It seemed she hadn’t even noticed the missing wedding photo—or that I had moved out altogether. I didn’t bother pointing it out and simply replied, "I’m busy. I won’t disturb your two-person world."
"Why are you being so nasty? Mike was living in terrible conditions, so I just wanted to help him out a little. Where do you think—"
I hung up before she could finish. Not wanting any more interactions with her, I directly mailed the divorce agreement to her address.
For the next two days, there was no communication between us. However, Mike frequently updated his social media, flaunting his intimate daily life with Alice. Alice, who had never once cooked for me, was now donning an apron, preparing a 'love breakfast' for him.
Mike snapped a photo of her napping, positioning himself beside her while making a playful peace sign for the camera. They even played poker and when Alice lost, she stripped down to just two pieces of clothing. It was as if they were the real couple—and I was just an outsider. But none of it mattered anymore. I was leaving soon.