The Internet’s Favorite Couple Was My Marriage’s Worst Nightmar novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

One day to go.

I hadn’t seen Spencer in two days.

He was busy with Isabella, probably trying to keep her happy.

But every night, he’d still message me.

Random stuff.

Celebrity gossip, street cats, funny memes from Instagram.

Like we were just a regular couple in a long–distance thing.

But in five years of marriage, we never shared day–to–day stuff like this.

I had no clue what he was trying to do.

And I didn’t care to figure it out.

I’d been busy packing.

Little by little, I shipped all my stuff to Orlando.

Even signed a lease with the realtor,

Put all my properties on the market to rent out.

That finally caught his attention.

That night, he called.

“Mr. Whitmore told me you’re moving?”

I replied like it was no big deal.

“Yeah, didn’t you say we’re checking out Westbrook? I like that area.”

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The Internet’s Favorite Couple Was My Marriage’s Worst Nightmare

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He paused.

“If you want to light fireworks out there, no one’s gonna stop you.”

I laughed.

“Careful. Don’t get yourself arrested.”

That made him chuckle too.

“Alright… I’ll meet you there tomorrow night.”

“Okay,” I said.

Right then, I got the confirmation–my flight was booked.

Spencer paused again.

He said it like he felt something.

“Promise me you’ll wait for me.”

“I will.”

But he didn’t show up.

Mr. Whitmore called to apologize.

“Spencer had a last–minute meeting. He’ll be a bit late.”

But on social media-

Isabella was lighting lanterns on a ferry.

And Spencer was standing right behind her.

I checked the time.

My flight was in four hours.

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The divorce?

Would be final in two.

No chance to tell him in person.

Three hours to go.

I stood inside the Westbrook house Spencer bought me.

Outside, the river was dotted with glowing lanterns, floating off into the sea.

One of them was probably theirs.

I thought of what he said yesterday.

And laughed.

If he knew this was the last promise I’d ever wait on…

Would he have come?

I went back inside, glanced at my suitcase in the living room.

There wasn’t much in it.

There wasn’t much here, period.

This house was a parting gift.

One of many to make up for the pain.

So it felt right to leave it behind,