The Other Woman

VIVIENNE

Zeke had disappeared after that day, and I chose not to contact him immediately, needing some time to calm down and think things through. Now, I was finally ready to talk to him calmly about the divorce.

Just when I was about to call him, I found pictures of Zeke and a woman all over social media. The woman’s face was hidden, only her back visible. My heart pounded as I stared at the images, recognizing the familiarity in their closeness. It was clear that that woman was important to him, and the sight made my stomach churn.

There they were, smiling and surrounded by friends who teased them mercilessly.

“Get back together already!” one comment read.

“You two are perfect for each other,” another one commented.

Then, I saw the comment from Andrew, one of Zeke’s friends: “You’re always better with her, bro.”

“Oh God.” I gritted my teeth as my heart broke.

In every photo, I could see the love in Zeke’s eyes as he looked at the woman. It was a look he had never given me, not once. The realization was like a knife to my heart, twisting deeper with every picture I scrolled through.

I was sure my husband had another woman, and that was probably the reason he wanted a divorce. The pictures of him with that mysterious woman, her back turned to the camera, only fueled my suspicions. The weight of it all was too much. I closed my laptop, the images of Zeke burned into my mind, and I collapsed onto the bed, my body shaking with sobs. The reality of my failed marriage and Zeke’s cold dismissal hit me harder than ever.

I had always known, deep down, that Zeke’s heart had never fully been mine. Now, seeing him together with someone else, seeing the way he looked at her with such love and adoration, confirmed my worst fears. I had tried so hard to make our marriage work, to be everything he needed, but it was never enough.

I was haunted by the images of them together. Zeke, on the other hand, seemed to be having a great time with another woman, completely indifferent to my pain. Despite my heartbreak, a tiny sliver of hope lingered within me. Maybe, they were just friends. Maybe, I was overreacting. But deep down, I knew I was only lying to myself.

Determined to understand the full extent of what had happened, I called Zeke several times as I left the mansion to go to his company. Just when I thought he wouldn’t pick up, the phone was answered.

"Zeke, where are you? When are you coming home?" I tried to keep my voice steady, but the desperation was clear.

There was a pause, then I heard it—a soft gasp followed by a muffled giggle.

“Kiel, your phone is ringing again.”

My heart dropped as I was sure I heard a woman’s voice in the background. He didn't respond immediately, but I could faintly hear him say, “Alex, it’s nothing important. Hang up is fine.”

The line went dead, leaving me staring at the phone in disbelief.

The realization hit me hard—Alex was a woman, and she was the one with him all these days. The gasps, the whispers, the cruel finality in his voice—all of it confirmed my worst fears. Zeke wasn't coming back, and he wasn't going to change his mind. He was with someone, and there was nothing I could do to change that. Images of them together, the way he spoke to her, and the way he dismissed me with such finality—all of it pointed to one undeniable truth. They were together, and he had chosen her over me.

I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Damn! I deserved more than this. I had the right to know the truth, to confront Zeke and demand answers. How could he end our marriage without a word, without giving me a chance to understand? I wasn’t just some stranger to be dismissed. I was his wife.

Driving to his company, my heart pounded. The closer I got, the more nervous I felt. I entered the building and stepped into the elevator. The ride-up felt like forever, and my hands were shaking. The elevator doors finally opened, and there they were—Zeke and the woman from the pictures. She was holding onto his arm, leaning close to him.

"Zeke," I called out, my voice shaking. He looked at me surprisingly and the woman also looked up at me with her meaningful eye that we finally faced each other.

What the...

My breath caught in my throat.

The shock hit me so hard that I couldn't speak at all.

There was a hollow ringing sound in my ears and all I could do was stare at the woman’s face.

It couldn't be true.