Forget Me Dine, Forewell Forever
on the floor and me standing over her.
It was the perfect scene for Evelyn to play the victim.
Commotion erupted as the woman called for help, and before I knew it, Liam stormed into the bathroom. His eyes locked on me, and they were filled with the kind of fury I had once hoped he would reserve for those who wronged me–not for me.
“What are you doing, Amelia?” he demanded, his voice sharp and cold.
Then he came to Evelyn, with her perfect plan, Evelyn started to play victim on me.
“I just came to freshen up, but she suddenly attacked me,” she said as her crocodile tears flowed from her eyes. Liam was directly mad at me, “You planned this, didn’t you? You knew there wouldn’t be any cameras in the bathroom, so you thought you’d get away with it.”
I stared at him, stunned by how easily he believed Evelyn’s story
“You’re stupid, Liam,” I said, my voice shaking with restrained fury. “Stupid and blind. You believe this bitch more than the woman who was your wife for three years? Why haven’t you even tried to find out the truth at all?!”
He took a step closer, his final words slicing through me like a dagger. “I don’t care,” he said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion. “Just disappear from my life forever.”
Those words echoed in my mind. That was the moment I realized Liam had made his choice, a choice that did
not include Theodore or me
I was glad I had chosen to give up on him, leaving him alone with his stupidity.
I turned on my heel, picked up Theodore from the playground, and carried him to the car.
As I drove away from the restaurant, tears flowed freely down my face, blurring my vision.
Theodore’s soft snores from the back seat were the only comfort I had, a reminder of the one person who still needed me, who still loved me unconditionally.
But as I drove, a new thought began to take root in my mind. Leaving Liam quietly would not be enough.
He had discarded us, treated us like nothing. If he could be so heartless, then he deserved to feel the weight of
his actions.
I took a detour, driving to a cliff well–known as a site where many had come to end their lives.
My hands trembled as I removed one of Theodore’s tiny shoes. Then, I took off my wedding ring, and placed both items on a large rock at the edge of the cliff.
With shaky hands, I snapped a photo of the shoe and the ring, the jagged rocks and rushing river below serving as a grim backdrop.
I attached the image to a text message addressed to Liam. [You forced me to do this, Liam.]
But it was not Liam who saw the message first–it was Evelyn. She sat beside him in the car as they drove home.
“Is she really…?” Evelyn asked, her voice laced with fake disbelief but underlined by a flicker of unease.
Liam frowned and pulled the car over, taking the phone from her hands to see the attached photo.
But then he turned to Evelyn, who had already started trembling–her performance flawless as always. Liam, oblivious to her deceit, wrapped his arms around her protectively. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and detached. “It’s her choice. It’s not our fault.”
Evelyn’s lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smile as she buried her face in Liam’s chest, hiding her satisfaction
Her scheme had worked, and she knew it. But she played her part perfectly, pretending to be shaken by my supposed ‘suicide.”
Meanwhile, I sat in my car, watching the message go from delivered to read. Liam did not respond, confirming what I already knew–he was as heartless as ever.
Without hesitation, I threw my sim card and deleted every trace of him from my phone.
I left the cliff behind, driving away not toward despair but toward freedom.
