In the days that followed, Michael really did cut off all contact with Susie.Right in front of me, he deleted and blocked all of her contact information. He started acting overly attentive, checking on me constantly as if afraid I'd slip away. When I was finally discharged from the hospital, I followed Michael back to our home.During this time, Susie had tried to reach him multiple times, but he rejected her every time.Still, I knew it wouldn’t last. He wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.My follow-up appointment was coming up soon. The day before, I looked at Michael, who seemed a little guilty, and acted as if I didn’t notice anything."Michael, my check-up is tomorrow. You’ll come with me, right?"Michael quickly reassured me, making promises without hesitation. "Diana, of course. Don’t worry, I’ll be there."I nodded, satisfied. Then, while Michael was running errands, I sent a message to Susie.[Looks like you’re not as important to Michael as you thought.[He pro
“That’s impossible, Michael. You already signed the divorce agreement. It clearly states that you leave with nothing. But if you show up on time tomorrow to finalize the divorce, we can discuss dividing assets. You can keep the company.”“If you refuse, I’ll take this agreement to court. And trust me, you won’t get a single cent.”Michael stared at me in disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.“Diana, are you really going to do this?”I glanced at the empty bottles on the table, my expression devoid of warmth.“When have I ever backed out on a decision?”Michael let out a bitter laugh, leaning back until he was sprawled out on the floor.“You don’t understand, Diana. I had a strict childhood. My parents never let me have friends. Susie was the only one who ever cared about me.”Tears of regret streamed down his face as he rambled about why he had always put Susie first. However, I wasn’t interested in listening.Without a word, I turned and went
In order to restore my company’s reputation, I had no choice but to release the provocative videos Susie once sent me.Almost immediately after I posted them, Susie was bombarded with hate comments. Many flooded her old romantic posts, calling her a shameless home-wrecker.As for Michael, the internet didn’t spare him either. His phone number was leaked, and his private information was exposed. The relentless harassment forced him to shut off his phone and withdraw entirely from the online world.Over time, his mental state deteriorated. First, he became afraid to leave the house. Then, he couldn’t even bear to see people at all.David and Kristen worked fast to suppress the news, but internet sleuths quickly dug up their past. It revealed their involvement in bribery and corruption, and soon enough, the government agency they worked at took action. Instead of enjoying retirement, both were stripped of their positions and disgraced.Meanwhile, my company flourished. Sales sk
By the time I got home, it was already late.Silver moonlight spilled into the living room, casting an eerie loneliness over the space.Dragging my exhausted body to the bedroom, my gaze landed on the wedding decoration plastered on the wall. It was a bitter joke at this point.The rose petals scattered across the bed from the wedding night were still there, untouched. However, I was too tired to care. With a weary sigh, I swept them onto the floor and collapsed onto the soft mattress.As I plugged in my phone, a notification popped up. Michael Meyer had just posted on Instagram: [Grateful to have met you. Cherishing every moment.]The picture showed him holding Susie Wright close, their eyes locked in an intimate gaze and lips almost touching. Matching couple bracelets gleamed on their wrists.In the past, seeing something like this would have sent me rushing over to demand an explanation from Michael.Now, though? I simply turned off my phone, rolled over, and went to slee
When Michael saw me, a flicker of unease crossed his face, but he quickly masked it with forced composure. “Want to head in together?” he asked. I didn’t refuse. I simply nodded and walked inside. Dinner was painfully awkward. My parents still hadn’t let go of what happened at the wedding, so they weren’t exactly warm toward Michael. If this had been before, I might’ve stepped in to smooth things over. Instead, I let him sit there, alone in his discomfort. Once dinner was over, I was about to call a ride home when Michael pulled up in front of me. I didn’t hesitate. I opened the car door and got in, only to see a sticker on the passenger seat that read: “Susie’s Seat.”Michael cleared his throat, looking a little awkward as he explained, “Susie insisted on putting it there. Besides, you usually drive yourself anyway.” I nodded, my tone indifferent. “Yeah. That’s how it always starts.” Michael frowned, as if wanting to say something else, but before he could,
Michael’s expression darkened as he glanced at the divorce papers on the table. His entire demeanor shifted, looking somberly at me. “Diana, I know you’re emotional right now. But we just got married. You’re acting on impulse. I can forgive that.” I stared coldly at him, silent for a while, before finally speaking. “Michael, if anyone knows whether this is impulsive, it should be you.” His face stiffened, and he interrupted Susie before she could chime in, “Susie, Diana and I have things to discuss. Could you head back first?”Though Susie still wanted to speak up, her eyes widened in shock when her gaze fell on the details of the divorce settlement. She opened her mouth to curse me, but before she could get a single word out, Michael pushed her out of the room and shut the door. The moment the door clicked shut, his voice softened. “Diana, I know you’re upset about how close Susie and I are.“But you don’t have to be. She’s just a sister to me. You are my wife
In order to restore my company’s reputation, I had no choice but to release the provocative videos Susie once sent me.Almost immediately after I posted them, Susie was bombarded with hate comments. Many flooded her old romantic posts, calling her a shameless home-wrecker.As for Michael, the internet didn’t spare him either. His phone number was leaked, and his private information was exposed. The relentless harassment forced him to shut off his phone and withdraw entirely from the online world.Over time, his mental state deteriorated. First, he became afraid to leave the house. Then, he couldn’t even bear to see people at all.David and Kristen worked fast to suppress the news, but internet sleuths quickly dug up their past. It revealed their involvement in bribery and corruption, and soon enough, the government agency they worked at took action. Instead of enjoying retirement, both were stripped of their positions and disgraced.Meanwhile, my company flourished. Sales sk
“That’s impossible, Michael. You already signed the divorce agreement. It clearly states that you leave with nothing. But if you show up on time tomorrow to finalize the divorce, we can discuss dividing assets. You can keep the company.”“If you refuse, I’ll take this agreement to court. And trust me, you won’t get a single cent.”Michael stared at me in disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.“Diana, are you really going to do this?”I glanced at the empty bottles on the table, my expression devoid of warmth.“When have I ever backed out on a decision?”Michael let out a bitter laugh, leaning back until he was sprawled out on the floor.“You don’t understand, Diana. I had a strict childhood. My parents never let me have friends. Susie was the only one who ever cared about me.”Tears of regret streamed down his face as he rambled about why he had always put Susie first. However, I wasn’t interested in listening.Without a word, I turned and went
In the days that followed, Michael really did cut off all contact with Susie.Right in front of me, he deleted and blocked all of her contact information. He started acting overly attentive, checking on me constantly as if afraid I'd slip away. When I was finally discharged from the hospital, I followed Michael back to our home.During this time, Susie had tried to reach him multiple times, but he rejected her every time.Still, I knew it wouldn’t last. He wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.My follow-up appointment was coming up soon. The day before, I looked at Michael, who seemed a little guilty, and acted as if I didn’t notice anything."Michael, my check-up is tomorrow. You’ll come with me, right?"Michael quickly reassured me, making promises without hesitation. "Diana, of course. Don’t worry, I’ll be there."I nodded, satisfied. Then, while Michael was running errands, I sent a message to Susie.[Looks like you’re not as important to Michael as you thought.[He pro
Before Michael could finish speaking, my dad returned with a bottle of water. The moment he saw what was happening, his face darkened. He strode forward and yanked me out of Michael’s grasp, his voice laced with fury. “Hey! Get lost! We don’t need you in our family!” Michael’s face twisted in disbelief. His fingers trembled slightly as he pointed at me, still searching for words to argue. Before he could say anything, Susie suddenly collapsed to the floor behind him, her voice weak and pitiful. “Michael… I feel sick…” This time, he didn’t turn to her. His bloodshot eyes remained locked on me. Dad didn’t waste another second arguing with him. Afraid the stress would take a toll on my recovery, he supported me as we walked back to my hospital room. That evening, just as my mom finished setting up the homemade food she had brought, a knock sounded at the door. The next second, Michael stepped inside. “Patrick, Mandy, I came to see Diana.” …Dad’s face imm
Michael’s expression darkened as he glanced at the divorce papers on the table. His entire demeanor shifted, looking somberly at me. “Diana, I know you’re emotional right now. But we just got married. You’re acting on impulse. I can forgive that.” I stared coldly at him, silent for a while, before finally speaking. “Michael, if anyone knows whether this is impulsive, it should be you.” His face stiffened, and he interrupted Susie before she could chime in, “Susie, Diana and I have things to discuss. Could you head back first?”Though Susie still wanted to speak up, her eyes widened in shock when her gaze fell on the details of the divorce settlement. She opened her mouth to curse me, but before she could get a single word out, Michael pushed her out of the room and shut the door. The moment the door clicked shut, his voice softened. “Diana, I know you’re upset about how close Susie and I are.“But you don’t have to be. She’s just a sister to me. You are my wife
When Michael saw me, a flicker of unease crossed his face, but he quickly masked it with forced composure. “Want to head in together?” he asked. I didn’t refuse. I simply nodded and walked inside. Dinner was painfully awkward. My parents still hadn’t let go of what happened at the wedding, so they weren’t exactly warm toward Michael. If this had been before, I might’ve stepped in to smooth things over. Instead, I let him sit there, alone in his discomfort. Once dinner was over, I was about to call a ride home when Michael pulled up in front of me. I didn’t hesitate. I opened the car door and got in, only to see a sticker on the passenger seat that read: “Susie’s Seat.”Michael cleared his throat, looking a little awkward as he explained, “Susie insisted on putting it there. Besides, you usually drive yourself anyway.” I nodded, my tone indifferent. “Yeah. That’s how it always starts.” Michael frowned, as if wanting to say something else, but before he could,
By the time I got home, it was already late.Silver moonlight spilled into the living room, casting an eerie loneliness over the space.Dragging my exhausted body to the bedroom, my gaze landed on the wedding decoration plastered on the wall. It was a bitter joke at this point.The rose petals scattered across the bed from the wedding night were still there, untouched. However, I was too tired to care. With a weary sigh, I swept them onto the floor and collapsed onto the soft mattress.As I plugged in my phone, a notification popped up. Michael Meyer had just posted on Instagram: [Grateful to have met you. Cherishing every moment.]The picture showed him holding Susie Wright close, their eyes locked in an intimate gaze and lips almost touching. Matching couple bracelets gleamed on their wrists.In the past, seeing something like this would have sent me rushing over to demand an explanation from Michael.Now, though? I simply turned off my phone, rolled over, and went to slee