Man mocked his ex-wife & a year later, hearing congratulations on his anniversary, he froze in shock

“Now you can build a nest for chickens, not for me,” the husband mocked his ex-wife, throwing suitcases with her things on the porch of the neglected shack. And a year later, at the restaurant, hearing congratulations on his anniversary, he froze in shock.

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For Tess, the news of her divorce came like a thunderclap. She had lived with her husband Dylan for 12 years, and nothing had foreshadowed trouble. And then now, he came in and said they were going their separate ways.
"What do you mean?!" Tess asked her husband in an uncertain voice.
"Tess, forgive me, but you and I are quite different people. You're not at all interested in what I do or with whom I spend my spare time. You're like a robot without emotion—you're interested only in the kitchen and cleaning! And then there are your dubious girlfriends. Why did you become friends with the neighborhood grandmothers?! You've been clucking with them all day long. You're 32, not 70! I'm sick of it! I've been thinking for a long time... Understand, I didn't make this decision in a day, but I can't go on living with you."
"Stop!" Tess interrupted, her voice rising. "Are you not confused about anything now? What do you mean, I don't want to do anything? You yourself told me to quit a few years ago—literally gave me an ultimatum. You said your wife should take it easy and run the household. When I asked you to take a florist course, what did you say? 'Don't waste your time on nonsense.' By the way, florist is a good profession. Again, what did you say? 'I make enough money so you don't have to think about money.' How many times have we fought about this? And now it's my fault you tied me to the house?! I had to cut all ties with my old friends because you didn't like them. You want a divorce—fine, divorce. But don't try to make me the scapegoat for everything now! Admit it, it's because of another woman, isn't it?"
"There you go again with your jealousy!" The husband's face reddened. "I've told you the reasons, isn't that enough?"
"That's what I thought," Tess grinned bitterly. "So the reason is a mistress."
"What makes you think that?!" Dylan said angrily.
"I understand that you're now trying to smooth things over as much as possible and show that I'm to blame for the breakup of the relationship. You always do that. Well, if our marriage is over now, just admit it."
Dylan sighed. "If it makes you feel better—yes, I've fallen in love with another woman! She gives me what you couldn't. You've completely neglected yourself! Do women nowadays allow themselves to walk around at home in tracksuits with an incomprehensible ponytail on their head? Tell me, when was the last time you wore makeup or had a manicure? You can't even buy yourself a dress. I'm ashamed to take you out in public! I go to corporate parties alone, with a living wife. What a shame! My boss always asks me: 'Where's your wife?' I'm sick of lying to him that you're sick or unwell! Nowadays, all women are taking care of themselves, they're shaking money off their husbands for those eyelashes and nails. But you?! You've just given up on yourself, and therefore on me!"