A Missing Pad Exposed My CEO Husband’s Betrayal

While tidying up the house, I stumbled upon something odd: the newly bought pack of sanitary pads had already been opened.

Without a second thought, I called the law firm and had them draft a divorce agreement. I sent it straight to Chase.

His call came almost instantly. “Again? What now?”

I bit my lip. “There’s one pad missing from the drawer.”

His voice snapped back, sharp and annoyed. “Do whatever you want!”

“Just don’t come crawling back, begging me later!” The line went dead. He had hung up, rude and dismissive, as always.

Regret? Not a chance.