My Husband Divorced Me

 

It was a warm, quiet afternoon, the kind of day where you take a breath and just appreciate the moment. I was out in the field, leaning against the truck, feeling the breeze in my hair, and thought it would be fun to send my husband a quick picture. Just something casual, nothing special. The truck looked good against the backdrop of trees, and I figured heโ€™d appreciate the scenery.

I snapped the picture, standing beside the truck, and sent it off without much thought. It was just a moment, a way to share a part of my day.

But when his reply came back almost instantly, it wasnโ€™t what I expected.

โ€œWhoโ€™s that in the reflection?โ€

I blinked, confused. โ€œWhat reflection?โ€ I texted back, starting to feel a knot form in my stomach.

โ€œThe rear window. Thereโ€™s someone there,โ€ he replied, his words more serious than I had anticipated.

My heart began to race. I opened the picture again and zoomed in on the rear window of the truck, scanning the reflection. At first, I thought he was mistaken, that maybe it was just the glare of the sun or a tree in the distance. But as I looked closer, my stomach dropped. There was a figure, faint but undeniably present, standing just behind me.

It wasnโ€™t a clear image, but the outline was distinct enoughโ€”a manโ€™s figure, with a hat casting a shadow over his face. The hat. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the familiar shape. It looked exactly like the hat my ex-boyfriend used to wear, the one he never went anywhere without.

My mind raced, trying to make sense of it. How could this be? I was alone when I took that picture, wasnโ€™t I? I hadnโ€™t noticed anyone nearby. The field was empty, just me and the truck. But the reflection didnโ€™t lie. There was someone standing close enough to be caught in the window, and it was starting to feel impossible to explain.

I quickly typed out a response, trying to sound calm. โ€œIโ€™m sure itโ€™s just a trick of the light, maybe a tree or something. I was alone.โ€

But I could already sense the shift in his tone when he replied. โ€œThat doesnโ€™t look like a tree. It looks likeย him.โ€


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