Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 84

Chapter 7

The chat window from my former coworkers suddenly popped up on my screen, instantly overwhelming me with a flood of exclamation points and a handful of memes that had clearly been circulated multiple times before.

“Lucas is really that kind of person?! What a snake!” one message read.

“Mia, don’t let it get to you. People like him aren’t worth your tears, and honestly, I never trusted that Emma either,” another chimed in.

The carefully crafted facade Lucas had maintained was shattered completely, exposing the ugly, despicable reality beneath. He was the perfect embodiment of the saying “all that glitters is not gold” — a worthless, deceitful worm hiding behind a polished exterior.

For the first time in a long while, I felt as if a crushing weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Whatever moods Lucas had, whatever storms he brewed inside, they no longer concerned me. Without me, he was like a bird lost in the vast sky, aimlessly flapping its wings, searching for a place to rest but finding none.

After all the twists and turns, he had finally ended up back in the house we once shared. Eight years of memories—if I claimed I felt nothing, that would be a lie. But the remnants of those feelings were so faint, so fragile, they weren’t enough to make me reconsider my decision.

Lucas rarely drank at home; the scent of alcohol would linger for hours afterward, a nightmare for someone as meticulous and tidy as he was. Yet tonight, he was utterly wasted, staggering through the rooms of our old home like a ghost lost in time.

He couldn’t grasp why, after all the times I had let him slide, this time I had suddenly decided to divorce him. But deep inside, I knew it wasn’t an impulsive choice. It was the culmination of years of disappointment and simmering anger that finally exploded, breaking the dam that had held our relationship together.

Someone who constantly flirts with danger will eventually cross the line. And someone who lingers on the edge of a relationship will sooner or later destroy it.

When Emma caught wind of what was happening with Lucas, she didn’t hesitate for a second. She rushed over to our house without any delay.

Before, no matter how brazen she acted in front of me, I was still Lucas’s wife. She might have been bold, but the law didn’t acknowledge her. Now that I was filing for divorce, this was her perfect chance to step in.

She looked at Lucas, broken and vulnerable, and a quiet satisfaction flickered in her eyes. He was fragile and sensitive—the exact type of person who needed a soft, caring companion.

“Lucas, I know what’s going on with Mia,” she said gently.

“To be honest, now that it’s happened, it’s time to move on from the past,” she continued, her voice soft but firm.

“There’s a new life waiting for you. Let me make you some soup to help you sober up.”

Emma seemed oddly at ease in the kitchen, despite being in a place unfamiliar to her. Or perhaps, when it came to Lucas, she always had the upper hand.

As she stirred the pot, her phone suddenly rang. Lucas, barely able to sit upright, was about to hand it to her. But when he glanced at the screen, he saw it was just another spam call.

He almost hung up, but then, inexplicably, he opened the call again.

Emma had always wanted to prove that what she and Lucas shared wasn’t just physical—that there was some emotional connection, some potential for something deeper.

After all this time with Emma, Lucas had never bothered to look closely at what she might be hiding.

What he didn’t expect was to discover a slew of social media posts from Emma’s accounts, posts that only I could see.

Each one flaunted how deeply Lucas loved and cherished her, painting them as the perfect couple.

All these years, Lucas had no idea the humiliation I had silently endured.

“Get out! Leave!”

Emma stared at him, her sadness slowly twisting into anger.

“What right do you have to blame me?” she shot back.

“Aren’t those pictures yours? Didn’t you post all that?”

“I just told Mia the truth.”

Lucas was too furious to think clearly. Yes, Emma was awful, but she was telling the truth.

No one forced him to get involved with her. It had been desire and convenience all along, and he didn’t deserve any sympathy.

He shoved Emma out the door and sank against the frame, drowning in his own misery.

Had I witnessed this scene, I might have wondered—if Lucas had seen those posts earlier, would he have made a different choice? Would he have stopped tearing our relationship apart?

But maybe the answer would have been the same.

After all, habits are hard to break, and the past is impossible to change.