No Way Back from Regret
My parents have invited all of their relatives and friends to our villa for a nice gathering to celebrate their golden anniversary.
Isabel Atkinson, my wife who works as a model, suddenly calls me on the phone and claims that she needs to attend an urgent meeting hosted by her client.
Before it's my turn to give a speech on the stage, my assistant suddenly hands my phone over to me.
"Mr. Marsh, you might want to take a look at this…"
The screen shows a social media post made by Miles Horton, an intern designer at our company.
"At this moment, she belongs to me and me only."
In the photo, Isabel can be seen sitting in a dimly-lit room. A few plain-looking dishes decorate the table. Her hair is slightly messy, but she continues to smile at the elder next to her.
A cold, mocking smile appears on my face. It turns out that her so-called emergency meeting is a family gathering with Miles.
I leave a comment in the comments section. "The food looks pretty tasty. I'd like to visit you next time."
Chaos erupts on the social media feed instantly.
Isabel calls me immediately. "Why are you being such a phony? You'd better delete the comment right now!"
I just chuckle coldly as I end the call. Then, I send her a copy of the divorce papers I've drafted.
Since Miles' matters are clearly more important to her, then she can forget about coming home forever.