“I forgive you. Now I can sue you for divorce
with a clear conscience. See you in court.”
I walked out, leaving him pale and slumped on
the floor.
He flew back that night. A few days later, I
got a message from Chloe. Pictures of her
and Ethan, a stark contrast to her earlier
hysteria. “See? He just needed some time to
realize I’m the best. I’m the one he really loves.” “Look at this ring! Isn’t it gorgeous?” “We’re going to Edinburgh in November! I’ll
send you pictures, Olivia!”
I replied, “Please tell him to hurry up and
Can
divorce me so you finally be the queen.
Before someone else takes your place.”
My message seemed to hit a nerve. She
unleashed another tirade. “You’re just jealous! You were born to be cheated on! It’s
your fault! I’m not like you. I have a good life!”
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I calmly muted her messages. I hadn’t deleted
her because I was making a bet. I bet Chloe
would end up worse off than me.
