The Day I Filed for Divorce

Synopsis

On the day his first love came back to the country, I tapped "confirm divorce." A line popped up on my phone screen: "Divorce application submitted. Cooling-off period: 30 days." I stared at that line for three seconds, then placed my phone face down on the table and took a sip of coffee. The coffee was cold. I had ordered it half an hour ago. Back then, I was waiting for a phone call. I thought he would call me to tell me he wouldn't be coming home tonight, to tell me that the woman named Giselle had returned, to tell me he needed to go pick her up at the airport. But he didn't call. I found out on my own, scrolling through social media. Dustin had posted a photo. At the arrivals gate, a woman in a white coat was pulling a suitcase as she walked out. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and she smiled gently. The caption read: "After seven years, I finally get to welcome you back." Posted: ten minutes ago. My phone was quiet. No calls, no messages, no explanation. I took another sip of the cold coffee. Then I opened the City Hall website, found the divorce application draft I had saved three months ago, and tapped confirm.