After My Husband Chose Her Over Me

That evening, I came across Hailey's Facebook post. She and Amos were nestled together on a merry-go-round, looking every bit the happy couple. Her caption read: "They say if you ride the carousel with someone you love, you'll be together forever."

Amos never bothered to take me on such outings. Whenever I suggested we ride a carousel, he'd respond with nothing but disdain. Yet, for Hailey, he wore a look of adoration.

I decided to remove Hailey from my contacts to avoid seeing her updates. I then opened a chat with Amos and typed out a long message:

Flora: Amos, let's get a divorce. I'm serious this time. You don't need to question it. Just prepare the divorce papers, and as soon as I confirm everything's in order, we can finalize it. I wish you and Hailey a lifetime of happiness together.

People like them deserve each other, bound together forever, so they don't harm anyone else.

He didn't reply, but I saw that he updated his status on Instagram. Amos never featured me in his posts. Once, I used his phone to upload a picture of us, and he exploded, deleting it immediately.

"Isn't it normal to share that you're married?" I asked. All I had done was post a picture of us having dinner together. He snapped, "Flora, you're getting bolder every day. Why are you so petty? Haven't you realized we're married? Do you need to broadcast it to the world? Can't you let me have some privacy? Just seeing your face makes me sick."

After his outburst, he overturned the table and stormed out, leaving the meal I had carefully prepared untouched and scattered on the floor.

Now, with Hailey back in town, Amos hadn't even finalized our divorce before flaunting their relationship on social media, complete with suggestive photos and captions, as if desperate to let everyone know they were meant to be.

While I stayed in the hospital for a few days, I endured seeing their affection all over Amos’s updates. Traveling together, working together, even commuting together. Hailey had returned, and Amos had already made her his personal assistant at his company.

When I was out of options and jobless, I had begged Amos to give me a basic position in his company, even as a regular office clerk. But he refused, sending me off to the hospital to work instead. He claimed it was to build my resilience, even locking me in the morgue overnight. Later, he forced me into nurse training, though it was the last thing I wanted. I had no choice in the matter.

Returning home, the place felt empty. Amos hadn’t been back for days, but I didn’t care. I gathered my belongings, ready to leave. Despite living there for three years, I had surprisingly few possessions, as Amos despised any decorations I brought home, considering them tasteless. Anything I bought was quickly discarded.

I slipped my wedding ring off and placed it on the table. Taking one last look at what had been my home, I left—only to run into Amos and Hailey at the door. She was drunk, leaning heavily on him.

“What are you doing? Since you're here, go inside and make some coffee, and set up the guest room. Hailey will need it in a bit,” he commanded.

When I didn’t move, he frowned impatiently. “What are you standing there for? Can’t you understand what I’m saying?”