My Wife Posted This Photo Online — And That Image Was the Reason I Divorced Her (2 of 3)

I stared at the photo like it had a secret to tell. And it did.

First off, I hadn’t sent her flowers in months. Not because I didn’t love her—I just hadn’t thought of it. We were busy, tired, in a routine. Jessica never said she felt neglected. But apparently, someone else had noticed.

I zoomed in. The flowers were fresh, professionally arranged, expensive. The kind you don’t just pick up on a whim. The wrapping wasn’t from the corner florist. It was from a boutique shop across town—the same one that did the arrangements for our wedding.

And then I looked at the passenger seat.

Empty.

No tag, no note, no second coffee. Just Jessica, perfectly styled, smiling too wide. This wasn’t a candid. It was posed. It was performed.

I scrolled through the comments.

“Someone’s got a secret admirer ?”
“Tell him I said hi ?”
“You look SO happy lately, Jess.”

Her reply to that last one?
“I really, really am.”

My heart sank.

That night, I didn’t say anything. I watched her as she brushed her teeth, as she climbed into bed and turned out the light. I listened to her breathing. And I thought about every time she’d said she was working late. Every “girl’s night” that ended with a cab ride home and the scent of unfamiliar cologne clinging to her coat.