After My Surgeon Husband Chose His Mistress Over Me Chapter 6 – I sat across from Meredith Sloane, watching as she methodically reviewed the dossier I’d compiled. Her office exuded power floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Boston Harbor, walls adorned with her law degrees and press clippings about high-profile divorce cases she’d won. Cases like mine would soon be.
“This is… remarkably thorough, Ms. Parker,” she said, using my maiden name without prompting. I’d mentioned my preference only once during our initial phone call. It was one of the reasons I’d chosen her.
“I’ve had time to prepare,” I replied, my voice steadier than I’d expected. “Three years, to be exact.”
She nodded, fingers tracing over the photos of Chris and Jamie entering the hotel, the bank statements showing suspicious withdrawals, the screenshots of text messages Olivia had provided.
“The infidelity is clear cut,” Meredith said, closing the folder. “Combined with the financial documentation and witness statements, we have an extremely strong case.” She leaned forward, her gaze direct.
“But I need to ask are you absolutely certain you want to proceed? Once I file these papers, there’s no turning back.”
I thought of the countless nights I’d spent alone while Chris was “at the hospital.” The way he’d dismissed my concerns as paranoia. The humiliation of standing abandoned at galas while he rushed to Jamie’s side.
“I’ve already passed the point of no return,” I said.
“The papers are just a formality.”
Meredith smiled the sharp, satisfied smile of a predator who recognized a kindred spirit.
“Then let’s make sure Christopher Montgomery regrets the day he ever underestimated you.”
The penthouse felt cavernous as I moved through it one last time. I’d already transferred my personal belongings to my parents’ guest house the clothes that were truly mine, jewelry from my family, books and art I’d collected before the marriage. All that remained were the hollow trappings of Mrs. Christopher Montgomery.
In our bedroom his bedroom now I opened the walk in closet and ran my fingers over the designer dresses he’d selected for me to wear to hospital functions. Each one chosen to complement him, to ensure I looked appropriate on his arm without outshining him. I left them all hanging perfectly aligned.
On his nightstand sat the anniversary gift I’d wrapped so carefully months ago the one I’d brought to the restaurant where I’d waited alone. I picked it up, weighing it in my hand. Inside was a first edition copy of the medical text that had inspired him to become a surgeon. I’d spent months tracking it down.
I placed it back untouched. Let him wonder what might have been.
In the bathroom, I collected my toiletries, leaving behind the expensive perfume he’d given me last Christmas a scent he’d chosen because it reminded him of his mother. The thought made me shudder now.
Finally, I moved to the kitchen and opened the safe hidden behind the spice rack the one Chris thought I didn’t know about.
Inside were cash, some documents, and a small velvet box containing his grandmother’s emerald ring. The ring he’d promised to Jamie, according to the text messages I’d seen.
I took nothing, simply closed it and returned the oregano jar to its place.
On the immaculate bed, I carefully centered Jamie’s Burberry scarf the same one I’d found draped over our couch months ago.
Beside it, I placed the divorce papers Meredith had prepared, my signature already in place.
As I closed the penthouse door behind me, I felt lighter than I had in years. The weight of pretending, of enduring, of silently accepting it all fell away with each step toward the elevator.
Marcus was waiting in the lobby, as promised.
“It’s done,” I told him, sliding into the passenger seat of his Mercedes.
“The bank transfers completed an hour ago,” he confirmed, pulling away from the curb.
“Your parents are expecting us.”
I nodded, watching the penthouse building recede in the side mirror.
“He’ll be furious.”
“Let him be,” Marcus said simply.
“It’s about time Christopher Montgomery faced consequences.”
My phone began to ring Chris’s face lighting up the screen. I silenced it and turned the device off completely.
The first chapter of my life as Evelyn Parker just Parker had begun.
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