On Qixi, my supervisor husband said he was flying to Australia on a business trip, so he’d miss our tenth wedding anniversary for the first time. But at noon, I saw him on his female boss’s social media. My usually high-and-mighty husband was cheerfully cleaning a pigsty.
The caption read, “My husband is so capable. A promotion and a fortune are just around the corner.”
I sneered and commented, “The future looks bright.”
Comments flooded in beneath her post. My colleagues started private group chats, wondering whether I was about to blow up.
When my husband called, the first thing he did was demand, “Jiang Li, what did you mean by that comment? You did that on purpose to embarrass Sister Yun, didn’t you?”
“She had too much to do at home, so I gave her a hand while I was there. There’s nothing going on between us. Don’t be so petty!”
“Delete that comment right now. What will people think if they see it?”
I replied without expression, “I’m not deleting it. If there’s nothing going on between you two, what are you worried about?”
The next second, I hung up. There were only three days left in our divorce waiting period, so I didn’t need to beat around the bush with them anymore.
