“This marriage is over…even if you sculpted yourself into an hourglass, I won’t lay a fingernail on you!” David fat-shames his wife, Megan, and ends their marriage for his secretary. But soon, life has a way of making David face the consequences of his actions.

The kitchen filled with the rich aroma of roasting spices as Megan carefully set the table with David’s favorite dishes. “It’s perfect,” she murmured, expecting a pleasant evening.

“David, you’re back!” Megan greeted him warmly.

“What is that hideous outfit? You look enormous,” David sneered.

“Oh, don’t you like this dress, honey? It’s our fifth anniversary today.” Her voice faltered, hoping for a touch of warmth. “Did you forget?”

“Of course not,” he replied, gritting his teeth.

A spark of hope fluttered in Megan. Perhaps, he held tickets to Paris—a dream she had often shared with him.

“I have something for you,” he said, pulling an envelope from his pocket.

Her tears blurred the words, “DIVORCE.” “Tell me this is a joke,” Megan pleaded, her heart aching.

David’s laughter was harsh. “I don’t joke with you. I can’t stand you.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?” Megan whispered, desperate for understanding.

“Why?” David echoed scornfully. “See yourself—try the mirror. You’ll understand.”

“We can repair this,” she urged, voice cracking with emotion.

“Pack your things. I’m finished here,” he said dismissively.

“David, let’s see a therapist. We can figure it out. I love you,” Megan tried to hold onto him as he began throwing clothes into a suitcase.

“Therapist?” he ridiculed. “You’re the one who’s unwell, not me.”

Resolute, David walked to the door. “I owe you nothing. This marriage is history. I’m free at last,” he proclaimed.

“Please, David. Don’t go,” Megan cried, eyes brimming with tears.

“No more of your silly games,” he said icily. “Someone’s waiting for me downstairs,” he added, eyes lit with an unsettling joy.

“Who’s waiting for you, David?” Megan implored, her voice thin with despair.

“Look at yourself, Megan,” David jeered. “You’ve let yourself go. Your secretary, Jessica…’fit and foxy.’”

“Jessica!” He continued with relish. “My secretary—you remember her. Always perfect and poised.”

“You cheated… with her?” Megan’s voice cracked, her tears now unstoppable.

“Right on target!” David taunted, grabbing his suitcase. “Two tickets—one for me and one for my future.” The door slammed, leaving Megan alone with her grief.

Megan awoke the next day with a new resolve. Carefully, she stacked their wedding memories into an iron pail, soaked them in flammable liquid, and struck a match.

Her best friend, Veronica, burst in. “What’s wrong—I’ve been trying to reach you!”

With a heavy heart, Megan spoke, “He’s gone… left me for someone else.”

“David? Not a shock,” Veronica stated, exasperated. “You deserve better, I warned you he wasn’t worthy!”

“Right as you are,” Megan whispered. “How do I move on from here?”

“Sweetheart,” Veronica said firmly, “you need to heal and not dwell on a man who didn’t love you rightly. Get help, find happiness.”

“It’s difficult, Veronica. Love doesn’t just fade,” admitted Megan, resting her head on Veronica’s shoulder.

Gently shaking Megan from her sorrow, Veronica grabbed her friend’s phone. “You need to let go of the past, girl!” she declared, swiftly downloading a dating app, creating a profile showcasing Megan’s true beauty.

“You deserve joy, don’t hang onto a coward who stepped out on you,” Veronica said with a promising smile.

Later that night, Megan warily navigated the dating app, her spirits hesitant yet hopeful.

“Hey there, you look stunning!” a message popped in unexpectedly as Megan was drying her hair.

Startled, she shut the app, her heart fluttering wildly. But curiosity saw her through, and she reopened it to find the courage to reply.

The friendly stranger quickly introduced himself. “I’m Robert, but call me Rob,” his voice a comforting timbre through the chat.

“Megan here. Most friends call me Meg,” she replied, accepting his virtual handshake.

“A pleasure to meet you, Meg,” Robert chimed in with charm that seemed to animate even the flowers in her room.

“Well, that was quite the first experience,” Megan admitted, cheeks flushing with a tinge of nervous laughter.

“How about a remedy with dinner tonight?” he proposed, warmth in his every word.

“Yes,” she agreed quietly, her heart skipping a beat as she accepted his invitation.

Before a lavish dinner date, Megan slipped into a refreshing shower. She chose her outfit with care, enhancing her natural charm with light touches of makeup.

Excited but grounded, Megan was ready for what the evening held. Just as she was leaving, who should reappear but David.

“Going somewhere, lovely?” David jeered, spotting her dressed elegantly.

“Just out,” she replied a bit nervous, clutching her bag tighter.

“Have you signed the divorce papers yet?” he demanded.

Megan, composing herself, said, “Yes, they’re in the other room.” Her confidence quiet but firm.

David stood back, his arrogance flaring one last time. “Moving on so fast, aren’t you? Nothing will change how dull you’ve always been.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Megan shot back, standing up for herself. “I might have been broken, but I’m healing and growing, not ugly.”

Incensed, David yanked the necklace from her neck and stomped off, leaving the door wide open.

Though shaken, Megan rallied her spirits, choosing to go forward with her date. Arriving at La Café Bean, her gaze searched for Robert, her heart thumping gently.

But where there should be warmth was an empty chair.

Panic wrapped her as she approached the waiter. “Have you seen my date, Rob?”

“Just stepped out, miss,” responded the waiter, confusion knitting his brow.

Soon, Robert reappeared, bearing lilies. “Sorry for vanishing,” he grinned sheepishly. “I wanted to surprise you with flowers.”

Tears threatened to spill again, but this time from a wellspring of gratitude as she admired the thoughtful gift.

An involuntary sneeze broke the moment’s enchantment.

“Bless you!” Robert chuckled, the kindness in his eyes clear.

“Terribly allergic,” she admitted with a bashful laugh.

“Well, we’ll just have to avoid these in the future,” he suggested with an easygoing smile.

Megan relaxed, feeling comfortable for the first time in a long time.

Several months later, happiness became her reality. She prepared to marry Robert, a loving twist she hadn’t seen coming.

The sight of David in a restaurant one day was unexpected.

“Megan,” he said softly, face lined with regret.

“Hello, David,” she replied simply, serene with her newfound happiness as she turned to the love of her life.