During the Super Bowl final, my husband, Marcus, suddenly suggested we make a bet. Watching the game reach its halftime mark, he said casually, “If the Eagles win, we get a divorce. What do you say?” The Eagles were leading by a landslide. They were bound to take home the championship ring tonight. I stared blankly at the TV screen, my mind drifting back to an Instagram post I had seen just this afternoon, uploaded by Marcus’s secretary, Hailey. [Mr. Marcus said that if the Eagles win tonight, he will finally take our relationship public. Perfect timing, because I have a little surprise waiting for him too! ] The “surprise” Hailey mentioned was a photo of a positive pregnancy test showing she was two months along. Remembering the sweet, pampering messages Marcus had left under her post to make her happy, I felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. With only one minute left on the clock before the game ended, I spoke in a quiet voice. “Okay. I’ll take that bet.” The game ended. Around us, the screams and cheers of our friends watching the game were deafening. Only Marcus and I sat in a silence that felt completely out of place. Marcus froze, looking at me in surprise. I looked at the final score on the screen. Then, I said softly, “You won.” He was always going to win this bet. I didn’t want to fight it anymore. “Marcus, I agree to the divorce.” In our five-year marriage war, he had finally won. On the drive back, Hailey sent Marcus a Snapchat voice note, her voice bubbling with excitement. “Marcus! The Eagles actually won! Does this mean we can finally tell everyone about us?” The voice note played out loud by accident. Every single word fell clearly into my ears. Marcus instinctively glanced at me through the rearview mirror. But he only saw me staring out the window, completely expressionless. He cleared his throat. “It was just a random bet before the game started. I was just trying to make her happy.” “But…” Marcus paused, his tone turning somewhat indifferent. “Since I’ve been with her for so long, I guess it really is time to marry her.” I gave a quiet “Hmm.” “Have your lawyer draft the papers.” Seemingly not expecting me to agree so easily, Marcus was slightly taken aback. Then he said, “There’s no need to rush it like this.” I met his gaze calmly. “We wouldn’t want to delay your big announcement. It’s better to sign the papers as soon as possible.” “After all, she’s been waiting quite eagerly.” I wasn’t lying. Hailey had been with him for three years, but she had never gotten the chance to show him off publicly. As long as Marcus and I were married, he couldn’t bear to let Hailey be labeled a homewrecker. Marcus stared at my face, trying to read my expression. But I was too exhausted. I just closed my eyes. I didn’t want to say another word. As we neared the house, Marcus suddenly said, “The power went out at Hailey’s place. She’s terrified of the dark. I need to go over and keep her company.” “Okay, just drop me off at the next intersection,” I said, not even looking at him. I was already too used to this. Marcus hesitated. Only after I stepped out of the car did he say, “I might not come back tonight.” I nodded, my face completely calm. “Okay.” After Marcus’s car drove away, I stood on the sidewalk for a while. My phone buzzed. It was a Snapchat message from my best friend, Amber. [Did you and Marcus leave early? I can’t find you guys at the party.] Marcus had hesitated for a long time about coming to this game tonight. Maybe out of guilt, or maybe remorse, he had still ended up coming with me. I replied to Amber. [Yeah, we’re getting a divorce.] Amber replied instantly. [Because of Hailey? Why won’t that girl just disappear?] [She’s just a secretary! Has Marcus lost his mind?] Maybe he had. I didn’t know when things had started to change between Marcus and me. When did it begin? Probably when his work got “too busy,” and we talked less and less. He stopped sharing the funny little details of his day with me. His replies to my messages took longer and longer. Strangely, the thought of divorce didn’t make me sad. Instead, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders. We had known each other for eight years and been married for five. This marriage, which had kept me awake for countless painful nights, was finally coming to an end. Just then, a voice note from Marcus came through. “Go to bed early.” Marcus always had this habit of slapping me first and then giving me a sweet treat. I was used to this way of living, too. Back home, I collapsed onto the couch, feeling drained. I stared numbly at the empty house. I don’t know how much time passed before my phone lit up again. It was a notification for an Instagram update from Hailey. I clicked on it. It was her relationship “hard launch” post. [Congrats to the Eagles for winning the championship! Mr. Marcus won his bet. Family of three, finally together! ] The photo showed two hands overlapping on top of a pregnancy report. My hand automatically drifted to my own stomach. My own medical report from yesterday’s checkup was still sitting in my purse. Four weeks pregnant. It was my second pregnancy. I lowered my eyes, exited Hailey’s post, and pulled up my lawyer’s contact details. [Please draft the divorce agreement for me as quickly as possible.]
Marcus didn’t come home for three consecutive days. Hailey posted on her Instagram constantly. It didn’t look like she was sharing her life; it felt like she was specifically targeting me. Amber was absolutely furious after seeing Hailey’s posts. Her voice over the phone was shaking with anger on my behalf. “Who does this Hailey think she is? She’s literally just a side chick! Why is she acting so proud?” “Is Marcus blind? What does she have that you don’t?” I had asked myself that question many times. Was Marcus bad to me? No. He remembered all my preferences, my birthday, and every single anniversary. When I was sick, he would stay up all night taking care of me. If I casually mentioned wanting to go on a trip, he would drop everything to go with me. Whatever I wanted, he gave me. Could I say he never loved me? No, I couldn’t. I had seen the way his eyes used to light up whenever he looked at me. I took a sip of water and looked out the window. “Who knows? But it doesn’t matter anymore.” The divorce papers were ready. I was just waiting for Marcus to come back and sign them. I smiled to comfort Amber. “Alright, let’s just enjoy our dinner. Don’t let them ruin your mood.” When I texted Marcus, it was Hailey who picked up the FaceTime call. She had a sweet, mocking smile on her face. “Chloe, Marcus is making a prenatal meal for me right now. I’ll let him know you called when he’s done~” A prenatal meal? Marcus used to nag me about being too skinny and not eating right. To make sure I got enough nutrition, he used to cook almost every single meal for me himself. But after he met Hailey, he never had the heart for it again. His mind and eyes were now completely filled with Hailey. Before I could even reply, Hailey sent me a photo. It was a shot of Marcus from behind, wearing an apron and working busy in the kitchen. “Chloe, Marcus is really stretched thin right now.” “I told him what you said, and he knows about it now~” Marcus came back very late that night. Seeing me sitting on the couch, his hand paused as he took off his coat. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” He acted as if nothing had happened. His tone was warm and familiar. “It’s really late.” My voice was flat. “I was waiting for you.” Marcus walked over, and I pushed the signed divorce papers toward him. “I’ve already signed. Since you cheated, we aren’t splitting the assets 50/50. I’ve had all our marital property calculated, including the money you spent on Hailey. I get seventy percent, you get thirty.” Marcus frowned. “Chloe, aren’t you being a bit too greedy?” Greedy? I actually felt it wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to argue with him. “You cheated. Me taking this much is only fair.” After a long silence, Marcus was the first to look away. He sat down, grabbed a pen, and signed his name on the papers. I took my copy immediately. Marcus opened his mouth to say something. But I turned around and walked upstairs without looking back. Halfway up the stairs, I stopped. I turned around to remind him, “We need to file this at the family court tomorrow morning.” “After all, there is still a thirty-day waiting period.” Marcus frowned deeply. He opened his mouth. “Are you really in that much of a rush?” I finished his sentence for him. “The sooner we file, the sooner your child stops being an illegitimate kid.” “Isn’t that what you want?”
Marcus froze. Seeing how calm I was, he hesitated before speaking. “You know about the baby?” Marcus let out a breath and tried to explain: “I only found out today what Hailey meant by her ‘surprise’.” “I honestly didn’t expect her to be pregnant.” There was nothing left to explain. I ignored him and was about to continue upstairs. Suddenly, a wave of intense nausea hit my throat. I covered my mouth and rushed into the bathroom. Marcus followed me in, looking frantic. He knelt down beside me, rubbing my back. “Why are you throwing up so badly?” I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet. “Do we need to go to the hospital?” Marcus asked. I didn’t look at him. “No.” He hesitated for a moment. “If you’re not feeling well, we can put off the divorce for a bit.” I took a large step past him and walked out. “There’s no need to delay.” Back in my room, I pulled that crumpled pregnancy report from my purse. Two months ago, Marcus had come home drunk and slept with me, whispering Hailey’s name. I hadn’t expected to get pregnant from that. I paused, balled up the report, and threw it into the trash can. The next morning at nine, Marcus and I met outside the family court. After filing the papers, we had to wait out the thirty-day waiting period before we could officially get our divorce certificate. “I can drive you back,” Marcus said. I had taken an Uber here this morning. A bad car accident years ago had left me with severe trauma, and I hadn’t driven since. Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. It was Hailey. I kept my head down, opening my Uber app. “Hailey, what’s wrong?” Marcus kept his voice low. But Hailey’s voice was loud enough to leak through the receiver. “Marcus, how did it go with Chloe?” Marcus told her about the thirty-day waiting period. Hailey giggled. “Okay, are you coming over later? The baby and I really miss you.” Marcus glanced at me. He hesitated, but that hesitation only lasted three seconds before he agreed. “Okay.” Marcus could never say no to Hailey. If Hailey wanted to see him, he would go. Hanging up, Marcus looked at me with some embarrassment. “About Hailey…” I cut him off, not even raising my head from my phone. “Don’t worry about it. Go to her.” My Uber had just arrived. I didn’t look back at Marcus as I opened the door and got into the car. On my way home, Amber sent me a link to a social media post. I clicked on it and realized it was Hailey’s. Amber’s voice notes were practically vibrating with rage. “Chloe, this Hailey is absolutely shameless! What does she mean by ‘there was no love left in your marriage’? What does she mean by ‘the one who isn’t loved is the real homewrecker’? Does she have no shame?” “I tried to call her out in the comments, but she blocked me.” “And Marcus, that spineless jerk…” Amber was truly hurting for me. By the end of her voice note, her voice was cracking. I comforted her before clicking back to read the post. The comment section was already flooded with thousands of replies. I saw the thread where Amber had argued with Hailey. Many internet users were dragging Hailey in the replies. As I scrolled down, I saw Marcus’s account had left a comment: [Our marriage was already broken, and we are currently in the middle of divorce proceedings. My girlfriend is not a homewrecker.] I stared at that sentence for a very long time. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. What a beautifully worded statement. Suddenly, I remembered the promise Marcus made the day he proposed. He had held up three fingers, looking up at me with tears in his eyes. In front of all our friends, he swore, “If I, Marcus, ever do anything to hurt Chloe, may God strike me down on the spot.” Back then, I never believed Marcus could ever betray me. The moment he slipped the engagement ring onto my finger, his eyes were red as he kissed the back of my hand. “You’ve finally gone from my girlfriend to my fiancée. My heart can finally rest easy.” Unfortunately, his promises were worthless. Changing my status from girlfriend to fiancée, and then to legal wife, didn’t protect me at all. He had still betrayed me. I gave Marcus’s comment a “like” and closed the app. Once I got home, I started packing my things. Marcus had designed this house himself, but I had handpicked all the furniture. I had too many things, and they ended up filling three large suitcases. I didn’t know when Marcus had come back home. Passing by the master bedroom, he stopped. His brows knitted together. “You’re moving out right now?” I lifted my suitcase, not sparing him a glance. “This house belongs to you. If I don’t move out, how is she supposed to move in?” “I never planned on having Hailey move in here,” Marcus said. “She’s perfectly fine living at her place. You don’t have to rush to move out.” “Chloe, you don’t need to throw a tantrum like this. You agreed to the divorce too.” My hands paused. I wanted to laugh. He had already won the bet he was destined to win, so why was he still acting like this? Marcus had wanted this divorce for a long time; I was the one who had been holding on too tightly. But seeing his protective attitude toward Hailey made me realize how tired I was. I was so tired that letting go actually felt like a relief. I looked at Marcus. “I’m not throwing a tantrum.” “I’m just making room for her.” Marcus remained silent, his mind seemingly elsewhere. Suddenly, he asked me: “Chloe, don’t you find this exhausting?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “We lost that spark we had when we were dating a long time ago. I’m used to having you around, but I can’t find that excitement anymore.” “With Hailey, I actually feel like I’m in a relationship again.” “Every day, you do the exact same things. Your whole life just revolves around me.” “Don’t you get sick of it?” He closed his eyes. “Chloe, I got tired of this kind of life a long time ago.” I stared at Marcus. Suddenly, I couldn’t find any words to say. I had imagined many reasons, but I never expected that Marcus was simply “bored” of our life. He was used to my presence, yet I could no longer stir any feelings in him. With one casual sentence, he had completely shattered everything we had built. I suddenly laughed. “You’re right. It is pretty exhausting.” Marcus was silent for a moment. “Divorce is the best outcome for both of us.” Marcus walked back to his room. I sat on the bed, staring into space for a long time. The next morning, I hired movers to take my luggage away. Just as I reached the door, Marcus called out to me. His tone sounded relieved. “If you ever need help with anything in the future, feel free to ask.” I didn’t reply and walked straight out. On the very night I moved out, Hailey moved in. She even posted a status on Snapchat. It was just a simple “New home! ” caption alongside a photo of her suitcases. Just a day ago, Marcus had said he wouldn’t let Hailey move in. The second I left, he couldn’t wait to bring her over. Hailey even sent me a provocative text message. “Chloe, Marcus said that since I’m pregnant, I should live with him so he can take better care of me. Otherwise, if something bad happens like when you were pregnant, it would be awful.” “Since you and Marcus are getting divorced anyway, you won’t mind, right?” My hand instinctively moved to my stomach. In our third year of marriage, I had gotten pregnant. Later, when I went to Marcus’s office, I walked in on him kissing Hailey. Because of the shock, I tripped, fell, and suffered a miscarriage. Marcus never mentioned Hailey after that incident, and he spent two weeks taking care of me. I lowered my eyes and typed back: [Does being a homewrecker make you feel that proud?] Five minutes later, Marcus called. “Hailey is just childish. You don’t need to take her words to heart, and there’s no need to argue with her.” “About her moving in… I thought about it. She’s a pregnant girl living alone, which isn’t safe, so I brought her here to take care of her.” I laughed. Hearing my laugh, Marcus went silent. “Don’t worry, I won’t lower myself to her level. She’s just a child, so take good care of her. Also, you don’t need to explain anything to me. We are divorced.” Without giving Marcus a chance to speak, I hung up. My hand rested on my stomach. Without any hesitation, I opened my phone and booked an appointment for an abortion. The day the waiting period ended, Marcus and I finalized our divorce. Walking out of the courthouse, Marcus called my name. I didn’t answer, nor did I stop my pace. I got straight into my Uber and left. As soon as Marcus got home, he received a text message from an unknown number. He frowned as he opened and zoomed in on the picture. When he saw the words clearly, his entire body went rigid.
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