Married At 9AM, Divorced At 10AM Chapter 04

Married At 9AM, Divorced At 10AM Chapter 04

He came home at six in the morning, drunk, and passed out right away.

I stayed awake until dawn.

When I got ready to leave, I saw a silver-gray phone next to his pillow, not his usual black one.

On impulse, I picked it up.

The screen lit up, and the messaging app was already open.

The top conversation was saved under the name “My Sophia.” The profile picture showed a hand holding strawberry ice cream.

My gut told me this was her.

I scrolled up, and up, and up, going back three years.

From the very month we got together, he had been talking to this Sophia.

Transfers went out constantly, but none for $14.88 or $52.50. No numbers with any special meaning.

Just transfers followed by a long string of zeros. Ten thousand. Fifty thousand. A hundred thousand.

Last year alone, the total was over a million dollars.

My hands were shaking.

Last year, he told me delivery driving was getting more cutthroat and he couldn’t get good orders.

I gave him my year-end bonus and told him to take a break and not stress.

So he wasn’t being supported by a rich woman. He was keeping someone else.

He had been pretending to be broke for three years.

Something inside me snapped.

Three years of worrying. Three years of saving. Three years of skipping dresses I wanted. Three years of telling myself late at night, “It’s okay, this is just temporary.”

All of it flipped over now, revealing the ugly truth underneath.

I was never his partner through tough times.

I was just part of his performance.

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When I went to the bathroom to wash my face, I realized I had bitten my lip until it bled.

I remembered him holding our marriage license yesterday and saying, “I finally tricked you into marrying me.”

Back then, I thought he was being sweet.

I never knew there were so many ways to deceive a person.