{"id":116668,"date":"2025-03-10T08:25:08","date_gmt":"2025-03-10T01:25:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/?p=116668"},"modified":"2025-03-10T09:02:50","modified_gmt":"2025-03-10T02:02:50","slug":"man-mocks-and-dumps-loyal-wife-for-another-woman-life-dumps-him-later-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/man-mocks-and-dumps-loyal-wife-for-another-woman-life-dumps-him-later-story-of-the-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Man Mocks and Dumps Loyal Wife for Another Woman, Life Dumps Him Later \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

“This marriage is over…even if you sculpted yourself into an hourglass, I won’t lay a fingernail on you!” David fat-shames his wife, Megan, and dumps her for his secretary. But soon, fate turns things around and David reaps the consequences of his actions.
\n $\"\"$ The aroma of sizzling spices hung in the air as Megan hummed a love song. She set the table with a cocktail, chicken roast, and every delicacy David loved. “Perfect!” she sighed with a smile, her fingers grazing over the table adorned with white silk.\n

David was set to arrive any minute. He hadn’t called or told her anything. But she knew he would be home\u2014on the day of their fifth wedding anniversary.\n

Oh, I hope he hasn’t forgotten\u2026No, I’m sure David is on his way from the airport. He was supposed to return today from his business trip…\n

Anxiety and joy hammered in her veins when the front door creaked open, a rusty hinge groaning like a funeral cry. Megan couldn’t help but smile as David stepped in. His face, usually etched with tired smiles, bore an uncanny joy.\n

“David, you’re back!” Megan exclaimed. He barely acknowledged her, his gaze raking over her like a spotlight searching for flaws. He didn’t tell her she looked good. David never complimented Megan for anything. In a cranny of her heart, she hoped he would say at least something nice about how she looked today, only for the crimson on her cheeks to instantly fade.\n

“What the hell are you even wearing? You look fat in this!” David mocked.\n
Megan’s smile crumpled and died like a fragile butterfly. Her eyes met his icy stare, and she couldn’t think of why the pink satin dress she wore didn’t please him.\n
“Oh, why? Don’t you like this dress, honey? It’s our anniversary today,” she whispered, her voice barely audible like a plea lost in the wind. “Did you…did you forget?”\n
A humorless chuckle, devoid of warmth, escaped David’s lips. “Of course not,” he clenched his jaws. He reached inside his blazer, his fingers brushing against something hidden.\n
A flicker of hope sparkled in Megan’s eyes. She thought those were tickets to Paris. She’d told David she wanted to holiday in Paris during Christmas.\n
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“I have something for you,” he said. He pulled out an envelope from his pocket, and Megan’s heart plummeted like a stone dropped in a well when she grabbed it and pulled out the contents. It wasn’t a gift, not the kind she’d hoped for.\n
The smile she’d fought so hard to maintain finally shattered, and her eyes welled with tears that refused to fall. “What is this, David?” Megan shakily asked.\n
“It’s a present…for you!” he scoffed. “Don’t you like the surprise, honey?”\n
Blinded by tears, Megan stumbled forward, her hand reaching for David’s. “I thought these were the tickets to Paris…wha-what is this?”\n
“Read, Megan,” David drawled, his voice devoid of the warmth or love of a husband who was supposed to celebrate his wedding anniversary. “Have you forgotten to read?”\n
The unforgiving and cruel word\u2014DIVORCE\u2014stabbed her eyes. Five years of love and dreams were reduced to two brutal syllables.\n
“Tell me it’s a joke…” Megan whispered, tears waiting to stream down her cheeks. “You’re joking, right, David?”\n
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“Joke?” David’s laugh echoed in the room like a monstrous bark. “I don’t have the time to joke around with you. Because…I hate you. Hear me? I hate every single minute I see your damn ugly face!”\n
“Filing,” he spat. “Packing. Moving on\u2014that’s what I’ve come here today for, my dear soon-to-be ex-wife!”\n
“Please, no. This can’t be…” Megan whispered, hope fluttering in her like a wounded bird.\n
“It’s over. I can’t do this with you anymore. I can’t lie to myself,” David frowned. “I’m here to take my things and go.”\n
His words pierced Megan like a bullet. She wished this was a big, bad dream. But the sounds of the clock ticking in the room and David’s heavy breaths told her otherwise. This was no dream. She was living a nightmare.\n
“Why?” Megan forced a whisper out of her mouth.\n
“Why?” David scowled. “Just look at yourself in the mirror…you will know why.”\n
“Five years,” Megan spat, her voice seething with tears and fury. “Five years I held this marriage together, stitch by stitch, while you were off chasing money in foreign lands! What about all those promises, David? Do you recall our vows on that sun-drenched beach when you slipped the ring on my finger? Where did they go? Lost in your luggage on some forgotten layover?”\n
David stood unmoved like a granite statue. His eyes held nothing but a chilling emptiness, and there was clearly no room for poor Megan in his heart anymore.\n
“We can fix this,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “We can work through it together. Please, don’t do this to me. I can’t live without you. You’re all I’ve got, David. You’re my only family. Please don’t leave me.”\n
“Family?” he scoffed, the word tasting foreign on his tongue. “My family died with your parents in that damn crash, Megan. They vanished two years ago, leaving me with nothing but the ashes of your expectations. Do you know how I bust myself off day and night to earn money? You can’t even find a job. Look at you! Who’s gonna hire you anyway?”\n
Her tears fell like rain on a parched land as David’s cold words sliced through her heart like a sharp Bowie knife.\n
“Just packing and leaving today. I’m done with you. You can stay here…be glad your dead parents at least left you this house,” he frowned. “Taking what’s mine and leaving.”\n
“No, no, no…David please,” Megan burst into tears. “This can’t be real. David, please don’t do this. You’re breaking me.”\n
“Welcome to reality, Megan,” David said with a cruel curl of his lips.\n
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“David, please…we can visit a therapist together. Maybe sort things out. Why are you doing this to me? I love you…” Megan ran after David, trying to stop him from loading his clothes and essentials into his bag.\n
“Therapist?” he jeered. “No amount of couch-cushioning can fix the mess you’ve made of this marriage. And let me remind you\u2014you’re the one who’s sick, not me!”\n
His words pierced Megan’s heart like poisoned daggers. “Maybe you’re the one who needs therapy, Megan,” David added.\n
Megan’s breath got caught in her throat. She couldn’t believe David would call her ‘sick’ for her inability to give him a child. She thought they’d talked about this several times.\n
She thought David had understood the pain she was going through as a woman. She’d trusted him when he’d promised he would wait until she was healthy enough to conceive again after the fateful miscarriage two years ago, around the same time they lost their parents.\n
“David, why…” she stammered. “Maybe we could see Dr. Thompson again. He helped us before.”\n
“He couldn’t save a sinking ship, Megan,” David’s laugh echoed in the room, shattering her fragile hope.\n
“This ship,” he continued, his voice low and dangerous, “has already sunk now. And you, my dear, were the captain who steered it straight into the rocks. Let me tell you again\u2014it’s not about the baby. It’s about you. And I don’t like you anymore.”\n
Megan’s legs began to tremble. Her heart was a mess of emotions. “Why?” she whispered. “Why, David? Why?”\n
But David turned his back and stormed across the hallway with his bag. “I don’t owe you explanations. This marriage is over. And I’m finally free,” he said, reaching for the door.\n
Megan’s heart raced like a herd of zebras on seeing a blood-thirsty lion. “Please, no, no, David. Please don’t leave me,” she cried.\n
But nothing would melt David. Yet, Megan ran after him and stood in his way before he could open the door. “Wait, David,” she pleaded, her voice ragged with tears. “Just one chance. Please. I haven’t done anything wrong…”\n
“Of course you have,” he spat.\n
“What do you mean?” she cried, confusion twisting her features. A lifetime of memories flickered past, each one a testament to her devotion. “I love you, David. I did everything for you…how could you say this to me?”\n
“Oh, really?” he hissed. “You were always pushing for your damn babies when I wasn’t even ready. Then you got pregnant and had a miscarriage. And now, you can’t even give me a baby when I want one. People are saying things behind my back. They think I have a problem when the real problem is…YOU!”\n
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“David…?” Megan choked, the question hanging heavy in the air. “But…I thought we discussed it. I’m undergoing treatment for that. I’m healing…and those medicines I’m taking won’t bring about a miraculous change overnight. It takes time,” she whispered.\n
“I can’t wait. Besides, I have better choices, Megan,” he scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.\n
“Choices? What do you mean? What must I do to make you stay?” she cried.\n
“No time for your stupid games, alright?” David, his face etched with a cruel indifference, brushed past Megan.\n
“Besides, someone is waiting for me in the car,” he continued, his eyes glinting with a strange spark of joy. Megan’s tears spilled like a dam bursting. She could partially guess what was going on.\n
“Wh-who is it?” she stammered.\n
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“Someone who appreciates a man who isn’t afraid to move on,” David’s lips curved into a cold, predatory smile. “Someone who understands me better and doesn’t keep nagging all the time.”\n
“Who?” Megan choked, her voice barely audible through the fog of tears. “David, who is it? Why are you doing this to me?”\n
His smirk widened, cruel and unsettling. He raked her from head to toe, the once-loving gaze now cold and frustrated. “Really? You don’t know why?”\n
“Look at yourself, Megan,” David mocked. “You’ve let yourself go, lost all that beauty I once adored. Layers of fat have taken over your hourglass figure. Oh, don’t get me started now…But let me break it to you\u2014it’s someone both of us know.”\n
Each word felt like a whiplash across her soul as Megan looked him in the eye. “Jessica!” David continued. “My secretary, remember? Always fit, polished, and sexy!”\n
The air thickened with his unspoken comparison, a suffocating fog of betrayal. The Paris tickets, the broken promises, and his hatred\u2014it all clicked into place, a shard of truth piercing her heart.\n
“You were… cheating on me?” Megan stammered, tears tracing hot tracks down her pale cheeks. “With your secretary, Jessica?”\n
“Bingo!” David snapped, his eyes gleaming with sickening joy. “Two tickets, one for me, one for the future I deserve.” He grabbed his suitcase and swung the door open.\n
“David, wait!” Megan choked, scrambling after him. “Please, don’t do this. Don’t leave me…”\n
“There’s nothing left, Megan,” he turned to her with a chilling stare that lacked the love and warmth Megan once saw in his eyes. “Only ashes of a broken marriage!”\n
“It can’t all be over just like that,” Megan pleaded, her voice raw and hoarse. She shoved the wedding album at him, the leather worn thin, the pictures yellowed from years of love.\n
“Remember these beaches, David? Our vows, whispered in the breeze? Have you forgotten?” She held up her wedding ring, the diamond glinting like a cruel eye. “Without you, I’m…” she choked, the word “lost” refusing to escape her lips as she grabbed David’s bag.\n
“Let go, Megan,” David hissed. “It’s over. I don’t love you. Maybe you need to prioritize other things in your life. How about visiting a dietician, huh? Trim that spare tire, learn some control over food…and maybe you could find a fool to play your love games with. I’m done with you…and this marriage!”\n
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Tears dried up, replaced by a flicker of steel in her gaze. “I’ll do anything,” she pleaded, her voice regaining its edge. “Just don’t leave.”\n
“This marriage, Megan, is over,” David scowled. “Even if you sculpted yourself into an hourglass, I won’t lay a fingernail on you! It’s as simple as that. You’re boring…ugly, the dullest, most annoying wife on earth.”\n
“And don’t forget the damn papers!” David’s voice echoed as he slammed the door shut and left Megan with a suffocating silence. She sank to her knees, the plush rug swallowing her sobs. “Boring,” “pathetic,” “unwanted” \u2014 the labels, once unthinkable, now clung to her like a barbed-wire fence.\n
Megan was so mad at David that she ordered three boxes of pizza and sausages for dinner. She replaced her diet Coke with a regular. She ate like a starving beast that night and cried herself to sleep on the couch.\n
This isn’t the end, Megan whispered after waking up with a start. The clock struck three in the morning. Megan couldn’t sleep a wink after that. She wanted to set her memories on fire. Although gone, David still haunted her mind and soul like a predator stalking its prey in the wilderness.\n
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Days bled into nights. A cluttered mess of pizza boxes, red wine stains, and tissues sodden with tears littered the floor. Megan had no patience or heart to clean.\n
She clung to her childhood plushie, its worn fur offering her the much-needed comfort. Megan shut herself away from the outside world. She didn’t want people calling her names behind her back or blaming her for her failed marriage.\n
A voicemail from her friend Veronica shattered the stillness as Megan hogged on a slice of leftover pizza from last night. It had gone stale, but she was hungry and too exhausted to cook.\n
As the day wore on, Megan gathered her wedding photos and trinkets in an iron bucket. With a trembling hand, she doused them in gasoline and set them ablaze.\n
It ached her heart to watch the hungry flames graze her precious memories. Megan snatched a saucepan of water and doused the fire, leaving only a smoldering heap of ash and half-burnt photos. She sighed. She was at least able to save this much.\n
Suddenly, a sharp knock startled her. Megan quickly rubbed her raw and red-rimmed eyes when her best friend Veronica walked in. “What’s wrong with you, Meg?” she barked. “I’ve been calling you all week. Not a damn reply to any of my texts. What the hell’s wrong with you?”\n
“He’s gone,” Megan choked, the words tumbling out like broken glass. “Left me for another woman.”\n
“David? Well, not surprised, Meg,” Veronica said, gently placing her hand on Megan’s shoulder. “He wasn’t exactly Prince Charming on a white horse. He’s a jerk! I warned you, didn’t I?”\n
The truth, sharp and unexpected, pierced Megan’s heart. Had she been so blinded by love that she missed the cracks in her own marriage? Had she been so drowned in love that she failed to see who David was on the inside?\n
“This isn’t your ending, Meg,” Veronica added. “It’s just a new beginning. I know what you must be feeling now. But trust me…trash those emotions. He doesn’t deserve a single tear from your eye.”\n
“You may be right,” Megan said. “But how do I…how do I move on? How do I forget him? I loved him, Ronnie. It’s not that easy. It’s like he promised me a beautiful voyage at sea. He blindfolded me and led me by my hands. And then when I open my eyes…he’s gone. David’s gone,” Megan cried into Veronica’s shoulders.\n
Veronica’s gaze swept over the messy apartment, landing on the tear-stained tissues, stale pizza boxes, and the overflowing ashtray. “Megan, honey,” she said, her voice firm but laced with concern, “\u2026you look like hell. Look what you’ve done to yourself. Please…you don’t deserve this. You need to stop thinking of him.”\n
“I’m okay,” Megan flinched, her eyes puffy and red.\n
“Okay?” Veronica scoffed and arched her brows. “You need a doctor, girl, not empty reassurances. You need help. For once, stop thinking about that cheater.”\n
“It’s not that easy, Veronica. I loved him. Truly loved him.”\n
“Love or not, Megan,” Veronica hugged Megan tightly. “this isn’t the life you’d always dreamed of. You need to think about yourself…about your life. You’re only 34. But look at you…”\n
“Sometimes,” Veronica continued, her voice firming, “letting go is harder than holding on, but it’s also the only way to heal, Meg.”\n
Megan nodded, her tears soaking into Veronica’s shoulder. “I know,” she whispered, the pain raw in her voice. “I just… I blame myself for everything. For not controlling my diet. For overeating. I could never be the wife David wanted.”\n
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“Cut it out, Meg,” Veronica whispered. “Blaming yourself won’t change anything. He left, and you can’t force someone to stay. You deserve better\u2014not someone who only sees how big your bra cups are getting! He needs to get a life, girl. You’re amazing the way you are!”\n
“He worshipped me once,” Megan sobbed, her voice raw with heartbreak, “and now… I’m just another broken doll on his shelf. Another unwanted…used…freaking doll.”\n
Veronica pulled back, her eyes filled with fierce determination. “You, Megan,” she sternly said, “…are not a broken doll. You’re a strong, beautiful woman who deserves more than scraps of affection from a man who never truly saw you. Who left you for some damn chick in his office.”\n
“But… what do I do now?” Megan looked up, a flicker of hope igniting in her eyes.\n
“You pick up the pieces, sweetheart,” Veronica smiled. “You rebuild, rediscover yourself, and find happiness…the kind that doesn’t depend on someone else’s validation.”\n
“How am I gonna do that?” Megan turned to her. “No man will like me…looking like a blob of meat.”\n
“Honey, there’s a whole ocean of men online,” Veronica declared. “Even real ones, with hearts that aren’t wilted like David’s. Real men who love a woman head to bottom. Real men who would love you…not your appearance.”\n
Megan curled her lip, a flicker of doubt extinguishing the spark of hope. “Are you sure, Ronnie? Dating…online? Would a guy still want to date a woman like me\u2026dealing with a broken marriage?”\n
Veronica snatched Megan’s phone, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “High time you stopped mourning the Titanic and boarded a new ship, girl!” With a flurry of taps, she installed a dating app and created a profile that made Megan’s breath hitch.\n
“Go on, try it, girl,” Veronica winked, pressing the phone into Megan’s hand. “Enjoy life, meet someone new. You deserve it. You deserve to be happy…not whine over some damn guy who deserted you.”\n
Megan stared at her profile picture. She thought she looked gorgeous. After Veronica left, Megan couldn’t shake her head off meeting someone online.\n
That night, takeout burgers and lukewarm Coke were Megan’s party pals. Sprawled on the couch, she clicked on the app, a nervous flutter in her chest.\n
Her thumb grazed a button, and suddenly, her face filled the screen. Megan rehearsed a smile, seeing herself on the phone screen. Yet she didn’t know a secret admirer was watching her from the other side. Due to a minor glitch in her network, she couldn’t see the man’s face and thought she was alone online.\n
“Hi, you look gorgeous!” a message suddenly popped up, sending Megan into a tailspin. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes bulged. She was just out of the shower, with only a towel clothing her body, and under eye patches.\n
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With a panicked swipe, Megan shut down the app, flinging the phone onto the couch. Nails digging into her palms, she took a ragged breath. Curiosity sprawled her heart like a stubborn seaweed. She slipped into her clothes and returned online as her fingers grazed the chat box.\n
“Did I scare you off?” a stranger still waiting for her asked in a low rumble as soon as Megan’s face appeared on the screen. “Sorry about the ‘gorgeous’ comment. I didn’t mean to\u2014”\n
Megan felt her cheeks flush again, but it wasn’t just embarrassment this time. Like a mischievous kitten, curiosity peeked through the cracks of her fear when she saw the guy smiling at her.\n
“It’s\u2026okay,” she replied, her eyes glistening with anxiety. “I’m just not used to this.”\n
“Neither am I,” he laughed. “But hey, who knows, maybe we can get used to it together?”\n
A sly smile flickered on Megan’s face. The world outside the screen once shrouded in shadows, seemed to shimmer with a new, uncertain light. Maybe\u2026just maybe, this was the kind of guy she needed to help her heal…to help her fill the cracks in her heart.\n
The man on the other side introduced himself as Robert. “Call me Rob!” he said, holding out his hand. And in that virtual handshake, Megan felt a spark ignite, a flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished.\n
“Megan,” she replied. “Friends call me Meg!”\n
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“Nice to meet you, Meg!” Robert continued as Megan felt herself floating in the air in a fantasy world where butterflies and dandelions were the size of mammoths. She was so thrilled. Robert’s smile, voice, and everything about him told her\u2014’What if…what if he’s the one?’\n
“You have such a beautiful smile, Meg,” Robert added. “I couldn’t help but keep admiring you when you first came online!”\n
A nervous cough escaped Megan’s lips as she plastered a smile. The man’s compliment sent a blush creeping up her neck. “First timer here\u2026accidentally clicked a button. Next thing I know, I’m streaming live!” she laughed, her cheeks hot with embarrassment.\n
“Gorgeous mistake,” Robert teased. “Don’t worry, you look stunning, live or not. You’re just perfect!”\n
Megan’s laugh was genuine this time, a bubble of relief rising through her anxiety. Something about Robert, she didn’t know if it was his smile, his flattering speech, or politeness, struck her.\n
“How about I make it up to you?” he asked, his eyes sparkling. “Dinner tonight? My treat.”\n
“Yes,” Megan breathed, her heart skipping a beat. She didn’t know where she mustered the courage to tell it. And there were no regrets. She was excited to meet this man.\n
Robert’s smile widened before he winked. “See you at eight, then, at La Caf\u00e9 Bean. Can’t wait to meet you properly, Megan.”\n
Megan’s stomach fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. Never had a date felt so exhilarating, so…unknown. And so romantic\u2026even if their bodies didn’t touch.\n