I Married My Taxi Driver Just to Annoy My Ex – The Next Day, He Showed Me a Photo That Changed Everything

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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.

A man folding laundry | Source: Pexels

A man folding laundry | Source: Pexels

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.

A close-up of a woman's ring | Source: Pexels

A close-up of a woman’s ring | Source: Pexels

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