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I demand a divorce

Author: Rain
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-06 14:23:27

Evelyn’s pov ;

I thought about all those times when we would fight. It was always me who gave in first, always me who sought to make peace. I was always so humble, so desperate to keep the peace, to make our relationship work. Maybe that was what gave him the power to cheat, to betray me so easily.

I remembered how my father, on his deathbed, asked Hunter 's grandmother to take care of me and my sister when we were kids. Which was how she made Hunter marry me.

At the time, maybe it seemed like a perfect solution to her. Hunter and I had known each other for years. We had grown up together, and I believed that with time, he would fall in love with me after marriage.

But now, it all felt like a cruel joke. He had never treated me badly, but he had also never shown me the love I craved. I always told myself that love would come in time, and that he would eventually see me as more than just an obligation.

I thought back to how close Hunter and Sophia had always been. They were inseparable, best friends who had studied together in the same school and college. I never saw the signs, never suspected that their bond could turn into something more. But I never once imagined that it would lead to an affair.

The more I thought about it, the more I realised how blind I had been. I wanted so badly to believe in our marriage, to believe that Hunter would eventually love me. But he proved me wrong.

I feel betrayed not just by him but by my own naivety.

"I want a divorce," I stated plainly.

His reaction was immediate and explosive. "A divorce? Are you out of your mind? We’re not getting a divorce!"

"Why not?" I shot back, my anger rising. "You don’t love me. You said it yourself. What’s the point of staying together if you don’t love me? You should divorce me and marry Sophia."

His face darkened, his eyes blazing with fury. "You have gone mad!” he snapped. "You’re being irrational. You should get some rest and forget about all this nonsense."

I felt a cold, numbing pain spread through my chest. He thinks my feelings are nonsense. He doesn't care about my pain, but he was quick to defend Sophia, quick to prioritise her feelings over mine.

"How can you say that?" I looked straight into his aggressive eyes which were aggressive. "You didn't even investigate the situation. You trusted Sophia without question but not me. You don’t value me at all. You don’t care how much pain I’m in. All you care about is defending her."

His expression hardened. "This conversation is over. I won’t come back home tonight. Hopefully, you’ll have calmed down by tomorrow."

He stormed out, leaving me standing there, my heart shattering all over again. But at that moment, I knew what I had to do. He might dismiss my feelings as nonsense, but I won't anymore.

I called the lawyer and told him to prepare the divorce papers. The next day, I signed them and packed my things.

As I closed the door behind me for the last time, I took a deep breath. It was over. I was free to rebuild, free to find my own happiness. And as painful as it was, I knew I had made the right choice.

****

A few days later, I met with Vinni, my friend and the current manager of my company, Galaxy Gemstone. Before marrying Hunter , I had built Galaxy Gemstone from the ground up. When I married him, I handed the reins to Vinni. Because she was the only one I trusted, not my sister and not anyone else.

Now, I'm ready to reclaim my role and take control of my life again.

When I arrived at the office, Vinni welcomed me with open arms. But as soon as she saw my face, her smile faded. "Evelyn, you look terrible. What's going on?"

I tried to brush it off, but Vinni wasn't having it. We sat in my office, and I told her everything. As I kept telling her, her expression turned from concern to anger.

"Men," she muttered, taking a long sip of her wine. "They’re all the same, deceivable creatures. They take you for granted, thinking they can just waltz in and out of your life as they please."

I sighed, my mood was still dark. "I just don’t understand how he could do this to me."

She shook her head in disappointment. "Listen to me, Evelyn. Men like Hunter are cowards. They don’t value what they have until it’s gone. They care more about their egos and appearances than about the people they hurt. He doesn't deserve your tears or your pain.”

Her words were harsh but true. I nodded, trying to absorb her strength. But the sadness still clung to my heart. I have lost my marriage after all.

"Come on," She let out, standing up abruptly. "We’re going out for dinner. You need a change of scenery."

We headed to a famous restaurant, she told me. On the way there, my phone rang. It was Hunter . I hesitated before answering, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Evelyn, what is this?” His voice was furious. "Divorce papers? Are you serious?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes, I’m very serious. I have signed them, now it's yours to sign them.”

"Stop being unreasonable and come back home before I do something you won’t like," he threatened.

Hearing his tone, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Vinni's words echoed in my mind. Men really are like that. Even now, he wasn’t admitting his mistakes or showing any remorse. He was just ordering me around, trying to control me.

"I’m not coming back, Hunter ," I said firmly.

His voice grew angrier. "You must come back before Grandma gets to know about this. If her health gets worse because of this, I won't forgive you."

He hung up, leaving me seething. It was just like him to use guilt and threats to manipulate me.

Vinni glanced over at me. "What did he say?"

"He said I have to come back before his grandmother finds out. He threatened me, saying he won’t forgive me if her health gets worse."

Vinni snorted. "Of course, he did. Typical. He’s just trying to control you, Evelyn. Don’t let him. You’ve made the right decision, and you need to stand by it."

She's right, I'm done letting him control my life. It was time to take back my power and live for myself.

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