br /> "Would you mind closing the door, Janet?" Kelly asked innocently, but the malicious look in her narrowed eyes showed she was pleased by her victory over me. Not only had she stolen the love of my life, but she was now to be his Luna. "I'm trying to have a private moment with my mate."<br /> <br /> Mate.<br /> <br /> The word seemed so empty now. Calvin had hated Kelly. He had watched how mean she was toward me and resented her. Now, he was baring his teeth at me, defending her.<br /> <br /> "How could you?" I choked out as a sob wracked through my ch#st, and the present in my hold dropped to the floor before me. The sudden and loud noise seemed to snap Calvin back into control, and his eyes returned to their normal brown.<br /> <br /> His jaw dropped open as he glanced from me to my sister with guilt, but he didn't look the least bit regretful. He was happy to have found and marked his mate, he only hated that he had been caught cheating. The torn look on his face only made me angrier as he gasped my name while he pulled out of my sister. She sat up as he climbed to his feet, neither of them ashamed to be seen n@#ed.<br /> <br /> "Janet, I…" He said, stepping forward and causing me to take a step away, only to be pushed back toward him by the crowd of on-lookers.<br /> <br /> I stumbled forward, trying to stay as far away from him as possible.<br /> <br /> The steady stream of tears blurred my vision, and my ch#st hurt as he whispered my name again. "Janet…She’s, my mate." He finally announced, causing the house to cheer in celebration that their future Luna had been claimed.	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1,353,349	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-22 19:43	active	579	1134854954380534	Read with Your Ears➤➤	"I, James Rodriguez, soon to be alpha of Eclipse Pack reject you, Nikolina Reed as my mate and Luna. “ <br /> The pain was blinding for Nikolina. Her next words took both of them by surprise. She was anything but weak and she knew she deserved a lot better than some douche bag who was disrespectful towards his own mate. Alpha or not, he shouldn't be the one who gets the last laugh.<br /> ***<br /> Nikolina POV<br /> 4 hours earlier<br /> I woke up in a very good mood. I am finally eighteen and today is the day I find my mate. It actually depends on both sides. If they are of age, they'll find each other soon enough, seventeen is the youngest you can be when you find your mate.<br /> However, most of the time, the guy or the girl have to wait for their other half to come of age, which I think is a great idea.<br /> Yes, I'm a werewolf, specifically the current Beta's daughter and soon to be Beta's sister. The disappointment of the family. But that's okay; I'm not very inclined to make them proud or follow in their footsteps, but mostly they want Alex to do it.<br /> Don't get me wrong. I'm not abused or bullied; except for the occasional remarks, shunned from society, the usual stuff.<br /> They say I'm ugly, but I know better than to believe that. I could have been popular due to my blue eyes and gold speckles, blonde hair and hourglass figure. But I like to keep to myself. Plus my hair was naturally blonde unlike my mother's peroxide bleached hair that comes out of bottles and pricey extensions. Actually, dad and Alex both have brown hair so I don't know how I have blonde hair. For months, I even checked the roots of my hair to find some sort of discoloration to prove that even my hair was bleached. But in vain.<br /> My mom was the stereotypical cheerleader in high school while my dad was the “douche” and quarterback. Apparently they want me to be like them, and social hierarchy exists in packs as well. And my brother is following our parents footsteps, sleeping with more than half of the population, while I'm not.<br /> They revel in attention and bullying people who are lower than them, as they say. To the outside world, my family and I love each other. On the inside it’s an extreme hate relationship, something the pack is aware of except for the Alpha and Luna.<br /> If they knew the truth, my parents, Tiffany and Mark, would lose their respect and beloved Alex's position would be taken away from him. Which would obviously take his popularity down a notch. Horrifying for him. Entertaining for me.<br /> Anyways, today is also the soon-to-be Alpha's eighteenth birthday. James Rodriguez.<br /> Sometimes I wonder how someone as sweet and kind as Diana and George, produce a kid like James.<br /> In short, James is the snobby player. It’s actually really surprising how none of the girls are pregnant yet...<br /> Back to me, I dressed up with more care than usual. I wore a baby pink sundress with black gladiator sandals. I applied a bit of winged liner to make my eyes pop. I've always read stories about loving mates. Who knows how much of it is true? For all I know, it’s some made up fantasy to make mates seem like the ultimate endgame. Maybe one day, I would meet my mate and then we could run away towards the sunset............or something, I don't really care.<br /> Apparently, all mates are compatible with their other half. It’s like love at first sight and the males getting all possessive about their mates is very appealing and a turn on, or so I've heard.<br /> It's all hearsay. And I think it’s stupid. It’s like the males are all custom made robots. Why else would their behavior be so alike?<br /> And there was a paragraph about heat and shifting and marking. Maybe, my mate's gonna go all caveman on me and tear my throat out.<br /> I'm just kidding, morbid thoughts on my birthday are kind of my thing. And its wishful thinking. I don't care. He might even be an omega and I still wouldn't care. Even if he's a human, it wouldn't matter. And if he's not in this pack then..... Oh well... It's better for me. I don't want to stay in a pack where I have no respect and people treat me bad. Status had once mattered to me. But when you have parents like mine, you kind of start praying not to ever be like them.<br /> Not once did they look at me but of course, Alexander was doted on by everyone. Kids. Parents. Friends. You name it.<br /> Apparently, it's because he's a boy. And according to my mother, girls are good for getting screwed, getting hit on, obeying their men, acting flirty along, and popping out heirs.<br /> And lucky for you all, my mother happens to be exhibit A.<br /> You should all be jealous because it's not everyday that you have a live walking, talking example to show the word and tell them what a hoe your mother is.<br /> Third Person POV <br /> Nikolina walked to school as she was not allowed a car. Though Alex was the proud owner of a shiny Silver Volvo. Double standards were very common in the Reed family. She had always wanted her own car, something that was a stunning shade of bright canary yellow, but that dream was nowhere close to becoming a reality.<br /> All of a sudden, she smelt an amazing scent; peppermint and honey. Lydia purred and rolled around in happiness, barely able to contain her excitement.<br /> On searching for the source, her eyes met warm, hazel orbs. His eyes expressed lust and adoration as they raked all over her body.<br /> Realization finally hit her hard when she saw that James-freaking-Rodriguez was her mate! The next Alpha of Solaris Eclipse Pack. And he was Portia's long-standing boyfriend.<br /> You know what he did next? James went back to groping the head cheerleader. “Portia.... “ Oh, sorry. Rookie mistake. Portia Scott.<br /> Tears threatened to fall while her wolf Lydia whimpered, seeing her mate touch another...<br /> “Our mate is beautiful.” James's wolf, Jace said. Nikolina was more than just beautiful. Many males of the pack thought she was gorgeous but never mentioned it out loud due to the fear of facing Alex's wrath. Alex was the one to start it all: the petty insults, the hateful words and making an outcast out of her. Others had just followed his footsteps. And of course, some of the girls were shallow enough to find happiness by making Nikolina feel miserable, because they were insecure about themselves.<br /> But the main issue was, though James thought Nikolina was pretty, he would never accept her as his mate and Luna. Though she was Beta Mark's daughter and was of high status, both him and his ego considered her a nobody. He knew about the insults and he had done it as well. In his eyes, she was worthless and all everyone ever did was talk down on her and she never fought back.<br /> He couldn't have a... thing like that as his mate. Beauty just wasn't enough for him, being a ruthless woman was a requirement.<br /> “She might be beautiful but I don't want her. She's a nobody. If people know that she is my mate, I would become the laughing stock of my pack. Seriously, people walk all over her. She can never be my Luna.” That was the thought going through his mind as he sucked on Portia's neck hard enough to bruise.<br /> “Ow! You're hurting me, boo! You know Kelly has my concealer today.” Portia whined but still made no move to shove James away. She just proceeded to grind her lower body into James and trying to get as close as humanly possible without getting rid of her clothes in public.<br /> James finally pried Portia off his body and walked towards his mate. In some ways, Portia was like a bloodsucking leech or an annoying wart, never leaving without a fight.<br /> “Baby, where are you going? I need you!” Her voice was like a cat dragging its claws across a board.<br /> James just signalled her to shut up before walking towards his mate. He would do the right thing, of course, as the future Alpha of Solaris Eclipse Pack and give Nikolina what she deserves.<br /> He stopped in front of her and asked, “What's your name?”<br /> “Nikolina,” she stated. He soon noticed that she had no friends and no car and he felt the curious stares on his back as everyone's attention was on him.<br /> “I, James Rodriguez, soon to be alpha of Eclipse Pack reject you, Nikolina Reed as my mate and Luna. “ As he rejected her, Jace whimpered and cowered. And James felt bad but he knew this was the right thing to do for himself and the pack. From his perspective, Nikolina was someone who brought out the worst in people and Portia was way more deserving to be his mate and Luna, considering that she was fearless and wasn't afraid to fight dirty for her rights.<br /> James was an egoistic douche bag who mistook petty behavior for fearless but he was blinded by the greed for power and popularity.<br /> The pain was blinding for Nikolina. She would have collapsed if not for the anger that surged through her. She was furious. At James. The Moon Goddess. Not realizing how painful rejection was. Her fate. It was a never ending list.<br /> It felt like she was being drowned in liquid bleach, her lungs burned and she saw red. Anger took over the pain she was feeling and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how hurt she was.<br /> Her next words took both of them by surprise. She was anything but weak and she knew she deserved a lot better than some douche bag who was disrespectful towards his own mate. Alpha or not, he shouldn't be the one who gets the last laugh.<br /> “I, Nikolina Reed, accept your rejection as my mate and Alpha. I sincerely hope you get the clap!”<br /> With that, she turned on her heel and left the school premises.<br /> “Who needs a mate? Especially someone like James. People like him need girls like Portia by their sides, who cater to their whims and needs and whatever freaky carnal desire they might have.” Nikolina thought darkly. She wasn't going to give in to her pain and this rejection was the final push that encouraged her to chase after her freedom and break bonds with the family who had clipped off her wings.<br /> James felt a tiny bit of hurt realizing that she didn't even think twice before accepting the rejection and all he could wonder was how did she not burst into tears or grovel at his feet to take her back. Jace did not talk. He just whimpered, feeling the loss of his mate. Before James could think of it anymore, Portia dragged him to an empty classroom to distract her beloved Jamie boo. It seemed as if James wasn't the least bit affected by the incident with Nikolina, because his actions didn't falter as he hitched Portia's skirt up and ripped her panties, drilling her like an animal and releasing himself on her clothes and face as he left her alone to clean up.<br /> Nikolina POV<br /> “Well, he can go drill his toy as much as he wants.” I thought darkly while making my way towards home. All Lydia did was whimper. The moment I saw James, I knew something like this was bound to happen. You don't have any expectations when someone like him is supposed to be your destined mate. He was born with a big ego and he can just stuff it up his.<br /> “Maybe he regrets hurting us, you know.” Lydia whimpered.<br /> Before I could reply, searing hot pain flooded my senses. I felt myself fall on the pavement and the pain started to become more intense. It is obvious, isn't it? He's already drilling someone just minutes after rejecting me. It felt like my body was set on fire and the blistering flames charred my skin.<br /> I slowly got up and almost keeled over as my vision turned white. Dizziness washed over me. I had to clench my fists and dig my fingers hard enough to draw blood. Getting away from him and this stupid pack is my best bet. He was doing it intentionally considering the fact he knows that we're both connected unless one of us dies or gets marked by another. Walking never felt so strenuous and with every step I had to force myself to not curl up on the pavement and cry. I know I deserve someone better but I did want to cry my pain away.<br /> After what seemed like hours, the pain slowly ebbed away. Painful times ahead. The only problem is that the mate bond doesn't break even after being rejected. Only if the rejected is marked by the first mate or by another, or if one of the mates die, will the bond break.<br /> I entered my house and went to my room to pack my bags. You know, in every werewolf story the rejected mate writes letters before leaving. There's no logic to it. I mean, don't you get it? No one cares if you leave. No one cares if you die. No one cares if you slit your throat or get molested or murdered. That's the harsh truth. Why should I open my feelings on a letter make them feel pity? I can just run away and live my best life, away from them. It's not like they will send out search teams for you.<br /> I don't want pity. I can do better than that. I picked up my red lipstick and wrote in capitals before leaving. I know I'm dramatic but it serves them right. They'll remember this for years to come: women can walk away without feeling a twinge of guilt or regret.<br /> Showing vulnerability would only make me seem weak and I've let people walk over me way too many times.<br /> My mom was probably busy getting her hair done or something. That's the only thing she ever does. Or her nails. Or maybe she was out shopping with snobby people like herself. It's obvious that birds of a feather flock together. The only thing I ever liked about her is that she cooked for us, sometimes. Mom made a mean lasagna.<br /> Dad was probably with Alpha George. That's usually where he is. But then again, he also has this terrible habit of getting drunk during daylight hours. And once he even groped some other girl in front of the whole pack. Mom turned an ugly shade of red as she kicked him in the crotch. Those were the good days. It was fun when he laid on the couch with a bag of frozen peas on his groin and mom was nowhere around.<br /> Leaving was better for me anyway. Nothing was tying me down to this place. No friends. No proper family. I would be doing myself and them a favor.<br /> I took my dad's sleek black Porsche for my escapade. I might as well leave loaded and in style, besides it's high time I had a car.<br /> Just as I reached the pack border, I said, “I, Nikolina Reed, break all ties with the Solaris Eclipse Pack.” The patrol guards looked at me, but its not like they would stop me.<br /> The pack links broke and with that I revved up the engine and sped through the borders, driving towards my new life. A better life. It was a blessing that this pack did not care enough to stop me.<br /> <br /> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><br /> Wanna listen more? download our App and check more! Novel ID: 99168!	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1,353,256	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-22 19:42	active	579	437427875440162	Read Next Chapter Now👉	Calvin is my boyfriend, and we have been together for many years. Although other people in the pack often bully me, if Calvin is around, I can persevere. On that day, Calvin's birthday, I found out that he had an affair with my sister, and I decided to leave the pack. Just as I was about to leave, Alpha King came to our pack, and he captured everyone.<br /> "You want her? She's a human!"<br /> The king released a roar that made every member of the pack flinch and drop their heads lower in submission. With my face only a few inches from the ground, I watched with terror as the king moved away from me and stood before my biggest bully Kate. <br /> The greater distance between us allowed me to see more of him. He was larger than the other Lycans, his body covered in knotted scars that were visible beneath his fur.<br /> His claw was the size of Kate's head as he punched it through her ch#st, ripping her heart out the other side and sending the pack into a flurry of sobs and terrified mumblings for mercy.<br /> "You will do well to teach your pack to respect those above them." The witch's voice called out again, but I was trapped staring at Kate's body as the king pulled his hand out, and it fell to the ground.<br /> I was aware of him walking back to me, but I couldn’t take my eyes away. It was the large hand that grabbed me by my backpack and lifted me off the ground like a doll that brought me back to reality, and I instinctively met the glowing red eyes of the Lycan King.<br /> His deep voice sent a chill through me as he spoke, "Mine."<br /> ---<br /> Janet's P.O.V.<br /> <br /> I felt uneasy as soon as I entered the pack house. The way my pack mates were smirking at me, laughing behind their hands... I knew they were up to something. Their pranks and bullying had been getting worse and more painful each time they managed to get me alone. My bruises still hadn't gone away from the last time.<br /> <br /> My body ached from the beating I had taken two days ago, but I was only a few hours away from it all ending.<br /> <br /> I just needed to get to Calvin before they set their plan into motion.<br /> <br /> Calvin was my boyfriend of four years. He was the only one that cared for me, and the only one I could trust.<br /> <br /> We were high school sweethearts. He was also the next in line to become the Alpha of our pack. That didn't matter to me, but it did matter to the other women in the pack. They hated that he was with me. They felt that they deserved a stronger Luna than I would be, and they all wanted to be his chosen one.<br /> <br /> I hadn't even shifted yet. To them, I was no more than an omega...a runt as they liked to call me, the weakest of the litter.<br /> <br /> It should have happened three years ago when I turned sixteen, but it didn't. Now I was nineteen, the age at which we could recognize our mates as our wolves should have matured by then. Had I shifted, I would have known Calvin was my mate already, but we had to wait the extra two months until today, his nineteenth birthday, for him to recognize me as his mate.<br /> <br /> Calvin didn't care that I hadn't turned. We had been together since before either of us were old enough to shift, and we were both positive that we were mates. He stood by me and protected me from the cruelty of the wolves around us when I failed to shift with the others.<br /> <br /> 'Calvin? Where are you?' I asked through our pack link but received no response.<br /> <br /> "Poor little human, you have a lot of guts to show up here right now. Do you have any idea how happy the pack is? Having you here will just ruin it. This party is for pack wolves only." Kate, my sister's best friend, said as the crowd parted for her, and the music stopped. All of the party guests stopped dancing and talking to watch as the biggest bully in the pack approached me.<br /> <br /> The flashing lights of varying colors continued in the uncomfortable silence.<br /> <br /> I hoped the man of the hour would see the disruption and step forward to my side, but he didn't. As I glanced around at all of the amused faces, he was nowhere to be seen.<br /> <br /> "Calvin invited me. I am in this pack, and I'm allowed to be here." I whispered, but I could feel the heat building in the back of my eyes as they all laughed again. Something was going on, and it was more than just Kate running her big mouth.<br /> <br /> "Even he doesn't want you here." She sneered before smiling at me widely. "See for yourself. Where is Calvin, hm? I think he went up to his room. You should go bring him back down to the party and see what he has to say."<br /> <br /> I held his present against my chest tighter as I narrowed my eyes. She was up to something, but I wanted to get to Calvin more than I wanted to deal with her b##lsh!t.<br /> <br /> As I took a step forward, Kate stepped to the side, and I could feel everyone watching me with amusement as I went up the stairs.<br /> <br /> Calvin's room was at the end of the hall behind double doors, and I rushed toward it. I could hear people coming up the stairs behind me, no doubt being led by Kate, but my salvation was only a few feet away.<br /> <br /> As soon as I got in his room, I could close the door and act as if none of them existed.<br /> <br /> It would just be the two of us.<br /> <br /> There was a stirring in the back of my mind as I wrapped my hand around the cold doorknob. It was a warning, telling me not to go inside. It wanted me to turn around and run, knowing this was a trap. Yet, I turned the knob anyway and pushed the door open.<br /> <br /> The loud moan of the female beneath my boyfriend made me freeze, and I stared wide-eyed at the couple tangled together. <br /> <br /> Calvin thr#st into her quickly, releasing his own groans of pleasure.<br /> <br /> My stomach tied in a knot, and it felt hard to breathe. The small spark of light in my life was extinguished, sending my mind into complete darkness as I processed what I was seeing.<br /> <br /> He lifted his head, meeting my tear-streaked face, but not seeing me as his wolf was in control. His canines extended just before he latched onto her neck, puncturing the skin and marking her as his mate.<br /> <br /> My sister.<br /> <br /> "No," I whispered as my hand covered my mouth. Calvin pulled back snarling at the disruption.<br /> <br /> "I told you he didn't want you," Kate whispered into my ear, and my sister laughed from beneath my boyfriend as she reached up and ran her hand through Calvin's short blonde hair.<br /> <br /> "Would you mind closing the door, Janet?" Kelly asked innocently, but the malicious look in her narrowed eyes showed she was pleased by her victory over me. Not only had she stolen the love of my life, but she was now to be his Luna. "I'm trying to have a private moment with my mate."<br /> <br /> Mate.<br /> <br /> The word seemed so empty now. Calvin had hated Kelly. He had watched how mean she was toward me and resented her. Now, he was baring his teeth at me, defending her.<br /> <br /> "How could you?" I choked out as a sob wracked through my ch#st, and the present in my hold dropped to the floor before me. The sudden and loud noise seemed to snap Calvin back into control, and his eyes returned to their normal brown.<br /> <br /> His jaw dropped open as he glanced from me to my sister with guilt, but he didn't look the least bit regretful. He was happy to have found and marked his mate, he only hated that he had been caught cheating. The torn look on his face only made me angrier as he gasped my name while he pulled out of my sister. She sat up as he climbed to his feet, neither of them ashamed to be seen n@#ed.<br /> <br /> "Janet, I…" He said, stepping forward and causing me to take a step away, only to be pushed back toward him by the crowd of on-lookers.<br /> <br /> I stumbled forward, trying to stay as far away from him as possible.<br /> <br /> The steady stream of tears blurred my vision, and my ch#st hurt as he whispered my name again. "Janet…She’s, my mate." He finally announced, causing the house to cheer in celebration that their future Luna had been claimed.	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1,353,356	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-22 19:43	active	579	1201454377491597	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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1,353,366	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-22 19:43	active	579	1491677681769306	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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1,353,365	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-22 19:43	active	579	1491677681769306	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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1,353,377	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-22 19:43	active	579	1651805555558471	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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1,353,383	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-22 19:43	active	579	2130558870654214	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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1,353,385	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-22 19:43	active	579	2685685831590273	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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1,353,387	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-22 19:43	active	579	3717663651886184	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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1,353,384	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-22 19:43	active	579	2130558870654214	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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1,353,386	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-22 19:43	active	579	2685685831590273	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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