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Mark just brushed it off like it was nothing.
He probably thought I was just being dramatic, jealous, like always.
After all, every time I caught him with Amber, I’d thrown out the word “divorce” like it was
nothing.
The next few days, Mark and I seemed to fall into a cold war.
I lost myself in my studio, painting, and Mark was hardly ever home.
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I was planning to open a gallery with my
girlfriends, so I needed to paint, paint, paint.
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I didn’t ask where Mark was when he wasn’t
home, and he didn’t volunteer any
information.
But I knew where he was.
After all, Amber was dying for me to hurry up and divorce Mark, so that she could move in
as the new Mrs. Mark.
She couldn’t help herself. She’d send me pictures of her and Mark being all lovey- dovey, or videos of Mark lavishing gifts on
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aovey, or videos oт Mark lavisning gifts on
her, trying to provoke me, make me beg for a
divorce.
Back then, when I saw these pictures and videos, I’d break down, call her names, and
then threaten Mark to cut ties with her.
But this time, I didn’t. I didn’t even reply to her messages, just ignored them, and threw my phone aside.
Maybe she noticed I had changed because she never bothered to contact me again.
That night, one of Mark’s friends called me at
like 3 AM.
Mark’s friend sounded flustered over the
phone, “Hey, Bailey, Mark got wasted tonight, can you pick him up? I’ll text you the
address.”
“It’s way too late, I’m busy, and I don’t drive,” I said, realizing how sharp I sounded, so I quickly added, “Maybe you could put him up at a hotel or have Amber pick him up?”
The guy was quiet for a second, probably trying to process my answer.
In the past, I would drop everything for Mark,
the second he asked.
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But this time, I was doing nim a favor by not
coming.
Before the guy could say another word, the
line went dead.
Ten minutes later, Mark, who was supposed to be passed out drunk, was sitting next to me, his face like stone, watching TV, not a single sign of alcohol in him.
His voice was cold when he spoke, “Weren’t you too busy to pick me up?”
I kept my eyes glued to the TV screen, “Yeah, this show’s too good to miss.
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He was obviously anarv. but he contained it.
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and got up to slam the bedroom door.
I figured he would just give me the silent treatment, but over the next few days, he made a point to call me every day, to tell me where he was, and even came home on time.
