Seeing me agree, Patricia finally smiled and stood on her tiptoes to give me a quick peck on the lips.
The next morning, we went to the County Clerk's Office and finalized the divorce.
She said she needed to meet with her college junior to discuss the overseas treatment.
Then she left.
Less than thirty minutes later, that college junior of hers posted a new video.
"Thanks for all the advice, everyone! My goddess successfully faked an illness to escape her husband's control. We've got our tickets—Hawaii, here we come!"
"I've been waiting for this day for so long. Once we're in Hawaii, I'll post regular updates about our life together."
"You'll all get to witness our happiness!"
The video came with photos. No faces, but two people holding hands, fingers intertwined.
I could clearly see the woman's sleeve—a black blouse with a floral pattern. The same blouse I had personally picked out and bought for Patricia.
If yesterday was just suspicion, now I was certain.
This "goddess" he kept talking about was my wife.
It felt like a boulder had dropped onto my chest. I could barely breathe.
We'd been married for years. Happy years.
I never imagined that one day, I'd be the one getting cheated on.