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.

The next second, a voice message from Isabel Atkinson, my wife, came through.

She sounded impatient. "Colin Marsh, are you crazy? Are you really threatening to divorce me over a social media post?"

After listening to her voice message, I calmly blocked her number.

My parents, Greg Marsh and Penny Ford, came over after entertaining their friends. Seeing my expression, Mom asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Colin? Did something happen to Izzy?"

I shook my head. "She's fine. Let's start eating. We don't have to wait for her."

Glancing at the empty spot beside me, Dad patted my shoulders with concern. "Okay, but make sure you tell us right away if anything comes up."

I forced out a smile. "Got it."

Not long after the event began, a message popped up in the company's design department group chat.

"Sorry, everyone. Isabel only looked out for me since she knew I had a tough start in life. I had no idea it would upset the boss."

"I've already taken down the post…"

A teary emoji was attached with these messages.

Isabel immediately spoke up to back the man, Miles Horton. "You did nothing wrong, Miles. Some people are just too petty and can't stand seeing you succeed."

As soon as she spoke, those close to her jumped in to support her. "Yes, Miles. There's no need to apologize. People like that find everything disgusting."

"The one apologizing shouldn't be you. Everyone knows who I mean."

With Isabel backing them up, they grew