All Chapters of Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I love my job. I realise that every few people get to actually say that and mean it, but I do. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as doing something you love for a living, and knowing that you’re actually good at it. Social media was never my thing, and I hated the idea of people being influencers, when the only ‘product’ they’re marketing is themselves. But when there’s an actual product to sell, I’m your girl. Right from high school, I always knew that I wanted to work in marketing. So everything I ever did was to try and become somebody in that field. My marriage to Marcus had put a stop to my career for a while, but now I was back and ready to make a name for myself.Rachel’s friend was the one who introduced me to my boss, Joanna. The company was called Fluxx Marketing, and we mostly dealt with luxury brands by running ad campaigns for them, hosting events and marketing their products to a wider audience. It was the perfect job for me, and I could do it with the full knowledge

“So, how long are we going to be in Paris for?” Rachel asked, practically bouncing in her seat.“A week at most,” I replied. “Anything more than that, and I’ll be paying out of my pocket.”We were sitting in a secluded booth at an Italian restaurant, having the most amazing pasta I’d tasted in years. The bottle of champagne we’d opened to celebrate my promotion was almost entirely empty now, and I was already thinking about ordering another one. Joanna wasn’t coming to the office tomorrow, so I also wasn’t obligated to come in. I could just kick up my feet on the couch and watch reruns of The Office all day long. “Well, I don’t know about you,” Rachel said, “but I plan on staying an extra week. There’s no way I’m going to Paris and leaving in just one week. It’s not enough.”“I’m definitely not going to wait for you,” I said. “Unlike you, I don’t have flexible working hours.”“You know you could afford to retire early, right?” she said, twirling her pasta around her fork. “I mean I’v

MARCUSIt was the waiting that killed me. Just sitting there and not knowing what was going on, while my demons ran freely in my head and made me question every decision I’d ever made, that was the brutal part. My hands were covered in blood, and even my shirt was stained with Emily’s blood from when I carried her straight to the hospital. I didn’t even want to look at that, because the guilt was eating up at me from the inside. I was sitting outside the OR, unable to look at anyone who walked past me. The only time I would look up was when the doors to the theatre swung open, and my heart would skip a beat as I braced myself for the inevitable. But then a nurse would come scurrying past with a worried expression on her face, and I would sink into depression once again. It was all my fault. Why couldn’t I just learn to control my anger? Why did I have to let the darkness take over? I knew it was wrong even in the moment, but I just couldn’t stop myself. No matter how badly I scream

Sometimes, you don’t realise how little decisions can change your entire life. Looking back now, I sometimes wonder how an insignificant decision could suddenly set your life down an entirely different path. It started from the moment Rachel and I arrived at the airport. As soon as we walked into the lounge, we noticed a French couple arguing. Rachel immediately turned to face me, and we rolled our eyes. We sat as far away from them as possible, because we did not need to be a part of this drama. From what I could loosely tell from my abysmal French, the man had cheated on her with her friend, and she was breaking up with him after finding out just now. The boyfriend meanwhile was trying to plead with her and beg for her forgiveness, but she just wasn’t buying it.“I’d hate to be them right now,” Rachel said, glancing sideways at the couple. “Imagine having to fly with a partner who you just figured out is cheating on you.”“He seems like an asshole,” I said. “I despise men who cheat

Paris was amazing. Something about the city just felt so...alive. You could feel it in the air, hear it in the music from street performers who set up shop along all the tourist attractions. You could smell it in the bakeries, with freshly baked bread every morning that made my mouth water. Waking up every morning and heading to the hotel where the event was holding always felt so soothing as I wished I could just sit there and have a nice cup of coffee with some fresh bread, some cheese, and the perfect music playing in the background. Rachel and I still hadn't gotten an opportunity to do all the things we planned on doing. I was always busy, working from early in the morning until late at night. Thankfully she'd met a French guy on her very first day at a restaurant, and he was keeping her busy. I, on the other hand, was a different kind of busy. I usually worked well with event planners and party managers, but something about the French crew was just so infuriating. They outrigh