My Ex-husband Asked Me For Divorced Because I Was Infertile. He Remarried,but His New Wife Was…

The Swindle

But what happened? When I asked my husband for the details, this was the story he gave. He met a woman named Alyssa about a year ago in a nightclub. My husband, who has always wanted children, seemed to have been venting such thoughts in his conversations with her.

That’s when Alyssa said, “I can have a child for you.”

The two gradually deepened their relationship after that. My husband would go to the club almost every weekday and would date Alyssa outside the club on weekends, then return to the club.

In doing so, he ended up using ten thousand dollars from his savings that he had accumulated when he was single.

“But Alyssa was so sweet. She never asked for expensive things. Even when we were outside the club, she was just happy drinking with me at the club.”

“She… she was different from the stereotypical opportunistic club girls you often hear about. She didn’t need designer goods or jewelry. She was satisfied if I was there drinking with her at the club. She was hardworking and sincere.”

We had agreed not to touch each other’s savings from when we were single, so I never noticed anything. I thought it was his money and he could use it as he pleased. I had no idea he was spending that much.

And then Alyssa showed her true colors.

“I want to get married, but I have debts, so I need to repay them. And it’s about twenty thousand dollars.”

Then my husband promised to take on Alyssa’s debt and transferred the money to her. They moved in together right after our divorce, but Alyssa continued her night work and rarely came home.

And then she quit her job at the club and disappeared. Of course, she took all the money and ran. Just how foolish can he be? I started to feel pathetic for having been married to such a man for 20 years.

“Did you make a promissory note?”

“A what?”

When I asked, my husband looked puzzled.

“You lent her money, didn’t you? Didn’t you get a note?”

“We were going to be a couple, so I didn’t do such a thing.”

“Really? So doesn’t it mean you just gave her the money? Is… is that so?”

“In this case, it seems like you donated twenty thousand dollars to Alyssa out of goodwill.”

This woman must be a pro. In the case of donations, if the amount exceeds eleven thousand dollars in a year, gift tax is imposed. Depending on the case, the receiver might be taxed.

So Alyssa just took twenty thousand dollars in cash and vanished. And she split the money into two parts across two different years. That way, she wouldn’t exceed the eleven thousand dollar limit and could avoid taxes.

The reason my husband thought she was a good girl who never asked for material gifts was because she knew the law well.

“So what should I do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe consult a lawyer. It’ll cost you though.”

Too Little, Too Late

Upon hearing that, my husband’s shoulders slumped.

“I’ve used up all my savings from my single days. The woman I loved ran away from me. I can’t tell the company that the marriage is off after I’ve already told them about remarrying. I boasted about getting a younger wife.”

Isn’t that his own doing? Although I thought that, seeing his pitiful situation, I couldn’t say anything.

“Lisa, it’s my fault. Please come back to me. I realized after you were gone, you were the only one who cared about me. I don’t need kids anymore. I’ll let you do as you like.”

You must have been lonely too, right? Does my husband still misunderstand that I still love him? That matter ended half a year ago in my mind, so I confronted him with reality.

“You know, it’s been a year. What’s with this sudden change of heart? Isn’t it a little too late now?”

“Lisa, are you going to abandon me?”

“Well, it was you who pushed for our divorce in the first place, remember?”

“Lisa, you’re the only one I can rely on.”

My ex-husband looked utterly exhausted. I decided to show him a little mercy.

“Alright then, shall I call up a lawyer friend of mine?”

“Lisa, thank you. I knew I could count on you.”

With tears welling up in his eyes, my ex-husband seemed genuinely grateful. And the one who came to the coffee shop was Mr. Johnson, the lawyer from my company.

“John, over here.”

“Lisa, who’s this?”

“He’s an acquaintance. Seems he’s in a bit of a bind.”

“Is that so? Nice to meet you. The name’s Johnson.”

My ex-husband seemed somewhat perplexed by our overly familiar demeanor.

“You see, we’ve been dating for the past six months now. What was it you needed advice on?”

As I finish speaking, my ex-husband looked as if he was in a daze.

“No… well… I think that’ll be it for today.”

Suddenly snapping back to reality, my ex-husband hurriedly left the coffee shop.

A Fresh Start

In the end, he couldn’t afford to hire a lawyer and resigned himself to his fate. Rumor has it that his company has been abuzz with talk of his unfortunate situation. Left by his soon-to-be wife, ignored by his ex-wife.

It’s a small world. Who would have thought that one of his colleagues was at the same coffee shop, overhearing the entire conversation from start to finish? I heard through the grapevine that he’s frantically trying to find a new partner, terrified of facing old age alone.

“Who was that guy?”

When Mr. Johnson asked me about it later, I told him the whole story.

“I’m sorry for involving you in all this. The truth is…”

“I see you’ve had quite the ordeal, Lisa.”

The part about me dating Mr. Johnson was a complete lie. I had asked him to play along with the charade.

“Sorry for all the trouble.”

“No worries, Lisa. I’m glad I could be of help. By the way, do you have any plans after this?”

“Excuse me?”

“How about grabbing something to eat if you’d like?”

Caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events, I was a little flustered. A fresh start in my mid-40s? This isn’t such a bad beginning.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

I was certain a fun-filled future was awaiting me. I couldn’t shake off this feeling.