Just Foodie Buddies? Yeah, Right.
I confirmed Vincent Lowe was cheating on me on the day of our third wedding anniversary.
The dining table was filled with dishes, yet he barely touched his fork before heading out the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
His answer was unnervingly straightforward. "A friend's treating me to dinner. Cassidy Mason—you know her, right? It's a free meal. It'd be a waste not to accept."
An hour later, however, I received a voice message from Cassidy.
In the message, Vincent's voice was lighter and livelier—so different from how he ever sounded with me.
"They say you should marry someone you can truly enjoy a meal with. I really regret meeting you so late. If only I had known you earlier, I would've married you instead."
I listened in silence. Then, alone at the table, I finished every last bite of the meal I had prepared.
Afterward, I left a divorce agreement behind.