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The Call He Never Answered

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 469    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

ed to say, but he was a

Ah

harp edge of the coffee table caught my arm, slicing through my

nding. Tears sprang to my eyes ins

ession hardening with irritation. He thought I was fakin

" he muttered, running a

beside me, roughly grabbing my arm to inspect the cut. I didn' t pull away.

und my arm when his phone rang again. A cheer

to set a special ringtone for

the phone of

ed from the speaker. "I think I drank too

ation vanished, replaced by concern. He hu

letely ignored. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed the box of hang

called out,

d. He just walked out, sla

had been. A single tear, hot and heavy, rolled down

my hands shaking. I dialed

d the way I was cradling my ankle, and her expression turned to stone. She

me on the stiff hospital bed. She kept looking at me, her eyes filled with a conflict I

e is

end, she

didn'

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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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