She Cured Him, I Cured Myself

..."You're insane!" Isiah Coleman huffed. "Zoe was kind enough to treat me, and it's all for your sexual happiness. How could you be sarcastic on social media? You're impossible!"I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. "I waited for you in the mountains for seven hours, and you never showed up."He paused, growing impatient. "I'm fine now. Why did you even go there? Stay put. I'm coming to pick you up."His sudden concern only made me squeeze my eyes shut tighter. "No need."I hung up and trudged resolutely down the mountain. But then a downpour started, and an urgent honk sounded behind me.Isiah stuck his head out of the car, urging me, "Floria, get in!"Unwilling to get soaked, I opened the car door, ready to climb in when Zoe Mitchell called him. "Isiah, I feel awful after treating you earlier. Can you take me to the hospital?"He hung up, locked the door with a frown, and said flatly, "Shelter under that tree. Zoe's waiting for me.""But I'm already getting in," I protes

"Quit? Floria, you've got some nerve to threaten me here," Isiah hissed, seizing my arm. "Fine, go! But if you walk out, we're done for good!""Perfect." I just gave a cool smile. "Don't forget to sign the divorce agreement and send it over."He blinked, yanking harder. "Divorce agreement? Quitting's not enough—you're hitting me with divorce now?"His feigned shock turned my stomach. The read receipt on the agreement I'd sent was crystal clear, yet here he was, playing dumb.I twisted free, meeting his accusatory gaze dead-on. "All you have to do is sign and deliver."Sick of the back-and-forth, I scooped up my box and kept walking. He bellowed after me, "If you leave today, you'll regret it!"I snorted, stepping into the elevator.Down in the lobby, his seething voice crackled over the PA system. "Due to Director Floria Roth's breach of professional ethics and her baseless smears against Dr. Zoe Mitchell, I, as her family, extend my deepest apologies. She is hereby terminated,

The certificate hit the floor with a smack, skittering to Isiah's feet.His pupils contracted. He bent down to pick it up, flipping it frantically, and stammered, "No way! How did you get this? I never agreed."Zoe rushed up with fake concern. "It's my fault. Floria has been plotting this."Jenny clutched my wrist, her face etched with desperation. "Floria, don't be impulsive! You did this in the heat of the moment, right? We can void it. Isiah's just confused. Give him one more shot. After the baby is born, I'll keep him in line. No more slip-ups, I swear!"Hank sighed heavily, stepping closer with gentler words. "Floria, every couple fights. You and Isiah have too much history to throw it away."Isiah's fingers trembled around the paper, his eyes darting between Zoe and me. He drew a shaky breath, softening. "I know I screwed up. Drop this, and we'll annul it. I'll steer clear of Zoe. For the kid's sake, okay?"I barked a laugh at his phony remorse. "Saying this now? Way too la

The movers were efficient, carrying pieces of sofas, chandeliers, and other belongings onto the truck.Isiah clutched our wedding photo, unwilling to let go. I lingered in the foyer, the absurdity twisting like a knife.With a sigh, I grabbed my suitcase and headed out."No, don't go!" Isiah dropped the frame and lurched after me, snagging my wrist. "I'm really sorry. Zoe deceived me. After all our years, you can't end us like this."His voice cracked with sobs, but I refused to soften. "You ended us by choosing her.""What about our past!" he roared. "When you were sick, I pulled all-nighters by your bed. That necklace you craved? I scoured the city. Forgotten already?""Not forgotten. Just irrelevant now," I said flatly, opening the door.Cold air rushed in, stripping away the last threads of nostalgia. Meeting his gaze, I added, "The good times happened. So did the cheating—the way you shielded her. That's real, too. I'm no dumpster. Can't recycle trash like you."For the ne