Goodbye Losers, Hello Freedom

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband, Damian Pyke, once again left me for his first love. He said, "Taking care of a child alone isn't easy for Waverly. You're both women—can't you show her some understanding?"

Not only was I willing to understand Waverly Benson, but I was also ready to step aside entirely so they could raise her child together.

So, I packed my bags and applied for an overseas architecture program through my workplace. However, he eventually regretted it, crying and begging me not to go.

Damian Pyke left me once again for Waverly Benson, our neighbor.

I grabbed Damian's sleeve and asked, "Do you have to go? Today is our fifth wedding anniversary."

"Maisie, can you be a little more understanding? Waverly is raising a child on her own, and the kid has a high fever. She can't afford to wait," Damian growled as he impatiently pried my hand off.

I let out a cold laugh, noticing how that kid always seemed to get sick at just the right time.

I snapped, "The kid isn't even yours, so why is she always calling you instead of someone else? Damian, if you walk out that door today, we're getting a divorce tomorrow!"

However, Damian's face darkened. "Do whatever you want, but don't use this to threaten me! After our divorce, no one else would want a woman as heartless as you!"

Fury boiled inside me. The second he turned to open the door, I flipped the dining table over. The candlelit dinner I had prepared crashed to the floor.

Damian froze in place. "Are you out of your mind?! How did I end up marrying a crazy woman like you?"

I stormed out of the house, raising my voice. "Exactly, I'm crazy! What kind of married man keeps running off to another woman's house every other day?"

As I spoke, I marched straight to Waverly's home and pounded on the door. "Waverly! You were bold enough to steal my man, now be bold enough to come out and face me!"

The neighbors poked their heads out, watching the drama unfold. Damian's face turned bright red.

The door finally creaked open, and Waverly stepped out hesitantly, lowering her gaze. "Maisie, don't get the wrong idea. My child is really sick, and I couldn't carry him on my own. Damian's the only person we have to rely on."

I yanked her out of the doorway. "Wow, your kid has great timing! Last month, he got sick when Damian and I finally had a day off to see a movie together. Last week, he was sick on my birthday and today, he's sick on our anniversary!

"Funny how your kid suddenly falls ill every time Damian and I have a moment to ourselves! You know what? Why don't you just have him move in with you? That way, you can keep him by your side around the clock!"

I spun around and stormed back home, shoving Damian, who stood there