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

And just like that, I started becoming paranoid about being the woman everyone whispered about behind cocktails and fake smiles.

I went home to my tiny apartment on the east side of town. It was quiet, but the walls were thin and the heater was moody. That night, I ate alone for the first time since dating Jonathan.

However, I chose to eat out because I just didn’t have the strength to whip something up from scratch.

After a sad dinner at a bistro I used to love, I called a taxi. It wasn’t even an Uber. I wanted something impersonal, something that wouldn’t ask for five stars. The car that pulled up was an older black sedan, the kind with a faint smell of leather and coffee.

The driver was a gentleman. He got out to open the door for me, and that’s when I noticed that he was tall, had tousled dark hair, a scruffy five o’clock shadow that suited him, and warm brown eyes that almost made me forget the disaster I’d just come from.