That Day I Divorced An Older Man

Just as I got home with my pregnancy test results, I noticed Theron’s suitcase by the door.

Our housekeeper Betty greeted me and said, "Miss Aurora, Mr. Theronis back, he's in the upstairs study. He brought you a gift too. You should go up!"

I was overjoyed; my steps were light and quick.

This pregnancy was unexpected. I'm twenty, still in university, and my husband is a whole decade older than me.

I first took the results to our bedroom, quietly tucking it away in the closet. Then I changed into one of Theron's white dress shirts. I knew he'd love it.

He'd been away on business for so long that I'd missed him terribly and couldn't wait to hold him in my arms.

Opening the study door, I saw my handsome husband sitting at his computer.

"Theron, you are back," I called softly, "I heard you brought me a gift."

This is the man I married at just twenty. Theron Wilson, now thirty years old, is the CEO of the Aura Corporation, and a billionaire! He's also a visiting professor at my university.

Theron looked at me with a loving smile. For the six months we'd been married, he'd always doted on me.

But out of the blue, a beautiful woman came from the inner room.

My smile vanished instantly; it was replaced by a surge of unease, leaving my legs frozen in place.

My husband had brought another woman home, and she'd come from the inner room. ’What had they been doing?' I was shocked and confused.

I watched as she placed her hands on Theron's shoulders, leaning forward suggestively, almost pressing against his arm.

She was about to speak when, following Theron's gaze, she noticed me.

"Theo, is this your wife?" she asked, surprised.

I stared at her intently. She called him "Theo," a nickname I'd never heard any woman used, not even myself. Their proximity seemed far too familiar.

The woman surveyed me with curiosity, approaching me with a smile. "Hello, I'm Vanessa Sinclair, I'm Theo's..." She reached out trying to touch me.

I slapped her hand away, "I don't know you. Don't touch me!"

I've always disliked strangers touching me, especially if it’s a woman my husband had brought home.

"Aura! What are you doing" Theron's sharp rebuke startled me.

He'd always been gentle, but now he was yelling at me over another woman.

Vanessa's eyes immediately welled up. Rubbing her hand, she moved closer to Theron. "Theo, is she really your wife? Why is she so rude?"

"I apologize," Theron explained apologetically, "Aurora's young and lacks social grace. Please don't take it personally." Then he looked at me, displeased. "Go back to our room. I'm talking to Vanessa."

"Who is she?"

His tone grew harsher, "I said go to our room."

I glared at him before turning quickly and slamming the door. In all the years I'd known Theron, I had never heard about that woman.

I couldn’t help but wonder, ”Who was she? If it was just business, why bring her home? Why couldn't I listen in? Were they discussing something inappropriate? Their intimacy, and him scolding me because of her...”

Angry, I returned to our bedroom and sat on the bed, staring at his shirt I'd specially put on, which now that other woman had seen. I felt utterly humiliated and went to take a shower after grabbing my robe.

When I came out of the bathroom, Theron still hadn't returned. I took out the pregnancy test results from the closet, hesitating whether to tell him about my pregnancy.

After all, I was still in school. Would he be upset if he found out I was pregnant?

When I heard someone coming, I quickly hid the results.

Theron strode into the room. He was tall and well-built, and always carried an air of aristocratic superiority.

He approached with a gift and kissed my cheek, "This is for you."

He has always brought me gifts from business trips, saying that he loved to spoil me.

But I'm an adult now, there is no need to spoil me.

I looked up with an angry face and didn’t accept the gift. "Who was that woman?" I asked firmly. "Why did you bring her to our home?"

Though I had my suspicions, I didn't want to believe Theron, an accomplished and respected businessman, would be unfaithful.

We didn’t get married for love, but in these six months together, we'd grown closer, making love frequently, just like any normal newlyweds.

This was our marital home. How could he bring a strange woman here? Did he even consider my feelings?

He tossed aside the gift and suddenly lifted me up. I gasped and instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.

Instead of answering my question, he asked, "Did you miss me?" His voice was husky and his lips tried to brush against mine.

Still angry, I frowned and dodged his kiss, "Why won't you answer my question?"

"She's not important, sweetheart. Let me kiss you," he whispered, burying his face in my neck and breathing heavily. "You look amazing!"

As he kissed me, he opened my robe, and his fingers started sliding between my legs, making me moan involuntarily.

His long fingers began touching me there. His voice turned seductive, "Your body wants this, doesn't it?"