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My Wife Said: "He Wins More In One Night Than You Earn In A Year." She Left Me For A Poker Player…
She looked down at the pearls, smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Cute, Dan. Really. But jewelry doesn’t replace… everything else.”

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the ache in my chest that had been simmering for months. Fifteen years, countless arguments about nothing, compromises that felt like concessions of my very self. And now, all it took was one name—Brick Cavanaugh—to make all that seem utterly meaningless.

“Brick Cavanaugh,” I said slowly, tasting the words like they were poison. “A gambler. That’s what I’m supposed to compete with?”

She shrugged, graceful, untouchable. “Not compete, Dan. Appreciate. He knows how to give me… excitement.”

Excitement. The word rolled off her tongue like a delicately packaged insult. I wanted to laugh, cry, throw something across the kitchen—but mostly, I just felt hollow, like someone had drained the color from my world while I was busy paying the bills and running the network servers at work.

I gripped the edge of the countertop, letting the marble cool my fingers. “So… that’s it. Fifteen years of marriage, and I get… appreciation from the sidelines?”

Selene tilted her head, eyes glinting with that combination of defiance and boredom that had always made me uneasy. “I’ve already moved on, Dan. You’re just… noticing.”

I swallowed hard, tasting the bitterness of helplessness. “Noticing,” I muttered, repeating it to myself. “That’s the nicest way you could put betrayal.”

She turned toward the door, picking up her suitcase like it weighed nothing, as if the memories of our life together were already beneath her heels. “Good luck with the networks, Dan. Maybe they’ll be more faithful than you were.”

And just like that, the click of the front door echoed through the empty kitchen, leaving me staring at the coffee mug in my hands, wondering how fifteen years could vanish in a single morning.