My Husband Bought Her Snacks But Not My Mom A Ticket Chapter 07

My Husband Bought Her Snacks But Not My Mom A Ticket Chapter 07

I knew. She’d given up on him completely. So she let me make my own choices. 

The next afternoon, I took her to the bus 

station. 

I didn’t leave until she’d checked in and 

walked through the gate. 

When I got home, Gavin was crouched by my 

doorstep. 

“Where’s Mom? I came to apologize.” 

He was holding a bouquet of flowers, looking 

awkward and lost. 

“She’s already gone.” 

“What? Why so early? I thought-” 

He stopped himself. 

He thought my mom was trying to mooch off. 

1. us. Thought she was staying on purpose. 

His hand dropped, the flowers hanging at his side. Regret flashed across his face. 

“Did you bring your ID? Let’s go to the County 

Clerk’s Office.” 

“There’s nothing to fight over with the house. We split the savings fifty–fifty. Each keep our own 

car.” 

I laid it all out in a few sentences. 

Gavin stood frozen. “Our marriage isn’t 

broken. Why are you being so stubborn? What do 

you even get out of this?” 

“Weren’t we going to have a baby this year? 

Didn’t you want to be a mom?” 

I did want a baby. Just not with him. 

“How’s Amber?” 

Gavin blinked, surprised by the question. He 

stammered, “She’s… fine.” 

I already knew. She always made a huge 

drama out of nothing. 

But Gavin never learned. Or maybe he liked it 

that way. 

“If you won’t agree, I’ll have to file.” 

My voice stayed calm the whole time. No 

emotion. 

Gavin felt like he was suffocating. He’d never 

seen me so cold. 

“If something’s bothering you, talk to me. But 

what’s with the silent treatment?” 

“I admit I neglected your mom. Let me go 

apologize to her. I’ll buy a ticket right now. I’ll beg 

her to forgive me!” 

He fumbled for his phone. 

I snatched it out of his hand without 

hesitating. 

“I don’t want you bothering her.” 

What happened that day was humiliating 

enough. If he brought it up again, it would just hurt 

her more. 

Gavin stared at me, helpless. “Then what am I 

supposed to do?” 

“Divorce me.” 

This time, I gave him the reason. 

“Gavin, you don’t love me. So stop forcing it.” 

“I’ve been your wife for seven years. I’m the 

one who’s supposed to have your kids. But whenever Amber’s involved, I’m always second place. And that’s just fucked up.” 

I paused, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. 

“Even my mother comes after hers.” 

Gavin had no fight left. His head dropped. 

“I’ll change. I swear.” 

“But I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

I’d had time to think. All those moments I 

thought were sweet? I’d forced every single one of 

them. 

It had always been one–sided. 

I could forgive the way he treated me. But no 

one gets to bully my mother. 

When I said that, Gavin’s tears hit the ground. 

He was sorry. Sick with regret. 

Why did he have to go to Amber that day? 

Why did he keep putting off apologizing? 

Why did he hear everything Brenda said and 

look the other way? 

These last few days, Gavin had been alone in 

that empty house, his chest aching. 

He’d been too confident. Thought I couldn’t 

live without him. 

Thought he was the one holding the leash. 

But he was wrong. The one who couldn’t let go 

was him. 

I didn’t stay. I turned and went inside. 

Gavin stayed outside for a long time. 

Until the night swallowed him whole. 

Three days later, while I was preparing the filing papers, he finally gave in. 

I went straight to him and got the divorce 

certificate. 

Surprisingly, he gave me eighty percent of our 

savings. 

Amber was furious. She posted 

passive–aggressive crap all over social media. 

I ignored it. At the end of the day, I was the 

one who won. 

out. 

A year or so after that, they had a huge falling 

Gavin got a new girlfriend. Amber and her 

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mom showed up at the girl’s workplace, started a fight, and assaulted her. 

Gavin was so mad he called the cops. It was 

a total disaster. 

I had another good laugh. 

But luckily, things are going well with my boyfriend. 

Life goes on, quiet and steady. My mom visits 

more often now. 

Every three months, she comes and stays for a few days. 

And I seriously look forward to those visits. That’s when I get to feel like a little kid again.