Married To A Lie
I stood at the foot of the stairs, watching the three of them disappear into the room together.
A family of three, warm and harmonious.
And me—I was the extra.
I walked into the study, opened the safe, and took out every important document: property deeds, car titles, bankbooks, and that joke of a marriage certificate.
I tore the certificate into pieces—strip by strip—until my fingers went numb.
Midnight.
The countdown hit zero.
I deleted the countdown app from my phone, erasing it the same way I erased the five wasted years of my life.