She Got My Husband with the Sunrise

Chapter 1

On our wedding anniversary, my husband, Ethan Carter, left me stranded in the mountains, so he could watch the sunrise with his first love, Olivia Carter.

A sudden storm rolled in and trapped me for hours. He never came back.

Later, Olivia posted a story, set to "close friends only," with me as the only viewer. The caption oozed with smugness:

"Your husband is watching the sunrise with me!"

Her chest was covered in bruises. A fresh bite mark showed on her collarbone. Their fingers were laced together, flashing matching couple rings as they lounged in a tent covered in rose petals.

I replied with one line:

"Mad dogs that bite get put down."

...

Olivia didn't reply to my message.

Instead, she flooded my phone with more photos of her and Ethan, each one more intimate than the last.

Every image turned my stomach.

That's when it hit me, Ethan Carter wasn't just careless. He was rotten to the core.

And yet, he had the nerve to call me, voice laced with condescension.

"The sunrise here's pretty decent. If you want, just grab a cab up. Olivia and I can wait."

I let out a cold laugh.

"A double bed doesn't fit three. Enjoy your morning."

Silence. Then the sound of his breathing, slow, heavy, angry.

"What's wrong with you?" he snapped.

"I promised Olivia first. Yeah, it's our anniversary, but keeping my word matters. Besides, she's like a sister to me, don't twist this into something it's not."

"If you've got a problem, take it out on me, not her. She's fragile. She's been dealing with major depressive disorder, okay? All she wanted was to see the sunrise. If I said no, who knows what she might've done?"

His excuses unraveled, one after another, until they barely held up under their own weight.

Ethan Carter, the brilliant psychiatrist who knew how to treat fragile minds, had somehow forgotten,

His own wife struggled with even worse psychological disorders.

That's how we met. That's how we got married.

That's the life I'd built around him.

I hung up. I couldn't stomach another second of him defending Olivia like she was porcelain and I was nothing.

It wasn't until every call went straight to voicemail,

"The number you dialed is unavailable",

that it finally seemed to dawn on him.

He'd left me.

Stranded.

On the edge of a mountain.

This was supposed to be our anniversary.

He promised we'd camp out together, watch the sunrise side by side.

We'd made it to the summit. The tent was half up when her call came in,

And just like that, Olivia's sobs became more important than his vows.

He pushed me out of the car and took off down the mountain.

"She wants to see the sunrise too," he muttered.

"I'll be back in thirty."

I waited five hours.

The storm hit.

The wind ripped the tent away.

The supplies were gone.

And Ethan never came back.