Goodbye, My Ex-husband! You're Nothing!Chapter 1
For twenty years, I was the invisible wife in this house. Neglected, unheard, unseen. But today, on my fiftieth birthday, I thought maybe they finally remembered me.
I saw it lying on my bed: a beautiful red dress from the Audrey Hepburn collection. I’d wanted this for years. I held the delicate fabric to my chest, imagining myself stepping out of the shadows for once. My heart fluttered like I was sixteen again.
I slipped it on carefully, trembling fingers pulling up the zipper. It hugged my hips, even if they were softer than they used to be. I turned to the mirror.
Then the door slammed open. Mike stood there, eyes narrowing. “Why the hell are you wearing that?” His voice sliced through my hope.
I stammered, “I… I thought it was for me. It’s my birthday and—”
He barked out a laugh so cruel it made my skin crawl. “For you? Are you insane? That’s for Sasha. She’s wearing that at her party tomorrow. Take it off!”
I felt my throat close up. “But… I’ve wanted this for so long. Just this once—”
He crossed the room in two strides, fists clenched. “You ruin everything. Look at you—fat and pathetic. You tore the zipper. This doesn’t even suit you.”
I swallowed my shame. “You know I overeat because of the stress. Maybe I could destress if you finally buy that Disneyland ticket you promised me twenty years ago? Maybe I could—”
“Disneyland?” Mike scoffed, his lip curling. “What are you, a child?”
A low chuckle came from the doorway. Nico. My best friend since we were kids, Mike’s younger brother, the one who’d promised we’d grow old together—never leave each other behind. He used to make me feel like I belonged here. But that was before Sasha slithered into our lives. Mike’s secretary—my so-called friend. She’d stolen them both, my husband and my best friend, right from under me while I smiled and called her sister.
Nico’s eyes glinted as he stepped inside. “Karylle, stop dreaming. You don’t even contribute anything to this house. Why not be like Sasha? She doesn’t need anyone. She’s smart, independent, and successful. You? You’re just… nothing.”
My lips trembled. “That’s not fair, I—”