As the evening approached, I lay exhausted on my bed after tidying up everything, only to receive a call from my friend.
"What's the deal with Meadow? Isn't she going too far? Check out her social media post. She's flaunting her relationship with that toy-boy Eames."
"You guys aren't even divorced yet! How could she do this?"
Listening to my friend's rant, I casually opened my phone.
Right at the top was Eames' latest post.
In the photo, Eames was wearing a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist and holding the red bag that Meadow had gone home to retrieve at noon.
Only then did I realize that when she went home at lunchtime, it was to get Eames a concert gift.
Below the picture was a caption: "Three years of knowing you. I'm so lucky to have you, Sister Meadow. Happy third anniversary!"
At that moment, it suddenly dawned on me.
Third anniversary?
Oh right, today was supposed to be my third wedding anniversary with Meadow, wasn't it?
But we had never actually celebrated this wedding anniversary, to the point where I had completely forgotten about it.
I let out a long sigh before replying to my friend, "She doesn't need a divorce because we never even registered our marriage."
"What?"
"You've been married for three years? Meadow hasn't registered the marriage with you yet?" The phone nearly deafened me with my buddy's shocked yell on the other end.
Yeah, we've had the wedding ceremony three years ago now, and she's unilaterally called off our marriage license appointment a whopping 17 times.