By the time I returned home, it was already late into the night.
The pale moonlight spilled into the living room, casting a cold, desolate glow over the space.
Exhausted, I dragged myself to the bedroom, only to be greeted by the sight of the colorful wedding decor on the walls.
How ironic, I thought to myself.
The festive ribbons on the bed hadn’t been cleared away, but I was too worn out to care. I lazily swept them off the bed and collapsed onto the soft mattress, feeling the weight of the day press down on me.
As I plugged my phone in to charge, a notification “coincidentally” caught my eye—a post from Susie McKinney on her social feed.
“Grateful for your presence, not a moment wasted” was the caption.
The attached photo showed Hank holding her in his arms, the two of them gazing into each other’s eyes, barely a centimeter apart, lips on the verge of meeting. Matching couple rings gleamed on their fingers.
If it were in the past, I would have stormed over and demanded an explanation from him.
But now? I just quietly turned off my phone, rolled over, and went to sleep.
The following days passed in silence. I didn’t receive a single message from Hank.
Instead, my feed was constantly flooded with Susie’s updates—photos of them kissing, shopping, laughing together, as if flaunting their happiness for the world to see.
I didn’t react, didn’t feel anger or sadness. Instead, I contacted a lawyer and began preparing for a divorce.
