She took to social media, spinning a sob story about how she and her “true love” had been cruelly torn apart by a scheming
woman with power and influence.
She accused me of sabotaging her relationship and pointed the finger squarely at my new company, hoping to ruin me and lure
Steven back.
For a while, the Internet buzzed with hate directed at me. Protesters even showed up at my office, calling me a homewrecker.
Realizing I couldn’t let the narrative spiral any further, I took action.
I posted a video of Steven and Melanie’s kiss at their friend’s wedding reception, along with a detailed timeline of events
explaining everything.
Public opinion shifted quickly. People realized Melanie was the real homewrecker. The backlash was brutal, even affecting her
family.
Ashamed of the disgrace she’d brought upon them, Melanie’s parents kicked her out.
With nowhere to go, she reverted to her old ways, becoming someone else’s mistress.
But this time, her luck ran out.
One day, during a rendezvous with her new lover, his wife caught them in the act.
Enraged, the wife gathered a group of people and ambushed Melanie, beating her severely. They didn’t stop there: Melanie’s face
was scarred, and one arm and leg were broken.
Disfigured and crippled, she sank into despair.
Melanie spent her days wallowing in self–pity until one day, she limped into traffic with a crutch and was hit by a speeding truck,
thrown far from the road.
Meanwhile, my wedding to Liam was in full preparation.
Our families were overjoyed, and Liam took care of every detail according to my preferences–something Steven never did.
With Steven, he would either dump all the work on me or make decisions without consulting me.
While inviting former colleagues to the wedding, one of them congratulated me and shared some gossip. “Anya, do you know
what happened to your ex–husband?”
“Hmm?” I asked.
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“After you left him, he lost his mind. One day, he jumped from a building. He survived but ended up in a vegetative state. He’ll
probably spend the rest of his life unconscious in a hospital bed,” the colleague said.
After hanging up, I couldn’t help but reflect.
A life trapped in endless darkness, unable to move or think, was far worse than death.
After Liam and I got married, he would wait for me outside my office every day, ready to drive me home.
When I got in the car, he’d ruffle my hair affectionately and hand me a warm cup of milk or a little snack.
At home, everything was spotless. The table was always filled with my favorite treats, fresh flowers, and thoughtful surprises.
What shocked me most was how he noticed all the little things I never even mentioned.
Tears welled up in my eyes, unbidden.
Liam panicked, unsure what he had done wrong.
“Did I mess up?” he asked nervously.
When I explained, he laughed softly and pulled me into his arms, his warm scent enveloping me.
“Silly girl,” he whispered, “Trust me, I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world. I know words aren’t enough, but I’ll prove
it with my actions every single day.”
I laughed through my tears, curling up against him and letting myself believe in his promise.
Life was ours to live. When I was happy, those who loved me would feel it too.
It was impossible to have it all, but we could cherish the moments we had now.
Forever was uncertain, but the present could still be beautiful, and the future would shine even brighter.
