“You think parading around with some guy will make me jealous?”
“Come on, Emily. Be real. This is stupid. You’re not like this.”
But I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. The photos said enough.
My silence didn’t deter Jonathan, who kept sending more angry, frantic texts about how he’d expected me to “come crawling back” after “cooling down.” Seeing me with someone else, happy, was clearly eating him alive.
Which, of course, was exactly the point.
On the other hand, over the next few weeks, Adam and I kept finding excuses to see each other. Lunch turned into dinner. Dinner turned into him staying over. I learned he loved grilled cheese sandwiches and terrible action movies. He learned I talked in my sleep and hated folding laundry.
Adam cooked for me, and he learned how I took my coffee, while I learned about the scar on his knee from a childhood soccer game gone wrong. The anger toward my ex faded, but something else took its place, something I didn’t expect.
There was a moment, two months in, when I reached for my ring just to spin it around my finger and realized I didn’t want to take it off anymore.
One night, I turned to Adam after a movie marathon and asked, “Do you still think this was just a stunt?”
He looked at me for a long time. “No,” he said. “I think this might be the realest thing I’ve ever done.”
We stopped talking about our marriage being temporary or about ending it at all.
Now, two years later, we have a daughter named Ava who has his big brown eyes and my stubborn chin. The dress I almost burned is packed away in a keepsake box. And every so often, we tell people the story of how her parents got married on a dare, in the back of a cab ride that changed everything.
Last night, as we tucked Ava in, Adam leaned over and whispered, “Reckless decisions aren’t so bad after all.”
I smiled. “Only the ones that end like this.”
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