“This marriage is over…even if you sculpted yourself into an hourglass, I won’t lay a fingernail on you!” David fat-shames his wife, Megan, and dumps her for his secretary. But soon, fate turns things around and David reaps the consequences of his actions.
The aroma of sizzling spices hung in the air as Megan set the table with a cocktail, chicken roast, and every delicacy David loved. “Perfect!” she sighed with a smile.
“David, you’re back!” Megan exclaimed.
“What the hell are you even wearing? You look fat in this!” David mocked.
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“Oh, why? Don’t you like this dress, honey? It’s our fifth anniversary today,” Megan whispered, her voice barely audible like a plea lost in the wind. “Did you forget?”
“Of course not,” he clenched his jaws.
A flicker of hope sparkled in Megan’s eyes. She thought those were tickets to Paris. She’d told David she wanted to holiday in Paris during Christmas.
“I have something for you,” he said. He pulled out an envelope from his pocket.
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Blinded by tears, she stumbled forward. “I thought these were the tickets to Paris…what is this?”
The unforgiving and cruel word—DIVORCE—stabbed her eyes. “Tell me it’s a joke…” Megan whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
David’s laugh echoed in the room like a monstrous bark. “I don’t have the time to joke around with you. Because…I hate you.”
“Why?” Megan forced a whisper out of her mouth.
“Why?” David scowled. “Just look at yourself in the mirror…you will know why.”
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“We can fix this,” she pleaded, her voice cracking.
“Just packing and leaving today. I’m done with you,” he frowned.
“David, please…we can visit a therapist together. Maybe sort things out. I love you…” Megan ran after David, trying to stop him from loading his clothes and essentials into his bag.
“Therapist?” he jeered. “Let me remind you—you’re the one who’s sick, not me!”
David turned his back and stormed across the hallway with his bag. “I don’t owe you explanations. This marriage is over. And I’m finally free,” he said, reaching for the door.
