Chapter 7
The next few days, I didn’t change a damn thing.
Cooked his meals. Went to work. Did his laundry. Paid his fucking mortgage.
Marcus didn’t notice anything different.
Because I’d been a ghost in this house for eight years. Ghosts can do whatever they want-no one sees them anyway.
Sarah was moving fast on her end. Divorce papers ready. Evidence stacked like ammunition.
I just needed the perfect moment.
But first? I had one last thing to do.
Get into that goddamn group chat.
“Our Family.” I was crashing that party.
Not to watch. I was done watching.
I was going in to blow it all up.
Marcus’s phone password? I’d known it for years. Same code since day one. Our wedding anniversary. 1017.
The irony made me want to scream.
Wednesday afternoon.
He went to shower.
Phone on the coffee table.
I grabbed it like I was stealing evidence-which, honestly, I was.
Unlocked it. Opened that cursed group chat.
Hit the settings.
“Require Admin Approval”-OFF.
Anyone could add members directly.
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I used his phone to add myself.
System message: “Marcus Bennett added Mia Bennett to the group.”
I logged out. Put his phone back. Screen down.
Opened mine.
Notification glowing.
“You have been added to ‘Our Family.””
That message sat there like a grenade with the pin pulled.
Marcus Bennett added Mia Bennett to the group.
I didn’t text anything, Not yet.
Shower shut off.
Marcus walked out. Grabbed his phone.
Looked at the screen.
Went pale.
I was in the kitchen slicing onions-felt appropriate.
“Mia.”
His voice cracked a little.
“Yeah?”
“How-why are you in that group?”
“What group?”
He came to the doorway looking like he’d seen a ghost.
“The family chat. How did you-
I set the knife down hard enough that it made a sound.
“You added me. Says so right there in the chat, Marcus.”
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His face cycled through panic, confusion, and pure terror.
But he couldn’t push me on it.
Because Lily was in that chat.
If he questioned me too hard, he’d have to explain who the hell she was.
He stood there opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
“I… must’ve hit something by accident.”
“Sure.”I picked the knife back up. “Anyway, it’s great. Now I can actually be part of family conversations.”
The way I said “family” made him flinch.
He stood there another few seconds.
Then bolted.
That night, the group chat died.
Used to blow up with messages-twenty, thirty a day.
After I joined? Nothing.
Radio silence.
I didn’t know if they made a secret backup group or were all freaking out in private texts.
Didn’t care.
I didn’t join to spy.
I joined to destroy.
Next day, Marcus suddenly wanted to have a heart-to-heart.
Voice dripping with fake concern.
“Mia, is everything okay? You seem… off lately.”
“I’m fine.”
“That group thing-don’t worry about it. It’s just random family stuff. Nothing serious.”
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“I know.”
“If something’s bothering you-”
“Marcus.”
He shut up.
“I want a divorce.”
The air left the room.
AC kept humming like nothing had changed. Like my world hadn’t just cracked wide open.
Marcus stared at me like I’d pulled a gun.
“What?”
“You heard me. Divorce.”
“Why? What the hell-”
“Because I’m done.”
“Done with what? Everything’s fine! We’re fine-”
“We are NOT fine!” My voice came out louder than I meant. Sharper. “This marriage is over.”
He stood up fast. Chair scraped the floor.
“Who told you something? Did someone-”
“No one told me anything!” I was shaking now. From rage, not fear. This is my decision!”
He stared at me like he was trying to read my mind. Calculate how much damage control he needed.
Then he said the most predictable, pathetic thing possible,
“Let’s not be hasty. Let me have my mom come talk to you.”
I laughed.
Actually laughed.
“Your mom? Your mom?”
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“She can help us work through-‘
“Marcus, your mom has been helping you work through this marriage for eight years. I think we’re past that.”
His face went white.
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