Regretting the Divorce? Too Late

Throughout our seven-year marriage, my CEO wife, Ruby Irving, goes on yet another business trip on Memorial Day once again, so she can't travel back to my hometown with me. But soon, I saw the photos uploaded by her assistant, Wilbur Stork, on his social media feed that featured her sweeping the grave in his hometown instead.

The caption writes, "Mom and Dad must be very satisfied with their daughter-in-law because the gloomy weather has cleared up in an instant."

I chortle in amusement for a brief moment before liking the post calmly. Then, I comment, "I respect your relationship and wish you nothing but happiness."

But my colleagues all go nuts over the latest bombshell. They are quick to form their chat groups and speculate as to how I'm going to cause my next ruckus in the company this time.

Ruby soon calls me while sounding very stern.

"I know Wilbur does things very brashly due to his young age, but you shouldn't have caused him trouble in the comment section! What will everyone else in the company think of him? How is Wilbur supposed to continue working in this company?

"Moreover, Wilbur doesn't have anyone left in his family. What's wrong with me keeping him company just this once? People with happy families like you don't have empathy for others at all!

"I want you to delete your comment and remove your like right now. Once the holidays are over, I'll free up some time in my schedule to go back to your hometown with you."

As I listen to Ruby making yet another empty promise to me in such a casual way, I let out a soft chuckle.

"It's fine."

Once the holidays are over, we'll be able to obtain our divorce certificates.

After Ruby Irving hung up the call furiously, her phone chimed again as a notification came in. It was an Instagram update from her beloved assistant, Wilbur Stork.

It was a long post, practically an essay. Wilbur had written it as an apology to me for causing a misunderstanding in his last post. And like the previous post, he had specifically tagged me.

It was a blatant provocation. Unfortunately, Ruby didn't see it that way. Or maybe she could, but she still wanted to side with him anyway.

"No need to apologize, Mr. Stork. Everyone can tell you were just joking."

"Does this post mean Ms. Irving's petty husband came looking for trouble again? He made such a big deal out of something this small. That sounds exactly like something he'd do."

The comment section was full of people comforting Wilbur while taking sarcastic digs at me for being petty and small-minded.

I had personally trained many of these coworkers from the ground up. But now, they were all speaking up for Wilbur.

I guess that was only natural. After all, Ruby had given her implicit permission.

Ruby had hired Wilbur as a special exception. Over the years, she promoted him straight to the