Digging His Grave

Jacob Graham glared at me, his jaw clenching so hard that his muscles twitched.

“Are you out of your mind? Do you even know what you’re saying?”

I didn’t even bother looking up.

“I said I fell for a younger one, just like you did. Is there a problem?”

Furious, Jacob stormed over and grabbed my wrist.

“Lila, how dare you betray me?”

Seeing him so furious, I suddenly found the whole thing hilarious. He could go out, play house with some young girl, and even use music to send her love notes. But the second I stated a simple fact, he couldn’t take it.

I pried his fingers off my wrist and smoothed out my crumpled sleeve. “Jacob, double standards are an ugly look on you.”

Jacob let out a bitter laugh, his eyes full of contempt.

“I was just messing around! But you? You’re using my money to keep a boy toy. Lila, have you no shame?”

As the tension escalated, our friends quietly slipped out. Unfazed, I walked to the center of the living room.

Hanging on the main wall was our wedding portrait. In the photo, Jacob was in a suit, smiling deeply.

I reached out and touched the edge of the frame, pressing lightly on a hidden latch. With a click, the portrait split down the middle and slid open to both sides. Set deep into the wall behind it was a small niche, and at its center sat a memorial photo of a girl with a bright smile, looking pure and radiant.

Jacob’s voice cut off instantly. His face turned deathly pale, and he stumbled back two steps.

I turned around, taking in his shocked expression.

“So, having your dead ex's photo behind our wedding photo in our marital home is just ‘messing around’ too?”