The Day I Stopped Caring, She Regretted

After six years of marriage, my wife Vivian Williams suddenly posted on social media:

"Well, well—look who's here. Sore loser still won't admit it, wants a rematch?"

The photo showed a young guy in a skull-print tee, pouting with a scowl, cross-legged in a gaming chair.

That was Leo Miller, the new artist her company had just signed.

I was staring at the screen in a daze when a mutual friend commented below:

“Vivian! You forgot to switch accounts!”

A few seconds later, Vivian's post disappeared entirely. But not long after, the exact same post showed up on Leo's Instagram.