When someone in the comments asked, "What about your goddess's husband?"
Wyatt responded: "Who cares about him? Just some greasy middle-aged loser, always looking like a slob, reeking of body odor."
"My goddess had to lie next to him every night. Pure torture."
"But it's all good now—they're divorced. From here on out, she's all mine."
"She's finally free!"
Since Wyatt's profile had videos showing his face, everyone could see he was young, handsome, and full of energy.
So nobody called him out for wrecking a marriage.
Instead, they all wished him and his goddess a happily-ever-after.
Reading this made my blood boil. I made a burner account and left a comment: "Your goddess had a baby with another man. That doesn't bother you?"
Less than two minutes later, Wyatt replied.
"Ha! You think my goddess would ever have a kid with that guy?"
"They didn't have children?"
"She got pregnant once, but I didn't want my goddess ruining her figure from childbirth. So I talked her into getting rid of it."
When I saw that reply, rage shot straight to my head.
So that's why Patricia could never get pregnant these past few years. We'd gone to the hospital, ran all the tests—nothing wrong with either of us.