Man Mocks and Dumps Loyal Wife for Another Woman, Life Dumps Him Later – Story of the Day

The aroma of sizzling spices lingered in the air as I set the table, placing down a cocktail, a perfectly roasted chicken, and all of David’s favorite dishes. “Perfect,” I whispered, a smile tugging at my lips. Tonight was special — our fifth wedding anniversary. I had done everything to make it unforgettable.

“David, you’re back!” I called out as I heard the front door creak open.

But instead of a warm smile or a loving embrace, his eyes scanned me from head to toe, and the corners of his lips twisted in disgust.

“What the hell are you even wearing? You look fat in that,” he mocked. His words were like a slap across my face.

My heart plummeted. I bought this dress because he once told me how much he loved blue on me. “Oh… don’t you like it, honey?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s our fifth anniversary today… did you forget?”

“Of course not,” he snapped, his jaw clenched.

Relief fluttered in my chest. Maybe there was hope after all. But then he pulled an envelope from his pocket. I felt a flicker of excitement — I had mentioned how much I wanted to go to Paris for Christmas. Maybe… just maybe…

But when I tore open the envelope, my world shattered.

DIVORCE.

I stumbled back, my vision blurred by tears. “Tell me it’s a joke,” I whispered, but David’s laugh echoed in the room — a cold, heartless sound that made my blood freeze.

“I don’t have time for jokes,” he sneered. “I hate you.”

“Why?” I choked out, barely able to breathe.

“Just look at yourself,” he said, his eyes narrowing with disdain. “You’ve let yourself go. You’re nothing like the woman I married.”

I pleaded and begged him to stay. “We can fix this, David. We can go to therapy. I love you…”

But he was already packing.

“Therapist?” He scoffed. “Let me remind you — you’re the one who’s sick, not me.”

As he stormed through the hallway, I ran after him, trying to stop him. But then…

“Someone’s waiting for me in the car,” he said, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

“Who… who is it?”

“Jessica,” he said with a sickening pride. “My secretary. Always fit, polished, and sexy.”

I felt the air leave my lungs. “You were… cheating on me?”

“Bingo!” he smirked. “Two tickets to Paris — one for me, one for the future I deserve.”

And with that, he was gone.

Days blurred into weeks as I tried to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. I burned our wedding photos and all the memories we had built together. But the ache in my heart refused to leave.

Then, one day, my best friend Veronica showed up.

“Meg, I’ve been calling you all week!” she barked, concern etched across her face.

“He’s gone,” I whispered, my voice hollow.

“David? Good riddance!” she scoffed. “I warned you, Meg. He was a jerk.”

“But… how do I move on?”

“You pick up the pieces,” Veronica said, her eyes filled with determination, “and find happiness. The kind that doesn’t depend on someone else’s validation.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

With a mischievous grin, she grabbed my phone and installed a dating app.

“High time you stopped mourning the Titanic and boarded a new ship!”

I rolled my eyes but let her work her magic. And that’s how I met Robert.

A simple “Hi, you look gorgeous!” popped up on my screen one night. I was fresh out of the shower, with only a towel covering me and under-eye patches in place. Embarrassed, I panicked and shut the app.

But when his message appeared again the next morning, curiosity got the better of me.

“Hi, I’m Robert,” he typed. “But my friends call me Rob.”

“Megan,” I replied. “Friends call me Meg.”

“Nice to meet you, Meg.”

His words felt… different. Warm. Genuine. Before I knew it, he asked me out to dinner.

The scent of English roses and shea butter clung to my skin as I stood before the mirror that night, ready to meet Rob. My nerves danced in my stomach, but I was ready to take a chance.

But just as I was about to leave…

“Going somewhere tonight?” David’s voice echoed through the room as he swaggered in, uninvited.

“Just… out,” I murmured, clutching my purse tightly.

“Signed the papers yet?” His tone was laced with indifference.

“It’s in the other pocket,” I replied, my voice firm.

“Moving on already, are we?” he sneered, eyeing me up and down.

But for the first time in years… I didn’t care what he thought.

Rob was everything David wasn’t — kind, attentive, and genuine. He listened when I spoke and laughed at my silly jokes. After a few months of dating, he asked me to marry him.

“Ready to spend forever with me?” Rob whispered one evening, holding out a dazzling ring.

“Yes,” I breathed, tears of happiness filling my eyes.

Months later, as I sat at a restaurant waiting for Rob, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

“Megan.”

I turned around… and there he was. David.

“You look… great,” he mumbled, his confidence replaced with hesitation.

“I’m doing well,” I said, my voice calm and composed.

“Jessica and I… we’re separating,” he said, his eyes filled with regret.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, though I wasn’t.

“I made a mistake, Megan. Leaving you… was the biggest mistake of my life.”

Before I could respond, Rob’s voice echoed beside me.

“Excuse me, may I help you?”

David’s eyes widened as Rob extended his hand.

“I’m Rob, Megan’s fiancé.”

David’s face paled as reality set in.

“Ready to go, beautiful?” Rob asked, his warm gaze meeting mine.

“Yes,” I said, slipping my hand into his.

As we walked away, I felt an unfamiliar sense of peace wash over me. I was no longer shackled by the pain of my past.

David was nothing but a distant memory now. And as I walked toward my future, I knew one thing for sure — I had finally found the love I deserved.