My Husband Asked for a Divorce and Told Me to Call His Lawyer, So I Did

Sophia will recount how I took control of my life and put a stop to my husband Xander’s destructive influence. For privacy reasons, I’ll be using pseudonyms.

As a prominent lawyer in my state, anonymity is crucial for various reasons. Let’s not delve into the intricacies of my and Xander’s love story.

We fell in love, got married, and eventually divorced. The love, it seemed, wasn’t reciprocal as Xander cheated on me.

The signs were apparent: avoidance, excessive time outside, and frequent business trips. Though I wasn’t involved in his sizable business, despite my success as a lawyer, Xander considered me a failure due to earning less than him.

One day, during another one of his supposed business trips, I decided to investigate. I discovered a secret Facebook account on his old laptop, confirming my suspicions.

He was cheating with a beautiful woman, someone he found more attractive than me, often criticizing my appearance. Heartbroken and angered, I confronted him immediately.

“Xander, are you cheating on me? I have proof,” I declared.

“Sophia, you’re just not that interesting anymore. You’re always engrossed in pointless cases, neglecting me. Besides, you’re not a supermodel who can captivate me with looks alone,” Xander callously responded.

Confused, I retorted: “What are you talking about, Xander? I have a demanding job and you knew that when we got married. I haven’t neglected you; it’s you who stopped coming home and refused to communicate.”

And that’s how I discovered Xander’s affair when I finally decided to confront him. I anticipated a degree of remorse from him, but the cold response I received caught me off guard.

He shifted all the blame onto me, justifying his cheating, a claim that held no validity. Refusing to be falsely accused, I pointed out the flaws in his accusations.

Instead of defending his position, he turned cold once more and nonchalantly revealed that he was relieved I had discovered his affair. In a chilling tone, Xander declared:

“Good that you found out, Sophia. I no longer have to hide my beautiful girlfriend. She and I will have a perfect life together after I divorce your useless self. Finally, I will marry someone who’s worthy of me and my name.”

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, sending a cold shiver down my spine. As he spoke of divorce, he not only insulted me but also asserted that I was not good enough for him.

Accusing me of being a bad wife, he showed no remorse for his affair and even boasted about how a mistress would make a better spouse. Tears streamed down my face as he demeaned me, proclaiming his affair with pride.

This was the man I had loved for over a decade, and his words left me shattered. Through my tears, I asked:

“How could you say that, Xander? All these years I’ve been beside you through thick and thin, honoring my vows and valuing you above all else.”

His callous response cut deep, dismissing my worth. “Well Sophia, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re just not right for me. I’m now a proud business owner and a woman with average looks and a pretentious law degree won’t do me any good.”

Feeling utterly demeaned, I protested: “How could you, Xander? I’m a capable woman, even if I don’t fit your narrow definition of beauty. I’ve been a good wife to you and now you’re contemplating divorce.”

Correcting me, he stated coldly: “I’m not contemplating divorce, Sophia. I’ve already decided to divorce you. I’m done. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I will file soon and have already hired a great lawyer. You better move out before I come home. I don’t want to see your ugly face anymore.”

A few hours after Xander hung up on me, he sent the divorce papers through a friend who looked at me sympathetically. I numbly accepted the papers, shut the door, and cried miserably, letting the reality of my wasted years with a horrible man sink in.

However, I decided I wouldn’t let this break me. I was a strong woman who would take control of her life and teach Xander a lesson.

When Xander’s friend delivered the papers, he mentioned that Xander had talked about drawing out the divorce. Initially puzzled, it dawned on me that we had a prenup.

Xander had insisted that I was entitled to half of his business if he cheated, something I had overlooked in my emotional turmoil. It made sense why Xander wanted to prolong the divorce.

He hoped I would give up my rightful share. Determined not to let go of what was rightfully mine, I immediately called his lawyer and set up an appointment.

Within two days, I moved out of Xander’s house and into my childhood home, which was in my name. I texted Xander that I had already moved my belongings, asserting:

“I took my ugly face and body out of your damn house.”

“Good that you’ve come to your senses and not making a fuss,” Xander responded, boasting about his lawyer’s reputation.

But I calmly warned him: “I won’t give you my business, that’s for sure. For now, you will stay away from me.”

Determined to uphold the prenup, I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. “I don’t want to talk to you. You can only speak to me through my lawyers now, and I expect you to empty my house.”

Xander’s words ignited a surge of boiling rage within me. It’s astonishing how anger and hatred can fuel one’s determination.

When faced with such utter contempt, my mind cleared and I couldn’t help but almost laugh at Xander’s ignorance. He had no clue who he was up against.

Doubtful that his lawyer, Jake, knew either, I arranged a meeting with him at a cafe. Upon seeing me, Jake began to visibly tremble, only calming down upon recognizing me.