Sharing a single cookie between them.
Unable to walk two steps without nuzzling each other.
The way they clung together—they looked more like a married couple than we ever had.
The cruelest part? They walked right past me.
Corey didn't even notice I was there.
I kept my expression blank as I filmed every moment.
Only after they boarded and the plane pulled away from the gate did I finally head home.
Meanwhile, the junior had already posted another update.
The photo showed two hands clasped together as they boarded.
"Attention everyone—me and my dreamy senior are officially taking off!"
Destination: Hawaii.
I must be the happiest woman in the world right now.
The comments section overflowed with envy and congratulations. Mary replied to each one personally, basking in the attention.
Then someone asked: "What about your senior's wife?"
Mary's response came instantly: "Who cares about her? She's just some middle-aged hag—frumpy, unkempt, reeking of desperation."
"My man had to lie next to THAT every night. Can you imagine the torture?"
"But now they're divorced, and he's finally ALL MINE."
"He's free at last!"