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The Call He Never Answered

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 576    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

p to our house,

come back early," I

ker of something unreadable in his eyes.

urned

ary was offi

ed a new photo on Instagram. A huge bouquet of red roses on a table. The caption

ed on the table, a familiar wedding ring on hi

e saw me on the couch, the single-layer ca

le on his face, and wrappe

ccasion? You ev

ped his finger into the frost

licking his finger. "But the

iversary, spent it with her, and then came home to criticize the one thing I did to try and

' t want to say

up the cake, the result of three hours of careful work, and dropped it into the tr

hen turned and went into the bedroom. A minute later, he came back out, a sm

ilver necklace. Without a word, he fastened it around my neck. I i

t?" he said, his tone dismissive. "You' ve been giving

ht, after every time he hurt me, he would give me a small, expensive gift.

k off the necklace, placed it back in

ft on the arm of the cou

m L

uch fun tonight, s

looked up. Mark was standing in the doorway of the living room, a

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“At my company' s anniversary party, my husband Mark, beaming, played a game with his assistant, Lily, a cookie balanced on his forehead. As the room erupted in applause when he succeeded, I cheered, "Go, Mark!" The room fell silent. Lily' s smile vanished, her eyes welling with tears as she whimpered, "Oh, Mark." Mark, furious, snapped at me, "What' s wrong with you, Olivia? You always have to ruin everything. You're such a killjoy. So boring." Then, in front of everyone-our colleagues and friends-he bent down and kissed Lily, deeply and passionately. On our tenth wedding anniversary, watching Mark kiss another woman, I felt absolutely nothing. Later, Lily, riding comfortably in the passenger seat of our car, flashed a sickeningly sweet smile and called me "Sis-in-law." I remembered Mark once scoffing at my handmade charm, saying it didn' t match his car' s style, yet he found a custom pink paint job acceptable. The next morning, Lily posted a photo of red roses on Instagram: "This big silly man always remembers my birthday." In the corner, my wedding ring rested on a man' s hand. When Mark returned, he joked, "What' s the occasion? You even made a cake?" He then smeared frosting on my cheek, remarking on the cake' s poor presentation. If this had happened any other year, I would have screamed and cried. Instead, I calmly dumped the cake in the trash. He tried to appease me with expensive jewelry, a routine apology after every fight. But when I saw Lily' s text on his phone-"Mark, I had so much fun tonight, see you tomorrow~"-he erupted in a rage. He shoved me, throwing me off balance. My arm sliced on the coffee table, and my ankle twisted. He simply muttered, "For God' s sake, Olivia," before rushing to Lily' s side after she called him, leaving me injured and alone. Why did he care more about her fake sickness than my real injury? I was numb. I was utterly done. What else could I do but finally set myself free? That night, for the first time in a decade, I slept soundly, knowing I had made the right decision. My life had to change.”
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