The Good Wife Quit

In the seventh year of my marriage to Adrian Sandford, his ex, Celine Wheeler, came back. She posted: [We were young, reckless. We missed our shot. This time, I'm fighting for love.] That night, Adrian sat on the balcony, cigarette burning between his fingers, staring out till sunrise. My phone wouldn't stop buzzing either. Their friend group—everyone who saw them grow up—flooded the chat. Regret for them. Relief, too. They forgot I was still in there. Adrian had no clue how many times I replayed the years I chased him. Seven years. I'm tired. Chapter 1 [Emily clawed her way up. How could she compete with Celine, the girl who sat next to him every day?] At seventeen, I would've left the chat, grabbed Adrian's phone, deleted Celine, made him swear I was the only one. But I'm twenty-seven now. When I heard she was back, I stood in the kitchen, spatula in hand. It shook, just a little. I flipped the egg. "Good." Everyone knew how intense Celine and Adrian used to be. Everyone also knew how bad I looked next to her. The second my best friend Marie heard Celine was back, she showed up ready to fight. "If Adrian brings her home, I'm going off." I set breakfast on a porcelain plate and slid it to her. "She's too proud for something that tacky." Showing up at a wife's house like she owned it? Lowest move. But Celine wouldn't need to. Adrian would pick her anyway. That's why I said I was worse. Because I did exactly that. I slipped in while they were fighting, taking advantage of the opening when neither of them would back down. And I didn't just chase him. I took him like he was mine. My phone buzzed. Adrian. [Come with me to a banquet tonight.] Celine would be there. He hadn't been home in two days. I turned off the screen, slid off my ring, and set it on the table. I let out a dry smile. "Guess it's my turn to be the joke." Chapter 2 They were perfect. The kind everyone swore was meant to be. I saw it in college. Adrian was cold, untouchable—except with Celine. Then he softened. He knitted her scarves, waited outside her dorm, stayed up all night helping her study. One photo of their backs could blow up the whole campus forum. Back then, I'd pull up her pictures, grinding my teeth, jealous of how she had it all. People compared us long before she came back. After she returned, it got worse. Or maybe they didn't bother saying my name at all. No comparison needed. *** Soft music filled the ballroom. I stood in low heels, my hand on Adrian's arm. Then Celine walked in. Every eye snapped to her. She came straight over, like nothing had changed. She held out her hand, smiling. "Long time no see." Adrian stayed blank. Didn't move. But I felt it—his arm went tight. He still didn't take it. Her hand hung there, unmoving. The air went stiff. I stepped in, trying to ease it. "Long time no see. When'd you get back?" A small, stupid hope crept up. Maybe... after all these years, Adrian cared. Maybe I had a place, even a small one. Right then, Adrian's friend, Zane Wilder, stepped in and took her hand. I grabbed nothing. My hand hung there, empty. People looked between us, amused. My little fantasy shattered without a word. Adrian's jaw tightened. Right in front of me, he told her, "I'm married." But I knew what that meant. He was mourning what they lost. Didn't even bother hiding it. I'd already lost. Chapter 3 After that, Adrian's mom, Claudia, rushed over. Not for me. She slipped between us, warm and easy with Celine. I got pushed out while the three of them chatted and laughed like I wasn't there. When it turned sentimental, Claudia dabbed her eye. "I still remember you and Adrian joking about getting married in our house." Celine's voice went soft. "Mrs. Sandford..." I pressed my lips together, head down. I didn't have to look. I could feel the stares—sharp, eager, mocking. I'm the climber. The nobody who slipped in while Celine was gone. So what was the point of all those years trying to please Claudia? Cheap. And my husband— Maybe he was caught up in it too. He stood there, blank, but his hand kept tightening. So yeah. He never loved me. I stood there, quiet, awkward, until— Celine looked up at me, something unwilling in her eyes. "Is she your wife?" Her voice shook, barely holding it together. Finally, we stood side by side. The gap was obvious. Even I felt it. I forced a stiff smile. Adrian shot me a cold glance. No explanation. No reassurance. Just, "Zane and the others threw you a welcome-home party." Zane. And that group—especially the ones who always mocked me. Just thinking about it made my head spin. Adrian didn't care. He never did. My body tensed on instinct. I held my breath, uneasy. I forced a smile. "Then have fun. I'll—" "You're going." He cut me off. I froze. He looked at me, cold, and repeated, slow, "You're going." Chapter 4 I didn't get why Adrian dragged me here. So I could stand there after loving him all these years, taking care of him for seven— just to get humiliated now that his ex was back? As if that wasn't enough—in front of his friends. "You finally came back—" Zane dragged it out, eyes flicking to me, talking to Celine. "Wow. Dropping your friends for a guy? Told Adrian first? Didn't even rest—ran straight to him." Then, "Your name made it back here too. Still impressive." Message received—don't expect Adrian to choose me. She was the one trying to wedge herself between Adrian and me, yet somehow I was the outsider. I just sat there, awkward as hell, staring at the glass in my hand. Condensation slid down it as I tightened my grip, then let go. Celine flushed a little, sneaking a glance at Adrian across the room. The vibe shifted—thick, suggestive, too warm. Everyone here knew each other. Everyone but me. I glanced at Adrian. Sharp jaw. High brow. Cold, controlled. So good-looking it was almost unsettling. Back when I meant nothing to him, all that reckless, boyish energy had belonged to Celine. I zoned out. By the time I came back, they'd already started a card game. If two people drew the same suit, it meant a dare. The highest card—the king—got to call it. "Four of hearts and seven of hearts—kiss for ten seconds." Celine and Adrian. I couldn't take it. I shot up, eyes already stinging. The room went quiet. Amused, annoyed looks landed on me—the so-called wife. The dim lights helped. At least my embarrassment didn't show. I steadied my voice. "Sorry. You guys have fun. I... I need the bathroom." I bolted. The door shut, cutting off the noise and cheers. At the sink, cold water ran down my face. I stared at myself in the mirror and forced a crooked smile. My phone chimed. I'd barely caught the word [Millie...] when a mocking voice came from behind me. "Millie? Heh. Gross." Heat closed in behind me. His body pressed flush to my back, arms caging me in on either side of the sink. "See it now? Your husband's out there messing around, and you're a joke. Why stay with him? Leave him. Be with me." I looked up, my pupils tightening. Zane. The one who'd wrecked me the hardest in bed—enough to leave me dizzy after. His breath dragged slow along my neck, hot, deliberate. A shiver slipped down my spine. He glanced at my phone. "Tell me, if Adrian found out you've been cheating—and with two guys—would he lose it?" I said nothing. He pressed in closer. Jealousy burned in his eyes as his jaw clenched. "Emily Edmond! Don't play sweet and quiet with me. I don't care if you've got other guys. We had a deal. I brought Celine back—you divorce him and come to me." I didn't answer. He stared me down, frowning, his voice turning cold. "Emily, I mean it. I want you. I'm taking his place." Chapter 5 I said it from the start—I'm the worst one. Or maybe just weak. Pathetic. Seven years with Adrian. Seven years of that cold face, plus his friends constantly coming at me. It wore me down. Out of all of them, Zane was the worst. He used to look down on me. Mock me. Tear me apart in public more times than I could count. So I got close to him on purpose. Played soft. Played small. Then I pulled him in, little by little—until he fell. My plan was simple—cut him off the second I divorced Adrian. But Zane caught on. So I found a younger, broke college kid and kept it platonic. When Zane found out, he looked me up and down and sneered. "You're just a bad girl playing sweet. You really think you can compare to Celine? Adrian must be blind to marry you." I didn't deny it. If I could scheme my way into marrying Adrian, what did that make me? The hurt, the obedience, the way I never fought back—it was all an act. I thought he'd tell Adrian. He didn't. He used it. He stared me down, jaw tight. "If you don't want to get exposed, cut that college kid off and stay with me. A woman like you's only good for being played with. You need to be taught a lesson. Once Celine's back, you're out anyway. And that kid—what's so great about him? You really like him? Hm?" I dropped the act. Stepped back. Crossed my arms. Smiled. "Fine. Then bring Celine back. If Adrian asks for a divorce, I'll say yes." He paused. Then, after a beat, his voice went rough with excitement. "Deal." That night, when Zane lit up the group chat about Celine and Adrian sat on the balcony smoking all night, I'd already made up my mind. I loved Adrian. Desperately. But seven years of giving everything and getting nothing back—while he still loved Celine—I was done. Leaving would be a relief for both of us. I'd finally be free. So I played along—half real, half fake. Acted understanding. Swallowed everything. I just hoped that after seven years of taking care of him, Adrian would give me a decent settlement. So I waited for him to accept Celine and push me aside. He stayed cold. Fine. I'd take what I was owed. Then we'd be even. Before the divorce, I couldn't let him see I was already over him. Now, under Zane's stare, I didn't remember ever agreeing to be with him after the divorce. But I still played weak and forced it out. "Okay." He looked satisfied and finally stepped back, giving me space. I barely had time to breathe before Adrian's voice cut in, low and cold. "Okay? Okay what?"