Chapter 9
As soon as we got off the plane, Davon Smith’s phone began to ring incessantly, one call after another, with a relentless urgency as if the caller would keep calling until he
answered.
“Who is this telemarketer, so annoying!”
Davon snapped, trying to mask his irritation, hanging up the phone and glancing at me as
he spoke loudly.
The moment he hung up, the phone rang again, stubborn and persistent.
But I knew who it was. It was that woman.
I knew this not only because of the timing, but also because her second phone number was
saved in my contact list.
In the days leading up to this trip, I had been posting frequent updates on social media, sharing photos of our Arctic vacation. The pictures of Davon and me, looking especially close and affectionate, filled my feed. Davon, being the show–off he was, also posted about
the trip. Naturally, that woman couldn’t stand it and had been waiting for an opportunity to
confront him.
Sure enough, the phone call came as a result.
With a knowing smile, I said, “Why don’t you answer it? What if it’s a friend with something
urgent?”
“I’m going to get us some drinks. Do you want anything?”
I added, giving them the privacy they apparently needed.
Davon casually named a drink, and once I turned to leave, he couldn’t wait to pick up the phone.
When I returned with two bottles of drinks, Davon looked at me and said, “Avni, let’s get a divorce.”
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Before I could speak, Davon hurriedly continued,
“My health has gotten worse, I don’t want to drag you and Rainie down anymore. You’ve done enough for me. Tomorrow–no, today–we should get divorced today.”
I knew exactly why. That woman had seen my social media posts and was probably feeling insecure. She was afraid that if they waited any longer, something might go wrong, so she
shed Davon to get the divorce.
But what they didn’t know was that this was exactly what I wanted. Why else would I post so many updates on my trip with Davon?
I nodded through my tears. “Okay.”
Davon visibly sighed with relief.
Since both parties were willing to divorce, and the property had already been divided, we were able to get our divorce certificate that afternoon.
e in your life.
“From now on, without need to live well.”
Davon smiled broadly, if he had finally finished something important.
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I nodded and, feeling too lazy to continue pretending, hailed a cab and left immediately.
On the ride, I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked at the divorce certificate.
It felt so good–everything had gone as planned.
Of course, I also posted the news on my account. After all, I had to make sure I did.
everything thoroughly.
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