Suddenly, I Had The Chance To Replace My Husband

Andrew parked his car and walked into the mansion with a weary expression on his face. And no wonder-after spending the morning busy with meetings, he'd spent the afternoon making passionate love to his girlfriend, and just as they'd finished, Lisa's arrival gave him yet another surprise.

Lisa, who arrived dressed in a way that stirred his desires, ultimately forced him to surrender to passion once more, and they made love in his room until nightfall.

Without a shred of guilt-and without even remembering what day it was or the tradition he shared with his wife every time this day came around-Andrew continued toward the master bedroom.

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As he opened the bedroom door, he was startled by the sight of Rachel sitting on the edge of the bed in her favorite nightgown, a glass of wine in her hand. She was casually sipping her wine, completely oblivious to Andrew's arrival.

"Honey," Andrew swallowed hard as he watched the sensual way Rachel sipped her wine.

That call made Rachel turn to him. "So you're here, then."

Andrew furrowed his brow in surprise when he noticed the cold tone in his wife's voice just now. It was unusual for Rachel to ignore him like this; normally, she would greet him enthusiastically and help him freshen up.

"Did I do something wrong?" Andrew asked as Rachel remained motionless where she was, showing no intention whatsoever of approaching him.

"Do you feel like you did something wrong?" Rachel fired the question back at him.

"No. I didn't do anything. I was busy working all day," Andrew retorted, prompting a cynical laugh from Rachel.

"Working? You call entertaining your two sluts 'working'? Amazing," Rachel said sarcastically.

"What do you mean?!" Andrew snapped, offended.

Rachel merely responded with a wry smile, then grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Instantly, footage of the lewd scene starring Andrew from earlier that afternoon at the office appeared on the screen.

"Aaa- What? How did you-?" Andrew, taken aback, couldn't finish his sentence.

"Oh, I just happened to catch those two immoral creatures this afternoon, so I figured I'd record it while I was at it. Pretty impressive, isn't it?" Rachel replied nonchalantly.

His wife then stood up, "Well, Mr. Murray. Do you remember the terms of our prenuptial agreement? If you cheat on me, I'll kick you out and you'll lose all your assets."

Andrew's eyes widened at that; he had just remembered the prenuptial agreement they'd both signed. It was Rachel who had asked for it at her father's suggestion, and Andrew-who at the time desperately needed Rachel's father's support to grow his company-had no choice but to agree to the terms of the prenup.

"You can't do that!" Andrew snapped.

"Why not? The evidence is clear," Rachel retorted coldly.

"Don't you care about Max? Do you want to separate a child from his father?!" Andrew tried to hide behind his son's name.

Rachel laughed loudly at that. "Now you're pretending to care about a son you've ignored ever since he was in my womb? You weren't even there when I risked my life giving birth to him, Andrew."

"Now I'm wondering where you were back then? No, more precisely, which slut were you with at the time? Lisa or this woman?" Rachel asked sharply.

Andrew gasped; he couldn't retort to Rachel's words because, in fact, while his wife was risking her life giving birth to their son, he had been busy making out with Lisa at a luxury hotel.

"So I was right, huh?" Rachel said again with a mocking smile; even without him answering, she already knew the answer.

"Ricardo!" Rachel shouted, calling her personal bodyguard.

"Yes, ma'am," Ricardo-who had been waiting outside the room at Rachel's request to be there when Andrew arrived-entered and approached her.

"Drag this bastard out!" Rachel ordered.

"What! No! You can't kick me out! This is my house, Rachel!" Andrew tried to struggle free from Ricardo's tight grip on his arm.

"Wrong! This mansion belongs to me. My father gave it to me as a gift, not to you!" Rachel snapped just as harshly.

"Get him out of here!" Rachel repeated her command, which Ricardo carried out immediately.

Andrew's screams and curses could still be heard clearly even after he had been forcibly dragged out of the mansion by Ricardo and several of his men.

Rachel, standing frozen in the room, finally let a single tear fall down her beautiful face. No matter how hard she tried to harden her heart, that heartache still crushed her.

She then grabbed her cell phone and called her family's lawyer. "Uncle Harry, I'm sorry to call so late at night."

"Ah, Rachel. It's okay. What brings you to call so late?" Harry asked.

"I want to file for divorce."

"Divorced?! What happened, Rachel?" Harry said in surprise, because as far as he knew, Rachel and Andrew's marriage had seemed harmonious and problem-free all this time.

"It's a long story, Uncle. Can I come visit you tomorrow? I'll bring all the evidence," Rachel asked.

"All right, I'll wait for you at my office tomorrow, Rachel," Harry replied.

"See you tomorrow, Uncle," Rachel said as she ended the call.