I Divorced My Husband, a Hotel Bed Tester, After He Failed to Report His Schedule for the 99th Time

My husband, a hotel reviewer, sent intimate videos to female clients during work.

"Babe, which hotel tonight?"

"Your place, handsome~"

Staring at their chat history, I picked up the lace lingerie that didn't belong to me and confronted him.

With his neck covered in hickeys, he scoffed, "After ten years of marriage, you suspect me of cheating?"

"It's just a tactic to entertain clients," he said dismissively.

I listened to his explanation quietly, without comment.

Later, I ran into him at a hotel, my belly swollen with pregnancy.