When I woke up the following day, James was already gone. I called a lawyer and had divorce papers drawn up. While preparing to send them to his office, I saw a celebratory video on their corporate account.
Lindsay was promoted to company shareholder, holding the same title as James. She was no longer just a secretary.
She now held an executive position.
In the video, they hold champagne glasses, toasting each other as employees cheer them on. James's wedding ring was replaced by a more delicate one that matches Lindsay's—a new model from this year's collection.
I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
I remember when we got married, his company was just starting out. I only asked for the cheapest ring at the store to ease his financial burden. He was moved to tears and promised to buy me the most expensive ring when he made more money.
Eight years later, the ring he promised me ended on another woman's finger. Just as I finished sending the divorce papers, James called.
"I'll pick you up tonight. The company is having a team-building event. Lindsay said she wants to clear up any misunderstandings between you two."
Before I could respond, he hung up. I didn't expect him to unblock me right before the divorce, and I wasn't sure whether to feel amused or heartbroken. A mocking smile crept onto my lips.
'A misunderstanding? Is she here to explain or to show off?' I thought.
But at that point, I didn't care anymore. After finalizing the divorce agreement, I went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor prescribed more medication and warned me that my condition was worse than before. He stressed that I needed to keep my emotions in check, as any stress could affect the baby.
Taking his advice seriously, I picked up my medication and went home. I started looking for a new place to live, knowing I couldn't stay in this toxic environment. It wasn't safe for me or for the baby. After searching all day, I found a place and paid the deposit. I gave myself the prescribed injection, and just as I started packing, I got a notification that James's car had pulled up downstairs.
I went down in my pajamas, thinking we could talk seriously.
But the moment he saw me, his face twisted in disgust. "You're going out like that? Can you stop embarrassing me? People will think I can't even afford to buy you makeup!"