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Her Fantasy, His Nightmare

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 558    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

wedding came up sudde

for five years, our mar

d. In every press release, at every tech conferenc

en Carter getting back together. They were spotted at dinners, at industry p

ly loved me. Not in t

d always bel

a small piece of bread meant to keep me from

for the both of us. I painted her, I wrote her poems, I cooked her fav

h me. The smiles she gave me were

ide, genuine smile on her face for the first time in

ed, her breath smelling of ch

quick search on my phone confirmed it. Ben C

Her thumbprint was still registered on my phone, a relic from a time when w

s a photo of us on a trip to It

tled "Us." It was full of pictures of me and her,

dden, password-protected. The pa

started

n stage. Ben sleeping. Ben laughing. Candid shots taken

ictures of me.

hoto that made my stomach drop. It was our we

y face w

and replaced it with Ben's. She was standing there in her

ad insisted on that photo.

sn't for us. It was for her fantas

screen of her phone casting

I

rriage was a lie

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Her Fantasy, His Nightmare
“My wife, Olivia, had been cheating on me for five years, not physically, but worse: secretly funneling money to her ex-boyfriend, Ben Carter. Every bonus she claimed, every late night at the office, was a lie built on our shared life. Then, she drunkenly confessed Ben was finally free from his marriage, and I unlocked her phone, a device once mirroring our supposed trust. Inside, a hidden album revealed hundreds of photos of Ben, a secret shrine of a love she' d never let go of. The centerpiece was our wedding photo, altered. My face had been meticulously replaced with Ben' s. She beamed, looking not at me, but at him. Her fantasy, her perfect lie, became my shattering reality. Our five-year marriage was a transaction, a prop for her career, while her heart belonged to another. I had tried to fill our empty home with my love, my art, but her smiles were always pale imitations, rationed affection. Why did she need this elaborate charade? Why did she insist on that photo, only to erase me from it? The betrayal cut deeper than simple infidelity. It was a complete annihilation of my existence within our shared life. That night, everything changed. I knew then that love wouldn't conquer anything. It was over. I began the quiet, meticulous work of dismantling our life, preparing to divorce the woman who had never truly married me.”
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