Ex-wife, I Don’t Need Your Charity for Love!

Rosalie leaned her head on my shoulder. "Colton, we haven't gone out in forever. How about the amusement park tomorrow?"

I grunted in agreement.

The next day, I waited forever for Rosalie outside her office building.

While waiting, I bumped into an old man selling flowers and bought a bunch of her favorite red roses.

Holding the bright roses, I stood outside her office for what felt like ages.

I tried to call her, but the line was always busy. She didn't reply to my texts either.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a bitter laugh, realizing Rosalie wasn't going to show.

Then, I left the flowers at her company's reception desk.

It was a while before Rosalie finally called.

There was a lot of background noise, and I could intermittently hear Shawn's voice.

Rosalie quickly made an excuse, "Sorry, Colton. Something came up, and I can't make it today."

I just grunted and hung up.

Rosalie's ongoing lies and excuses felt like they were pushing us further apart.

At 10 p.m., news flooded social media of Shawn and a woman entering a hotel.

Even though the woman in the viral photos was blurred, I recognized the wedding ring and that unique bracelet.

My fingers paused, and I felt numb.

The glaring headlines pounded in my head: "Finance Genius and His Powerful CEO Girlfriend", "From Childhood Friends to Real-Life Romance," "Not Just His Girlfriend, His Fiancée."

The screen was filled with similar headlines.

I stared at the screen, unblinking, until my eyes began to burn, and then I closed them.

Rosalie didn't say a word in response, and her silence was all the answer I needed.

Shawn sent me a smug emoji and a photo of him and Rosalie getting it on.

It hit me hard. I felt totally sick.

My stomach turned, and I bolted for the bathroom.

I threw up everything, and with each blink, I could see them together, naked.

That image just wouldn't leave my head. It was disgusting.

When Rosalie came in, she found me puking by the toilet.

She frowned slightly. "What's wrong with you?"

The vomiting had my eyes red and watery.

"Rosalie, please, just stop making me feel sick," I said.

Her face twisted in anger as she shouted, "What's your problem now? I didn't mean to bail on you. It's not like I planned for this to happen!"

I scoffed and flashed the photo of her and Shawn entering the hotel on my phone. "Don't tell me that isn't you."

She stumbled over her words, struggling to explain.

Out of excuses, Rosalie put on her cutthroat business face. "Whether it's me or not, what does it matter? You think so low of me? Don't smear your filthy thoughts on me and Shawn."

I snorted to myself. Her irrational ways never changed. I thought, "She sounds cozy with Shawn. Does she even remember who her husband is?"

I confronted her, "What exactly is going on between you two?"

Actually, I wanted to ask what kind of relationship would justify being in bed together.

I grabbed her shoulders tightly and yelled, "Who's the filthy one here, you or us?"

Rosalie wrenched away from my grip. "Keep this up, and I swear I'll divorce you!"

I lost track of how many times she'd used divorce to threaten me over Shawn.

Anyway, throwing out the divorce card always shut me up. It never failed her.