With the rest of the money, I invested in myself. I joined a gym to feel strong and confident again. I didn’t tell Jack about my newfound routine. I woke up early, hit the gym, and returned home before he noticed.
One evening, as I was getting ready for bed, Jack caught me off guard. “You seem different lately,” he remarked. “I can’t wait to see the final result.”
“You’ll see soon enough,” I replied, smiling to myself.
On the morning of my supposed surgery, I left the house with a bright smile. “Wish me luck,” I said, giving Jack a kiss. He hugged me tightly, whispering, “You’re going to look incredible. This is going to change everything.”
“You’re right,” I said, a steely edge to my voice.
Instead of heading to a clinic, I pampered myself at a luxurious spa. Meanwhile, I had arranged for a locksmith to change the locks on our house.
When I returned home, Jack found the locks changed and his belongings packed in boxes by the door. I handed him the envelope. “Here’s your upgrade,” I said. “It’s time you find someone who meets YOUR standards.”
“Nikkie, please, let’s talk about this,” he stammered.
“There’s nothing to talk about. You made it clear what you think of me.”
Jack pleaded, “I’ll change. Just don’t leave me.”
“You already lost me when you stopped seeing me for who I am. Goodbye, Jack.”
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