Pretend to Say You Love Me

Outside the courthouse, Michelle, William's landlady, fainted. He abandoned me to take her, freshly divorced, to the hospital. I didn't cry or make a scene. After tidying up, I saw a post from Michelle with a picture of William leaning on her hospital bed, captioned, "Now that I'm divorced, I can finally be with you openly."

I liked the post and commented, "Wishing you eight babies." Then I packed my things and moved out.