My wife, Chloe, had a "one that got away." During my chemotherapy cycle, I was standing in the hospital lobby, opening my mobile banking app to pay my deductible. That was when I realized my savings account, which was supposed to have over $150,000, had a balance of exactly $0.25. My hands shook as I called Chloe. I couldn't believe my eyes. "Chloe, where did all the money in the account go?" Her background was incredibly noisy. I could hear the thumping bass of a rock band playing somewhere. "I let Julian borrow it for his art exhibition," Chloe said casually. "Once he gets famous, I'll make sure he pays you back." Before I could even reply, the line went dead. My thumb accidentally swiped over to Julian's Instagram, and his latest post popped up: “Shoutout to my bestie, Chloe, for the financial backing. Finally putting on my solo art exhibition! ” A cold, dead silence washed over my heart. The last lingering spark of love I had for Chloe vanished into thin air. But by the time my heart had completely turned to stone, Chloe came crawling back, crying and begging me to love her again.
Marrying Chloe was a dream I never thought would come true. Everyone in our social circle knew I had been crazy about her for years, willing to do absolutely anything for her. But Chloe’s world revolved entirely around Julian. To the outside world, she only ever defined herself as his "best friend." The day Julian announced he was in a relationship, Chloe got completely wasted at a bar. A friend called me, and I rushed over in a panic. I still remember how her pale cheeks were flushed that night. Her eyes, which usually looked right through me, were locked onto mine. "Leo, let’s get married. What do you say?" I knew she was just acting out of spite. But my years of unrequited love blinded me, and I agreed anyway. That very day, she dragged me to the courthouse for a quick marriage license, snapped a messy selfie to post on her Snapchat to announce the wedding, and then completely went off the grid. I went crazy looking for her. Finally, a mutual friend took pity on me and told me the truth: Chloe had taken our marriage certificate and barged into Julian's apartment, telling him that if he broke up with his new girlfriend, she would get a divorce from me immediately. The friend gave me a sympathetic look. A bitter taste filled my mouth. Once again, I had become the joke in their little drama. Chloe never took our marriage seriously. She spent every day hovering around Julian. Even as Julian's girlfriends changed one after another, she kept acting like she owned him, marking her territory. After that, Chloe barely even looked at me. She only called me when she was drunk and needed a ride. I handled all the chores and cooking. She treated our house like a hotel, spending her days working herself to the bone for Julian, while I was just her on-call, 24/7 butler. I lived in this dead-end, lonely marriage for three years.
Julian was an artist, but he had been struggling in the art scene for years without any real recognition. To boost his career, Chloe actively became his personal manager, taking full charge of his networking and expenses. According to her, Julian was an unrecognized genius. Nobody understood his art, yet he insisted on having the absolute best of everything. When she first came to my office crying and begging for money, I couldn't bear to see her tears, so I handed her my debit card. She was so happy that she kissed my cheek for the very first time. Back then, I was happy as an idiot, thinking our relationship was finally moving forward. At first, she just borrowed money. Later, she started dangling our "happy future" in front of me like a carrot, forcing me to fund Julian’s lavish lifestyle. "Leo, this is the last time. Help Julian out just this once, and we’ll settle down and live a quiet life, okay?" Every time she promised this, a small spark of hope would ignite in me, wishing she would finally give up on Julian and choose me. But it was all just a delusion. I worked myself to the bone to build a future for us, while she took my hard-earned cash to support Julian. Even when I collapsed and needed chemo, she still chose to stand by his side. And now, knowing damn well that this money was saved for my cancer treatment, she still took it to fund Julian's art gallery. Strangely, my heart didn't even hurt anymore. I just felt incredibly, deeply tired.
The person standing behind me in line cleared their throat impatiently. "Are you going to use the machine or what? I'm in a rush." I quickly took my card out, stepped aside, and bowed my head. "I'm sorry." The man looked like he wanted to snap at me, but when he saw how pale and sick I looked, he stopped himself. "Hey, it's fine. Take care of yourself, man. You don't look so good." That one sentence of kindness broke my defenses. For the first time, my absolute devotion to Chloe began to shatter. I had given Chloe everything over the years. But when had I ever taken care of myself? Did I really need a love like this? Sitting in the back of an Uber, I scrolled through my chat history with Chloe. The screen was filled with my long, nagging messages and bank transfer receipts. She barely ever texted me unless she was asking for money. At this moment, it felt like two souls were fighting inside my body—one wanting to keep sinking, and the other clearly seeing that she never loved me. As logic fought with emotion, my chest didn't ache with that familiar, suffocating pain anymore. My heart was telling me the truth: I really didn't love Chloe anymore. Still, it was hard to let go of so many years of feelings. But then I got home and heard the conversation coming from inside the apartment. "Chloe, how did you train a guy like Leo to be so perfect? Honestly, we're all so jealous." I stood silently at the door. Chloe’s dismissive voice drifted out. "My heart only belongs to Julian. If any of you actually want Leo, you can have him. I wouldn't even blink." Hearing the exact answer I expected, a mocking smile crept onto my face. I instinctively covered my chest. There was no pain, just a steady, calm heartbeat. Thank God. I really didn't love her anymore. A strange, peaceful calm settled over me. Right then, the door swung open. It was Chloe’s best friend, Harper. Harper gasped the second she saw me. "Leo!"
My eyes automatically drifted to Chloe. Her beautiful face still wore that familiar expression of arrogance and disdain—a look I had endured for six years. But this time, I caught a brief flash of panic in her eyes. But she quickly recovered, looking at me with a cold glare and raising her chin. "What are you staring at? Am I wrong?" For the first time in my life, I didn't argue. I walked straight into the bedroom. I didn't have much money left, so I decided to put this house on the market. It was time to finally start loving myself. I was on the phone with a real estate agent, sorting out the details, when someone pounded loudly on the door. "Leo, get out here!" My hands paused for a second before I went back to packing, completely ignoring her. "Leo, it was just a little bit of money! I'll pay you back later! Why are you giving me this silent treatment?" She said it so casually, as if she didn't know that money was literally keeping me alive. Seeing that I wasn't responding, Chloe spat out, "Leo, don't you dare regret this." The heavy front door slammed shut, leaving the apartment dead silent. I let out a long, slow sigh. The real estate agent was a really nice guy. The house was in a great location, so it sold quickly. Seeing that I was in a rush to move, he even helped me find a small rental near the hospital and set me up with a moving company. Once everything was packed, the movers came. I had decorated every inch of this home myself. I used to fantasize about our married life here—maybe we'd have a kid, maybe we'd laugh and cook together. But none of my dreams ever came true. My phone buzzed repeatedly on the counter. I looked down and saw "Wife" flashing on the screen. I picked up, and Chloe’s slurred, drunken voice blasted through the receiver. "Leo, come to the club and pick me up right now. Hurry up!" Before I could say a word, she hung up, just like she always did. I sighed. Maybe because I had strained myself packing, my bones were aching with a sharp, deep pain. I took a deep breath. I wanted to lay everything out clearly before checking into the hospital, so I pushed through the pain and drove to the club she pinned.
The flashing lights and deafening music in the club made my head pound. I walked up to the VIP lounge. I pushed the door open and saw Chloe draped intimately over Julian. She had a soft, sensual look on her face that I had never once seen at home. As I stood there, pale and exhausted, a guy next to them smirked and yelled, "Man, Chloe really has this guy whipped! One call and he runs right over. Unbelievable!" Julian looked at me with a mocking grin. "Chloe, your husband is so sweet. He's here to take you home. You should probably go with him." Chloe frowned and glared at me with pure annoyance. "It was just a game of Truth or Dare, and I lost. Why did you rush over here like an idiot? Get lost." She sat up, didn't even spare me a glance, and leaned back onto Julian's shoulder. Julian wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest while giving me a provocative smirk. I took a deep breath. For the first time, I felt genuinely disgusted by their little game. "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving." I turned around to leave without a shred of regret. But before I could close the door, a sharp sting hit my shoulder blade. I turned back. Chloe was standing under the dim lights, looking incredibly hurt. A shattered glass rolled on the floor. Why did she look so hurt? She had gotten exactly what she wanted. "Leo, you're an asshole!" My body froze, but I was just too tired. I didn't have the energy to play these mind games with her anymore. "Chloe, I'm done playing your games." With that, I walked away. I had already left the signed divorce papers in our old house. I didn't touch her things. If she saw them, she would sign. I was the one paying the mortgage on that house anyway; she just treated it like a free rental. I had even thought about adding her name to the deed once. What did she say back then? “Leo, I don't want your cheap suburban house. Our marriage was just an impulsive mistake anyway. I'm not that superficial. “ “I don't care about this place. Once Julian becomes a famous artist, I'll be living in a mansion.” Back then, those words felt like a bucket of ice water poured over my burning heart. But now, I was actually glad. At least I had a house to sell, or I'd literally be waiting to die. It was almost funny. I made over $100,000 a year, yet I had to sell my house just to pay for my cancer treatment. But at least I woke up in time to save myself. The agent was efficient, and the new rental was perfect. That night, as soon as I lay down, my phone started buzzing insanely. I answered, and Chloe screamed into the phone, sounding completely hysterical. "Leo! Why did you leave tonight? Why didn't you take me with you?" Her angry demands made me want to laugh. How was she the one playing the victim here? "Chloe, I'm a human being, not your dog." "I'm tired, Chloe. So tired." The line went quiet, with only her faint breathing on the other end. Looking out at the streetlights, I let out a weary sigh. "Let's just end this. Let's get a divorce."
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