With the photographic evidence clenched in his hand like a weapon, he marched into the lawyer's office that very same day, initiating the legal battle to divorce me.
"Nicole Blake! You've deceived me, and for that, you shall be cast from this house!"
True to his venomous promise, he cast me out into the world without a penny to my name. But his retribution did not end there; with a heart as cold as winter, he also stripped me of my daughter, leaving me bereft of both home and heart.
Stripped of everything, I was engulfed by an ocean of tears. Yet, the thought of leaving my daughter was a pain too great to bear.
My only solace was to linger like a shadow at the kindergarten gate, where I could steal fleeting glimpses of her.
I witnessed the woman, Selena George, who was mistreating my daughter.
Selena George was the one whom Henry held close in his arms.
On the very day our divorce was sealed, I witnessed that Henry sold the home where we once whispered promises and pocketed every cent, only to vanish into the luxury of a private villa.
That opulent villa, it turned out, was none other than Selena's domain.