At the airport, my husband burned my passport on our honeymoon, and said, “This trip is just for us”
Justice, Divorce, and a Fresh Start
A week later, my husband and his mother returned from the trip meant to be our honeymoon. My husband furiously called me for not picking them up.
He also ranted because the house was not cleaned as he had demanded. He shouted about my unexplained absence.
By this point, I had already secured a top-notch divorce lawyer recommended by my uncle and parents. The legal process was underway.
Without letting my husband finish, I retorted sharply.
“You two sure are loud and annoying.”
“I don’t want to hear your voice anymore.”
“Why would I pick up someone I’m divorcing and why would I follow your silly orders?”
His response was filled with disbelief and continued arrogance.
“Do you think it’s okay for you to say such things?”
“I did you a favor by marrying you.”
“If I divorce you, you’ll never get remarried.”
“My mom’s furious too.”
“If you come back now and prepare our meals, I might forgive you.”
“We’re tired of foreign food.”
His words were harsher than any before, but they only reaffirmed my decision. I saw him for who he truly was.
As he continued his rant, I cut him off.
“I’ve consulted a lawyer about our divorce, please discuss any further matters with them.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m not getting a divorce,” he blustered, clearly unprepared.
I could hear his mother in the background shouting to take the phone and hurling insults. Calmly, I added more information.
“By the way, I’ve informed the company about your embezzlement.”
“They’ll be calling you in soon.”
“Maybe you should get a lawyer too.”
Hanging up, I could almost feel his panic through the phone line. This painful chapter was closing.
Despite everything, I was ready to move on and heal, supported by those who truly cared. It wasn’t my problem anymore.
My husband kept calling me, but I chose to block his number to avoid further stress. My uncle was already informed about our supposed honeymoon dates.
Right after I had spoken to him, he moved quickly using the evidence I provided. The company promptly summoned my husband.
They began verifying the financial discrepancies I had reported. It turned out the amount he embezzled was substantial.
During a meeting with executives, my husband desperately tried to shift the blame onto me. He fabricated a story that I was the real embezzler.
My uncle, unable to restrain himself, vehemently defended me.
“My niece would never do such a thing.”
“We’ve confirmed that you and your mother are the culprits of the embezzlement.”
“You’re lucky we haven’t called the police yet.”
Caught red-handed, my husband seemed utterly defeated. He was now aware that I was connected to Senior Management.
Later that day, I returned to the company to return the wedding gifts. This was because our marriage had dissolved so quickly.
However, everyone refused to take them back, insisting they were given as blessings. While I was enveloped by this support, my soon-to-be ex-husband approached.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were related to the top brass?”
“I’m sorry, can we start over?”
“Can you ask your uncle to let me keep my job and make this embezzlement issue disappear?”
I was appalled by his audacity.
“Do you even hear what you’re saying?”
“Reflect on your actions and face the consequences.”
“Divorce is the only option now,” I said, pushing him away.
With nowhere else to turn, he clung on desperately. My colleagues called security who promptly escorted him out.
He was terminated from his position immediately. The company began seeking damages for the embezzlement.
During this tumultuous time, my mother-in-law tried to contact my family repeatedly. However, once she spoke with my level-headed father-in-law, the calls ceased.
I had always wondered why my sensible father-in-law had permitted our honeymoon arrangement. He later came to me to apologize, admitting his mistake.
He had been misled into believing my mother-in-law was going on a domestic trip with friends. He had been looking forward to a peaceful week.
Returning home after the ordeal, my father-in-law supported my decision to move back to my parents’ house. He even helped me pack.
Knowing his kind, rational nature reassured me that he would have intervened had he known the truth. He was the only person there I could trust.
Although I was the victim, the humiliation was overwhelming. I contemplated resigning from my job, but my parents suggested taking some time off.
However, my uncle discussed my situation with the CEO. They arranged for me to be transferred to a branch office for a fresh start.
The divorce process proceeded smoothly thanks to an excellent lawyer and clear evidence. It became apparent that my husband had almost no savings.
Similarly, my in-laws had little to spare due to my mother-in-law’s spending habits. My father-in-law ruefully noted the substantial alimony.
Surprisingly, he even sold the family home to cover it. Their house was part of a close-knit community where rumors spread quickly and were exaggerated.
Initially, my mother-in-law had approved of our marriage as a status symbol. However, as rumors and the scandal circulated, she likely found it unbearable to stay.
Moreover, my father-in-law felt a sense of responsibility to manage the financial fallout. I couldn’t help but feel genuinely sorry for him.
After my husband was fired and required to pay damages, he apparently suffered a mental breakdown. He became unable to work and stayed moping in a small apartment.
Seeing her son in such a state, my mother-in-law became reclusive. My father-in-law expressed his exhaustion with her antics and was contemplating divorce.
He inquired if I could connect him with the lawyer who handled my divorce. I promptly contacted my uncle, who reached out on his behalf.
While it might take time, I am hopeful that my father-in-law can eventually lead the life he desires. I was transferred to a branch office with supportive colleagues.
I am eternally grateful for my uncle’s unwavering support throughout this ordeal. My only regret has been missing out on the country we had planned to visit.
Once things settle down, I hope to take that trip abroad. It will be a journey meant for healing and reflection after a tumultuous chapter.
