She said she needed to meet with her college junior to discuss the overseas treatment.
Then she left.
Less than thirty minutes later, that college junior of hers posted a new video.
"Thanks for all the advice, everyone! My goddess successfully faked an illness to escape her husband's control. We've got our tickets—Hawaii, here we come!"
"I've been waiting for this day for so long. Once we're in Hawaii, I'll post regular updates about our life together."
"You'll all get to witness our happiness!"
The video came with photos. No faces, but two people holding hands, fingers intertwined.
I could clearly see the woman's sleeve—a black blouse with a floral pattern. The same blouse I had personally picked out and bought for Patricia.
If yesterday was just suspicion, now I was certain.
This "goddess" he kept talking about was my wife.
It felt like a boulder had dropped onto my chest. I could barely breathe.
We'd been married for years. Happy years.
I never imagined that one day, I'd be the one getting cheated on.
That night, Patricia didn't come home.
She texted me saying she was planning the trip abroad with her junior. Their flight was early the next morning.
I asked if she wanted me to see her off at the airport.
She said no need.
After that, my messages went unanswered.
I put down my phone and took a deep breath.
She was probably wrapped up with him right now.
If I kept texting, I'd just look pathetic.
I barely slept that night.
The next day, Patricia and her junior showed up at the airport.
They walked close together, laughing and chatting. Sharing a cookie between them. Couldn't even walk without being all over each other.
The way they clung to each other—they looked more like a married couple than we ever did.
The worst part? They walked right past me.
Patricia didn't even notice.
I kept my expression blank and recorded everything.
Only after their plane took off did I head home.
Meanwhile, the junior posted another video.
The photo showed two people holding hands as they boarded the plane.
"Hey everyone, boarding now with my goddess!"
"Destination: Hawaii."
"I think I might be the happiest man alive right now!"
The comments were full of envy and congratulations.
Wyatt replied to each one earnestly.
When someone in the comments asked, "What about your goddess's husband?"
Wyatt responded: "Who cares about him? Just some greasy middle-aged loser, always looking like a slob, reeking of body odor."