The delicious aroma of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air as Megan carefully set the dinner table. She had gone all out for their fifth anniversary, preparing all of David’s favorite dishes. A small smile played on her lips as she adjusted the wine glasses. Tonight was special—at least, she thought so.
The front door creaked open, and Megan’s heart fluttered. “David, you’re back!” she called out, excitement lacing her voice. She hurried toward him, expecting a warm embrace. Instead, his eyes raked over her with cold disdain.
“What the hell are you even wearing? You look fat in this!” David spat, his lips curling in disgust.
Megan flinched. “Oh… why? Don’t you like this dress, honey? It’s our fifth anniversary today,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Did you forget?”
David let out a dry chuckle. “Of course not.”
Relief flooded Megan’s chest. Maybe she was overthinking. Maybe he had just had a bad day. Then David reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. Megan’s heart pounded as she took it, her hands trembling.
“I thought these were the tickets to Paris…” she murmured, tearing it open. But instead of a dream vacation, her worst nightmare stared back at her. The word ‘DIVORCE’ burned into her eyes like a branding iron.
“Tell me this is a joke,” she whispered, tears welling up.
David threw his head back and laughed, a cruel, heartless sound. “I don’t have time for jokes, Megan. I hate you.”
Megan gasped, the words slicing through her like a knife. “Why?”
David sneered. “Just look at yourself. You’ve lost that figure I used to love. You’re pathetic.”
“We can fix this,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “We can go to therapy. I love you, David.”
David scoffed. “Therapy? For what? I’m not the one who’s sick. Pack your things and leave. This marriage is over.”
Desperation took over as Megan grabbed his arm. “Please, David. Don’t do this.”
“No time for your stupid games,” he snapped, shaking her off. “Besides… someone’s waiting for me in the car.”
Megan’s stomach twisted. “Who?”
David smirked. “Jessica.”
Megan’s breath hitched. “Jessica… your secretary?”
“Bingo!” David grinned. “Young, sexy, and actually takes care of herself. Unlike you.”
Megan’s world shattered as he grabbed his suitcase and walked out. “Sign the papers,” he called over his shoulder before slamming the door, leaving Megan in suffocating silence.
Days passed in a blur. Megan barely ate, barely slept. Her best friend, Veronica, stormed in one evening, her eyes blazing.
“Meg, what the hell is wrong with you? I’ve been calling all week!”
Megan looked up from the couch, her face pale and hollow. “He’s gone,” she whispered. “Left me for another woman.”
Veronica’s jaw clenched. “David? That scumbag? I warned you, didn’t I?”
“You were right,” Megan admitted, voice breaking. “But how do I move on?”
Veronica sat beside her, taking her hands. “You pick up the pieces, sweetheart. You find happiness… the kind that doesn’t depend on a man.”
Megan gave a weak laugh. “How do I do that?”
Veronica grabbed her phone, eyes gleaming with mischief. “By getting back out there.” Within minutes, she had installed a dating app and made Megan a profile.
Megan rolled her eyes. “I’m not ready for this.”
“Too late,” Veronica grinned. “You’ve already got a message!”
Curious, Megan peeked at the screen. “Hi, you look gorgeous!”
Her heart skipped a beat. Before she could think, a video chat popped up. A deep voice rumbled, “Did I scare you off?”
Megan hesitated before answering, “I’m just… not used to this.”
“Neither am I,” the man laughed. “But maybe we can get used to it together?”
His name was Robert. “Call me Rob!” he said with a warm smile. His kindness melted away some of Megan’s doubts.
After a few days of talking, Rob finally asked, “Dinner tonight?”
Megan took a deep breath. “Yes.”
Megan arrived at La Café Bean, nerves buzzing in her stomach. She spotted Rob instantly—tall, handsome, with a charming smile. Just as she was about to walk over, a familiar voice made her freeze.
“Megan.”
She turned slowly. David stood before her, his face a mixture of shock and regret. “You look… amazing.”
Megan straightened. “I’m doing well. And you?”
David swallowed. “Jessica and I… we’re separating.”
Megan stared at him, expression unreadable. “I’m sorry.”
David leaned in. “I made a mistake, Megan. Leaving you was the worst decision of my life. Please, give me another chance.”
A strong arm wrapped around Megan’s waist. “Excuse me, may I help you?”
David’s eyes narrowed. “Who the hell are you?”
Rob held out his hand. “I’m Rob. Megan’s fiancé.”
David’s face drained of color. “Fiancé?”
Megan smiled, slipping her hand into Rob’s. “That’s right. Rob and I are getting married.”
David opened his mouth, but no words came out. Megan turned to Rob. “Shall we go, honey?”
“Of course, beautiful,” Rob replied, leading her away.
David watched them disappear, his heart sinking. He had lost her forever. And this time, there was no getting her back.
