He Picked His First. I Dated His Worst

Sophia had the perfect marriage — until she didn‘t. On her fifth anniversary, she receives a text from an unknown number: “Been back six months. All I had to do was crook my finger.” Attached is a photo of her husband Ethan with his first love Ivy. Sophia doesn’t cry. She doesn‘t beg. She pulls out the divorce agreement Ethan signed on their wedding day — “If I ever cheat, you can sign it anytime.” She signs it. Then she calls her assistant: “Book me a one-way ticket to Zurich. And throw Ethan and Ivy a wedding in seven days.”