Chapter 5%
I got sober after a while. The air outside the bar had been cold, grounding. Denver didn’t say much, just drove me home while I stared out the window, my thoughts numb and blurry.
When we reached the house, I murmured, “Thanks, Denver. For everything.”
He gave me a soft smile. “Anytime, Al”
But as I stepped out of the car, I from.
River was waiting at the door. Arms crossed, Jaw clenched. His first words sliced through the night like a blade.
“Are you cheating on me?“R
I blinked. For a moment, I thought I’d imagined it. Then I laughed. Not out of amusement, but disbelief.
“The nerve,” I muttered, stepping closer. “What are you even talking about?”
River didn’t hesitate. He held up his phone and pressed play
A video. A photo. Me, slumped against Denver, arms around his neck. Laughing. Drunk.
The hug. The one I needed to stay on my feet. Of course, it must be Candice.
“Who is this guy?” River demanded, his voice tight. “Why are you flirting with him?”
“You know him,” I said through clenched teeth. “That’s Denver. My close friend. You’ve met him before.”
“So?” River snapped. “Didn’t I tell you? Stay away from your friends.”
went to a graduation celebration,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “A goodbye party.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?“!
“Because I didn’t think you cared anymore, River, I said quietly. “If you’d excuse me… I’d like to sleep now.”
But he stepped in front of me. “No. I’m not done talking to you.“8
I stared at him, tired. “What do you want from me??
“I’m asking if you’re cheating.”
“No” I said flatly. “I’m not.”
River’s eyes narrowed. “If I ever find out you’re lying, Allison, you know this will ruin my reputation.”
I looked at him. Really looked at him. “How?” I asked. “No one even knows I’m your wife. The public? They think you’re single. Or that Candice is the one you love. Only a few of your closest friends even remember my name.”
“That’s not the point,” he snapped. “When you married me, you weren’t allowed to make friends. Or flirt. I am your husband. So act like a wife.T
I swallowed hard. The silence between us cracked like glass 8
“Due to this,” he continued coldly, “you’re not allowed to leave the house for days. Understood?”&
I didn’t respond, I didn’t cry. I just… sighed. No energy left to argue.
I turned and walked inside, not even looking back. Why was he acting this way? Was it his ego? His pride? Or something else en
entirely?:
I would never know. But that night, while the rest of the house slept, I stayed up and made a quiet phone call
To a divorce lawyer!
“Td like to file for divorce! I said softly.!
And with that, the countdown truly began.8
The next few days blurred together.
I stayed quiet. A shadow. Candice moved through the house like a queen preparing for a coronation–arranging every detail for River’s birthday celebration.
And I? I simply existed. Watched. Waited. Packed in silence.
The night before the party, I stood in my room, suitcase by the door. My entire life in a single bag
Candice appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, lips painted in victory.
“Make sure you never come back,” she said, her voice sweet and sharp. “Understood?
I met her gaze without blinking. “I would never come back. You don’t have to worry. Feel free to be with him for the rest of your life.” And I meant every word.
Before I left, I walked to the bedside table and placed everything that once tied me to this place.
The signed divorce papers. My wedding ring. A gift I’d saved up for over months: a vintage watch I knew he’d admired once in passing. And a small box of memories. Photos. Notes. A dried rose from our first date!!
Maybe he’d throw it all away. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice.
Didn’t matter anymore. I was done.
The next morning. I arrived at the airport early. The sun hadn’t even risen. I watched planes take off, one after another, their engines roaring toward freedom.
Then, I pulled out my phone to send him one last message.X
“Sorry, I can’t come to your birthday party. I’m going to have an a
artist affale
I typed quickly, hit send, and shut off my phone as the plane began to move–only realizing later that I had accidentally deleted the word “artist” before sending.
The second I switched my phone back on, a wave of missed calls and frantic notifications crashed freezing me in place.
over the c
the screen, all from River-
