Man Mocks and Dumps Loyal Wife for Another Woman, Life Dumps Him Later

“This relationship is finished…even if you reshaped yourself into a perfect figure, I wouldn’t even touch you with a fingertip!” David cruelly insulted his wife, Megan, for her weight and abandoned her for his assistant. But soon, destiny took an unexpected turn, and David faced the results of his heartless choices.

The enticing scent of sizzling spices filled the air as Megan carefully placed a cocktail, roasted chicken, and all of David’s favorite dishes on the table. “Just right,” she murmured with satisfaction.

“What on earth are you wearing? That outfit makes you look huge!” David scoffed.

“Why? Don’t you like it, darling? It’s our fifth wedding anniversary,” Megan whispered, her voice so soft it was nearly drowned by the tension in the air. “Did you forget?”

“Of course not,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

A flicker of hope ignited in Megan’s eyes. She assumed the envelope he held contained tickets to Paris—something she had been longing for, hoping to visit during Christmas.

“I got you something,” he said, pulling out the envelope from his pocket.

Blinded by emotion, she hurried forward. “I thought these were tickets to Paris…What is this?”

The harsh, merciless word—DIVORCE—burned her vision. “Please tell me this isn’t real…” Megan choked out, tears spilling from her eyes.

David’s laughter echoed through the room, sharp and merciless. “I don’t joke about things like this. The truth is…I despise you.”

“Why?” Megan’s voice trembled as she forced the question from her lips.

“Why?” David sneered. “Take a look in the mirror. You’ll understand.”

“We can fix this,” she pleaded, her voice fragile and broken.

“No, I’m packing my bags and leaving today. I’ve had enough of you,” he said without emotion.

“David, please…we can go to counseling, work through this together. I still love you…” Megan rushed after him, desperate to stop him from shoving his belongings into a suitcase.

“Counseling?” he scoffed. “Let me remind you—YOU’RE the one with a problem, not me!”

Without hesitation, David stormed through the hallway with his luggage. “I owe you no explanations. This marriage is done. I’m finally free,” he declared as he reached for the door handle.

“Don’t go, David. Please,” Megan begged.

“I don’t have time for your pathetic drama,” he snapped, his face filled with nothing but cruelty. “Besides, someone’s waiting for me in the car.” His eyes gleamed with excitement.

Megan’s breath hitched. “Who? Who is waiting for you?” Her voice cracked under the weight of heartbreak.

David smirked, looking her up and down. “Take a good look at yourself, Megan. The woman I once admired is gone. You’ve allowed yourself to become unrecognizable. You were once beautiful, but now you’re just… this.”

He let out a chuckle. “Jessica,” he continued. “My secretary. Remember her? Always in shape, always put-together, always stunning.”

“You’ve been unfaithful?” Megan’s voice wavered as her face turned pale. “With Jessica?”

“Exactly!” David grinned, unashamed. “Two tickets. One for me, and one for the future I truly deserve.” He grabbed his suitcase and flung the door open.

“Don’t forget to sign those divorce papers!” His words hung in the air before the door slammed shut, leaving Megan surrounded by an unbearable silence.

This isn’t the end, Megan thought, gasping for air as she awoke from her daze.

As the hours passed, she gathered her wedding pictures and sentimental keepsakes, tossing them into a metal bucket. With a trembling grip, she doused them in gasoline and set them aflame.

A sudden knock on the door startled her. It was her best friend, Veronica. “Meg, what’s wrong with you?” she demanded. “I’ve been trying to reach you all week.”

“He’s gone,” Megan barely managed to say, the words crumbling like shattered glass. “He left me for another woman.”

“David? Honestly, I’m not surprised,” Veronica sighed. “He’s always been awful! Didn’t I warn you?”

“You might be right,” Megan admitted. “But how do I move forward?”

“Honey,” Veronica said, worry in her voice. “You look exhausted. You need medical attention. Stop wasting your thoughts on that loser.”

“It’s not that simple, Veronica. I truly loved him,” Megan murmured, resting her head on her friend’s shoulder. “What do I do now?”

“You rebuild yourself,” Veronica encouraged her. “…and you find joy that doesn’t rely on someone else’s approval.”

“How?” Megan asked, her heart aching.

Veronica grabbed Megan’s phone with a playful glint in her eye. “Enough crying over a sinking ship! Time to find something new!” She tapped away, setting up a dating profile before Megan could protest.

“You deserve happiness…not heartbreak over a man who abandoned you,” Veronica grinned, handing back the phone.

That evening, curled up on the couch, Megan hesitantly opened the app, feeling both nervous and uncertain.

“Hey, you look stunning!” A message popped up, catching her off guard. Wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the shower, she gasped.

Panicked, she exited the app, tossing her phone aside.

But another message appeared. “Did I scare you off?” a deep voice chuckled.

“It’s…fine,” she responded. “I’m just not used to this.”

“Neither am I,” he laughed. “But maybe we can figure it out together?”

The man introduced himself as Robert. “Call me Rob!” he said warmly.

“Megan,” she responded. “Friends call me Meg.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Meg!” His voice had a comforting charm. “You have an incredible smile.”

“Honestly, I clicked the wrong button and ended up live-streaming,” she admitted, blushing.

“How about I make it up to you?” Rob suggested, his voice playful. “Dinner tonight?”

“Yes,” Megan breathed, her heart pounding.

“Great. Meet me at La Café Bean at eight,” he said with a wink.

After a hot shower, Megan stood before her mirror, the scent of English roses and shea butter clinging to her skin. A dash of mascara, a soft blush, and a spritz of perfume—just enough to highlight her natural beauty.

She was ready.

But just as she reached for the doorknob, she froze. Her excitement vanished when David suddenly barged in.

“Moving day, sweetheart,” he sneered. “Heading somewhere?”

“Just…out,” she replied, gripping her purse tightly.

“Did you sign the papers yet?” he asked coldly.

“In my bag,” she muttered, her throat dry.

Megan’s phone buzzed. A message from Robert asking if she needed a ride.

“Already moving on, huh?” David smirked. “Think I wouldn’t notice this…sudden transformation?”

Before she could respond, he stepped closer. “No matter who you find, they’ll leave. You’re dull and unattractive, and no amount of makeup can change that.”

“You’re wrong,” Megan whispered, her voice steady despite the tears threatening to fall. “I may be hurting, but I am not worthless.”

Annoyed, David ripped the necklace from her neck, snapping the chain.

“That was my wedding gift,” she murmured.

“Think of it as rent—like our marriage. Paid for, used, and thrown away.” He turned on his heel and left.

Shaken, Megan clutched her phone. Skipping her date felt like the easy way out. But giving in to sorrow was worse. Taking a deep breath, she stepped outside and waved down a taxi.

At La Café Bean, her heart sank when she saw an empty table.

“Where’s my date? Rob?” she asked anxiously.

“He stepped out, miss,” a waiter informed her.

Just as disappointment settled in, Rob appeared, holding a bouquet of lilies. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “I had to step out to get these.”

Before she could thank him, she sneezed.

“Bless you!” Rob chuckled. “Didn’t know you were allergic to flowers.”

They laughed together, and for the first time in a long while, Megan felt whole.

Months later, she ran into David again.

“Megan, I made a mistake,” he confessed. “Please take me back.”

But before she could reply, Rob’s voice interrupted.

“I’m Rob. Megan’s fiancé.”

With a smile, Megan linked arms with Rob and walked away, leaving David drowning in regret.