After The Divorce

Arianna

Checking myself in the mirror one last time to make sure that nothing was out of place and applying a little more red lipstick a couple of months into our marriage, I discovered that red was his favorite color. Tonight I'm wearing it to say goodbye to the man and the color. Going downstairs, the smell of the food hits my nose and makes my mouth watery; I spend half of the day preparing for tonight’s dinner cause I want everything to go softly. Checking my watch, I see that he should've been here already, if Jacob isn’t anything but punctual that he is, which is weird that he is not here yet, picking up the phone to give him a call when suddenly I heard the door open for him to walk in “What's all this? Was the first word that came out of his mouth, letting it roll off my shoulder.

“It's our anniversary dinner, what do you think?” I told him while I approached him with a glass of wine, forcing a smile on my face.

“ Do we have to indulge in this nonsense every year?” he grimly said, like our anniversary was not an essential matter to him. 

“ Yes you do, Jacob it's our four years anniversary, it's the least you could do,” I told him before I took my seat at the table, waiting for him to do the same, not that I cared much about what he does tonight I just need the plan to go well and all of this nonsense will be over. We spend the next couple of minutes lost in the food that I spend the day cooking and making sure everything was good just the way he likes it, taking a bit out of my shrimp when Jacob goes “What are you up to tonight?” like I’m always up to something.

Smiling “ Do I need to be up to something in order for a wife to have dinner with her husband on their wedding anniversary?” 

“ Don’t play innocent Arianna; I know what kind of woman you are, so whatever game you are playing ends it,” he said a bit forcibly. 

Still smiling, I picked up my glass of wine and took a sip; putting it down, I looked at my dear husband. “Okay, you got me, I do have a surprise for you, and it'll have to wait until later,” pointing at his plate “Eat up, honey, we have all night.”

“ ARIANNA!” he yelled. 

Raising my eyebrow at him, “ What? You don’t like surprises?” 

“I don’t like the game you are playing; if you have something in your mind, let it out,” he said with no emotion behind his words, showing me that he didn’t care. 

Honestly, I'm used to this kind of treatment from him. That's why no matter how he acts tonight, nothing will stop me from doing what I plan on doing. “ Alright, alright, since you insist on knowing what’s going on, let's go upstairs, shall we?” I walk around the table and take his hand in mine, we walk up the stairs in silence, both of us lost in our own worlds, not knowing how the night will go, only one of us knows tonight will be a shock for the other. Once we got in the bedroom, I didn't waste any time pushing him onto the bed and straddling him, not giving him a chance to say anything. I brought down my lips to him in a soft kiss, tasting the water to see how he would react. When he didn't push me away, I nipped at the side of his lips before pushing my tongue inside his mouth, making both of us moan out of pleasure. It felt like just the first time we met.

   Pushing my luck, I started to unbutton the shirt before tracing my fingers down those lovely abs that I knew were hiding underneath those layers, I was lost in what I was doing, I didn't expect him to flip us with me at the bottom and him on top while holding my hands over my head. 

Smiling, “I knew you wanted to play,” and biting my lips invitingly, yes our marriage is not the conventional one, but still, it's a marriage nonetheless, at the beginning, we used to go at it like wild cats, but now we are strangers with paper that said we are married. 

“ I don’t like the game you are playing tonight. Whatever is in your mind, let it out and get it over with,” he repeated with urgency.

Pushing him off of me, I got off the bed. “I am not your wife?” I found myself asking him, I couldn't help it.

“ AAAh damn woman, I’m tired of your annoying games, since when did you care whether or not we have s*x or not, “ he said with so much frustration that I thought the veins that showed up in his forehead would pop at any moment.

Right, he is an impatient man, something that used to work well in our marriage but not right now; walking towards him, “Is that how you want to treat your wife on the night of our anniversary?” leaning on the dresser, I cross my arm under my breast and watching him trying to figure out what I'm up too. All I wanted to do was laugh in his face, but in this situation, I couldn’t laugh and had to keep a serious face.

“ Want me to treat you like my wife every time this ridiculous time comes around? Then You should have acted like a goddamn wife,” he spat in my face. 

Taking a deep breath, I lean closer to him and say, “ I didn't have a husband for me to be a wife to” I know this argument is pointless, but I can't help but speak what's on my mind tonight, if making himself believing that I was a bad wife so he could 

sleep at night, so be it, I'm just not going to let him forget that he was as bad as I was in this so-called marriage. 

Pushing away from him, I went to one of the drawers. I pulled out an envelope that I’d been holding on to for the past few weeks, debating on whether or not I should give it to him, but two days ago someone made my decision very easy for me with the information that they couldn't help but share with me. 

Walking back to where he was standing, I handed the envelope to him. “This is your surprise,” I forced a big smile on my face. “Let's get a divorce” The minute those words came out of my mouth, I knew I was making the right decision. 

Before I could walk out of the room, he grabbed my wrist “ Is this more of your game?” 

Shaking my head, “No, I think it's time we go our separate ways, no more games, “ pulling my hand away from him. 

“ Is it money that you want? You, that’s not an issue for me if you want money” I walked out of the room without giving him a response.