My Husband's D*ck Got Stuck, So I Filed for Divorce

On our wedding anniversary, I witnessed my husband’s dick locked inside his mistress.

Caleb Partridge, the billionaire president of Partridge Corporation and feared mafia Don, was too busy handling business to come home. Instead, he ended up in my ER with Trixa, his so-called female friend, because they couldn't separate after sex.

And guess who had to treat them?

Me. His fucking wife.

“Jasmine, you're not even angry?” Caleb grabbed my wrist. “You don't want to fight with me?”

I stared at him coldly. “Why would I? Isn't this the kind of wife you've always wanted? One who knows when to shut up?”

For two years, I'd sacrificed everything to care for him after a terrible accident. When he recovered, he promised I was the only woman he'd ever love.

I believed him. Until Trixa returned.

But this time, I was done.

A month ago, my biological family found me. I was the missing daughter of the powerful Graves family, and I'd finally decided to return home.

“Dad, I want a divorce.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Nobody's taking you away from us again.”

Caleb still thought I'd never leave him. He had no idea his wife was an heiress.

And when he finally came crawling back, would I give him another chance?

Not a fucking chance.