After Divorcing My Unfaithful Husband, I Became Stronger!Chapter 1
As I stood at the entrance of the stadium, clutching the two coveted tickets for the farewell concert of the legendary male pop star, anticipation mixed with a tinge of sadness. The concert was supposed to be a special occasion, a final tribute to something I had always cherished. The moments ticked by slowly until finally, my husband, Jeremiah, showed up. But he wasn’t alone—his frail old lover, Monica, accompanied him.
“Joanna, Monica really wanted to see the concert, but she didn’t get a ticket. She’s sick and I need to be with her to grant her last wish. You don’t have to watch it today; there will be other times,” Jeremiah said, his voice carrying a hint of guilt but also a firm resolve.
The words cut through me like a knife. I slapped him hard, the sting of my hand barely registered as I held up the tickets and ripped one to shreds. I didn’t care about the tickets or the concert anymore; it was more about the principle and the pain of the moment.
Jeremiah, I have a terminal illness too! This concert is my final goodbye to you. We’re going to be separated! I thought to myself, overwhelmed by disappointment and frustration. The concert, once a beacon of joy, now felt like a cruel joke.
As the music swelled and the crowd cheered inside the stadium, my tears flowed freely. It wasn’t just the final performance of a legendary artist that moved me; it was the end of a ten-year emotional entanglement with Jeremiah. I felt an overwhelming sense of closure and finality.
Stepping outside, the storm greeted me with a ferocity that mirrored my inner turmoil—gusty winds, flashing lightning and hailstones the size of lychees pounded down relentlessly. I bitterly smiled, wondering if fate was playing a cruel joke on me.
To make matters worse, the online taxi I had booked in advance canceled suddenly. Struggling to shield myself from the downpour with my bag, I dashed to the nearest subway station, only to be pelted with hailstones. Arriving breathless and drenched, I discovered the last subway train had already departed, leaving me stranded in the desolate station.
With a sinking heart, I checked my phone. Jeremiah had neither answered my calls nor replied to my messages. I hesitated before calling him again. “Come and pick me up,” I said, my voice tinged with exhaustion and frustration.