Adiós, Perdedor

After seven years of marriage, I decisively divorced Neal, leaving him to face the consequences. I could see live comments that were invisible to everyone else. Seven years ago, I fell for him instantly. Driven by those comments, I persisted in warming his cold heart. Yet seven years later, over a video of a muscular man, he forced me out of the car on the highway, ending my devotion. Even after a severe accident, he let his ex torment me and flaunted their intimacy to hurt me. I grew weary of this cycle of cruelty and pursuit. This pain-based bond sickened me. From the first disappointment, I planned my exit. I filed for divorce, vanished, and remarried far beyond his reach. His tears and regrets never made me look back.