Matthew, when we got married, I told you that if you ever betrayed me, I would ensure you could never find me again. Now that you've betrayed me, from this moment on, we shall never meet again in this life.
I discovered Matthew's infidelity six months ago. His mistress exposed it herself. When I saw those glaringly intimate photos, I realized he had divided himself in two, one part for me, the other for his kept woman.
Perhaps his time management skills were exceptional, I hadn't noticed a thing.
With a bitter smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, I went to a print shop to print out the divorce papers, then returned to the house that no longer felt like home.
The next morning, Matthew clung to me from behind as I woke up, acting clingy and playful, he said, "Miranda, today is our wedding anniversary. I've prepared a surprise for you."
"Really? I wonder what you've planned this year." I curled my lips slightly, my eyes reflecting indifference and disinterest.
Normally attuned to the slightest change in my emotions, Matthew remained oblivious and continued speaking excitedly.