Happy Anniversary, Here's a Divorce

On our third wedding anniversary, he went on another "business trip."

Two days later, his foster sister Shea sent me a friend request.

The moment I clicked on her profile, I saw the post. Him with his arm around her, watching the sunset on the beach. The caption read: "One phone call and he came running. Let that woman rot at home alone."

My hand trembled as I scrolled.

Further down, Shea had posted a photo of a limited-edition handbag. "He bought this for me. The ugly bag that came with it as part of the bundle purchase? He just tossed that to the woman beneath us."