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Fifteen Years, Then A Photo

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 889    |    Released on: 15/08/2025

surprised. "Is eve

" I lied, moving

is voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr

away from

y. I get it. I' ve been working a lot. Let' s have a date night tomorrow. J

e,"

"Great. I have a sur

ll," I said, thinking of t

"Oh yeah? Is it my

' d forgotten. Sent a text from a meeting in Tokyo. 'Happy bday, babe

aid. "Just

kiss me. I turned my head,

ck, looking a little hurt. "

to his steady breathing beside me. This was a performance n

, holding the car door open for me

ew deal, a difficult board member, a rival company' s failure.

thing on the passenger side floor caug

' s

d away. I didn' t pick it

more. You don' t argue with a ghos

d on a cliff overlooking the ocean, the waves c

d be the place w

a nearby table gasped. "Oh

ous nod, the tech k

gency." He stood a few feet away, his

to me, his face a mask of regret. "Something' s come up at th

" I

ops. Don' t you move, okay? Order us a

dreamily. "He' s so dedicated.

ead of engineering. He was talking to Jami. The "serv

r. I told the valet I

t I didn' t know about, was in the

were rig

e on a date with the

pearances. Be there in 10. W

p. I have a sur

aring a red lace teddy. On the nightstand beh

eed to throw up. The perfectly cooked scallops I

, looking pleased with himself. "All

the muscles in m

d, seeing my pale face.

I managed to say. "Ma

ing. "I' m going to have a word with th

on' t," I said

thinking about what you said. About my birthday. I k

, so hollow, hung in

to you," he said, his vo

eddy. The Tiffany box. The

d out of my chair and ran for the bathroom, b

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Fifteen Years, Then A Photo
“For fifteen years, my husband Dustin and I were the fairytale. The high school sweethearts who made it, the tech CEO and his devoted wife. Our life was perfect. Then a text message arrived from an unknown number. It was a picture of his assistant's hand on his thigh in the suit pants I bought him. The texts from his mistress kept coming after that, a relentless barrage of poison. She sent photos of them in our bed and a video of him promising to leave me. She bragged that she was pregnant with his child. He'd come home and kiss me, call me his anchor, all while smelling of her perfume. He was buying her a condo and planning their future while I pretended to have morning sickness from bad scallops. The final straw came on my birthday. She sent a picture of him on one knee, giving her a diamond promise ring. So I didn't cry. I secretly changed my name to Hope, converted our entire fortune into untraceable bearer bonds, and told a charity to empty our house of everything. The next day, as he headed to the airport for a "business trip" to Paris with her, I flew to Portugal. When he came home, he found an empty mansion, divorce papers, and our wedding rings melted into a single, shapeless lump of gold.”
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