The Anniversary Notification
I woke up before the alarm, a soft smile touching my lips as I realized what day it was. Ten years. A decade of marriage, of building a life, of weathering storms together. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, catching the dust motes dancing in the air, and I turned to look at my husband, who was currently in the shower. His phone, resting on the nightstand, lit up with a calendar notification. Expecting a sweet reminder about our dinner reservation or perhaps a secret surprise he had planned, I reached over to glance at the screen. The air left my lungs instantly, replaced by a cold, suffocating dread. It wasn't a love note; it was a strategy. The stark white text on the dark screen read: "Reminder: Tell her you want a divorce." But the cruelty didn't stop there. The next sentence shattered my entire world into jagged, irreparable pieces.
"Her sister is waiting in the car." My own blood. The person I called yesterday to discuss gift ideas was currently sitting in our driveway, waiting to drive him away from me. The betrayal was so absolute it made me nauseous, but the final line of the note turned my heartbreak into panic. "Make sure she doesn't check the bank account first." With trembling fingers, I unlocked my own phone and opened our banking app. Zero. A decade of savings, our emergency fund, the money for the house renovations—all of it transferred out at 3:00 AM while I slept beside him. I heard the shower water stop and the bathroom door handle turn. He was about to walk out here with a towel around his waist and a fake "Happy Anniversary" on his lips, completely unaware that in the span of thirty seconds, I had discovered that my marriage was a lie, my sister was a traitor, and I was now penniless in a home that was no longer mine.

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