I never once regretted it, as long as I was by her side.
Until tonight...
Suddenly, her phone lit up, the bright light cutting through the room's silence.
[Are you home? I had a great time today. Good night.]
What hit me even harder were the couple's profile pictures they had chosen together: a pink butterfly paired with a blue one, silently revealing what I had refused to acknowledge.
My heart sank completely.
Francine noticed my gaze and quickly turned the screen off, but it was already too late.
The air in the room felt thick, almost frozen for a few seconds.
Then, she tried to explain, her voice faltering.
"It's just work-related..."
I couldn't hold it in anymore as I cut her off.
"Francine, let's get a divorce."
I spoke the words calmly, as if I were standing outside of myself.
She froze, clearly unable to comprehend what I'd just said. "What did you say?"
I reiterated, "I said, let's get a divorce."
Then, I stood up, the weight of it all sinking in. "Francine, it's over."
Instantly, her face drained of color.
"Carson, listen to me. It's not what you think."