“This marriage is over…even if you sculpted yourself into an hourglass, I won’t lay a fingernail on you!” David fat-shames his wife, Megan, and dumps her for his secretary. But soon, fate turns things around and David reaps the consequences of his actions. The aroma of sizzling spices hung in the air as Megan set the table with a cocktail, chicken roast, and every delicacy David loved. “Perfect!” she sighed with a smile. “Oh, why? Don’t you like this dress, honey? It’s our fifth anniversary today,” Megan whispered, her voice barely audible like a plea lost in the wind. “Did you forget?”
“Of course not,” he clenched his jaws. A flicker of hope sparkled in Megan’s eyes. She thought those were tickets to Paris. She’d told David she wanted to holiday in Paris during Christmas. Blinded by tears, she stumbled forward. “I thought these were the tickets to Paris…what is this?” The unforgiving and cruel word—DIVORCE—stabbed her eyes. “Tell me it’s a joke…” Megan whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
David’s laugh echoed in the room like a monstrous bark. “I don’t have the time to joke around with you. Because…I hate you.” “Why?” Megan forced a whisper out of her mouth. “Why?” David scowled. “Just look at yourself in the mirror…you will know why.”
“We can fix this,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “Just packing and leaving today. I’m done with you,” he frowned. “David, please…we can visit a therapist together. Maybe sort things out. I love you…” Megan ran after David, trying to stop him from loading his clothes and essentials into his bag. “Therapist?” he jeered. “Let me remind you—you’re the one who’s sick, not me!” David turned his back and stormed across the hallway with his bag. “I don’t owe you explanations. This marriage is over. And I’m finally free,” he said, reaching for the door. “Please, David. Don’t leave me,” Megan cried.
“No time for your stupid games, alright?” David, his face etched with a cruel indifference, brushed past Megan. “Besides, someone is waiting for me in the car,” he continued, his eyes glinting with a strange spark of joy. Megan choked, her voice barely audible through the fog of tears. “David, who is it? Why are you doing this to me?” “Look at yourself, Megan,” David mocked. “You’ve lost all that beauty I once adored. Layers of fat have taken over your hourglass figure. Oh, don’t get me started now…”
“Jessica!” David continued. “My secretary, remember? Always fit, polished, and sexy!” “You were… cheating on me?” Megan stammered, tears tracing hot tracks down her pale cheeks. “With your secretary, Jessica?” “Bingo!” David snapped, his eyes gleaming with sickening joy. “Two tickets, one for me, one for the future I deserve.” He grabbed his suitcase and swung the door open. “And don’t forget to sign the divorce papers!” David’s voice echoed as he slammed the door shut and left Megan with a suffocating silence. This isn’t the end, Megan whispered after waking up with a start. As the day wore on, Megan gathered her wedding photos and trinkets in an iron bucket. With a trembling hand, she doused them in gasoline and set them ablaze.