Bye, Husband. Hello, Freedom!

“Attorney, I want to divorce my husband Denver… and erase my existence from their lives entirely.”

“Alicia, are you certain about this? I advise you both to think carefully—especially considering you’re the rightful heir to the Montero Group.”

But I had already thought it through. I’ve been Denver’s wife for years. I endured the silence, the betrayals, the way he looked at her—Patricia. The woman who grew up in my place, raised as the daughter that was meant to be me after a nurse’s mistake switched our identities at birth.

A month ago, we got into an accident. Patricia got hurt. I lost our baby.

And instead of holding me, Denver blamed me. Then, I overheard him.

“I’m thinking of spiking her drink at the next gala. Set the scene. Let her wake up next to another guy. That way, everyone will think she cheated. I’ll file for divorce, and everyone—including her family—will side with me. I walk away clean… and I’ll finally be with Patricia.”

That was the moment I truly woke up. No more pretending. No more hoping he’d love me back.

“I’ve made up my mind,” I told the lawyer, steady and certain. “And he won’t object.”

Because I knew—deep down, Denver never loved me.

Days later, I carefully wrapped the divorce papers and slipped my wedding ring into the envelope.

I was finally free.