11/24/2024
The fifth anniversary of my marriage turned into a nightmare. I cooked a delicious dinner, waiting for my husband David to come home from work. But when he arrived, he just looked at me askew and said, "What the hell are you even wearing? You look fat in this!"
Then he added, pulling an envelope from his pocket, "I have something for you."
Overjoyed, I took the envelope, expecting to see tickets to Paris. My husband knew how much I wanted to go there. I opened the envelope and almost fell off my feet—it said "DIVORCE."
"Tell me it's a joke..." I said through tears.
He replied, "I don't have the time to joke around with you. Because...I hate you."
"Why?" I barely got it out of me.
"Why?" David scowled. "Just look at yourself in the mirror...you will know why."
"Besides, someone is waiting for me in the car," he continued, his eyes glinting with a strange spark of joy.
"Jessica!" David continued. "My secretary, remember? Always fit, polished, and sexy!"
"You were... cheating on me?" I stammered. "With your secretary, Jessica?"
"Bingo! Two tickets, one for me, one for the future I deserve." He grabbed his suitcase and swung the door open.
He didn't know then that in a few months, he would be begging me to take him back. 😳👇