The Comments Said He Loved Me

I have a secret: I can see live comments scrolling over reality. One click on a video of a muscular stranger and my husband storms out, kicking me from the car on the highway. Viewers cheer "He's jealous! He loves you!" and call him a cold CEO. After I'm badly hurt in an accident, he lets his first love pour hot soup on me, shove me down stairs, destroy my things and lie in bed with him while the comments celebrate. They paint my humiliation as romantic. What they don't see is the moment my heart freezes. I methodically planned my escape. I served divorce papers, vanished, then married above his station. He wept in regret. I never looked back.