Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More

Disclaimer: Medical situations and procedures depicted in this book are fictionalized for storytelling purposes and should not be considered medical advice. Note: Anna is a brat, a very spoiled one, so she will talk and act like one. However, this is not to justify her. Also, the third chapter is a day in the life of Davy and not necessarily a continuation of chapter two. You may choose to ignore it and continue to chapter three, but I will advise you to read it to better understand him. Happy reading. *** I stood inside the luxury wedding shop, my heels tapping against tiles. Anything to avoid staring at my wristwatch for the umpteenth time because then I was going to get mad, and getting angry today was not an option. Davy was fashionably late, as usual, a habit that had worsened over time, but this was important. He was supposed to be beside me as I searched for my dream dress, yet he was nowhere to be found. I forced myself to take a deep breath, let the cool air from

Davy’s POVI dragged my feet across the ward, ignoring the nurses trying to get my attention. For once, the roles were reversed. I was now the female bird, and they the male birds trying to get my attention.But in truth, I was only exhausted.I had undergone two hectic deliveries, both vaginal births, which were advised against due to the complications. But the women insisted on a ‘natural’ birth, a belief imposed by their religion, and of course because of their annoying husbands, who believed there were only real women if they had to pass through groveling pain.All of my advice—epidurals and CS—had fallen on deaf ears, and I had no choice but to push through even though they both lost quite a volume of blood.“Good job you did there, Doctor.” Elsie, the new intern nurse, praised me, and I nodded, giving her a smile before moving to the call room.I beelined for the washroom, washing my hands thoroughly, the warm water making its way to my head and cooling the chaos in there.Yet

“Anna.”“No.” I was already untangling myself from him, stepping away from him, the moment lost. My body moaned at the loss of the warmth, and it tingled, wanting to be close to him, but I had to stand firm.So now, I stood, my arms folded across my chest. “Why, tell me, dear FIANCÉ, why you wouldn’t accompany me to a fitting?” I demanded, making sure to stress his position in my life because, depending on his response, it was shaky.“Anna.” My fiancé called, standing up to meet me, yet his eyes were focused on my chest, particularly my breasts as they giggled with every movement, and I glowered at him.“Eyes up here, Mr.” I held his jaw, raising it up to meet my eyes. Davy’s jaw widened in a sheepish smile, and mine had already started mirroring his action when I remembered I was supposed to be angry, and I slapped a frown on my face. “Now why wouldn’t you be able to follow me for dress shopping? You promise me, Davy!” I yelled, throwing my hands in the air. “We were supposed to do t

I should be given an award in endurance; in fact, there should be a statue of me located in Heald Square just next to George Washington, and it would be titled "For Your Enduring Spirit."Because here I was, standing in front of my husband, a title that would officially be his in 5 minutes if the damn priest would stop acting like a sloth.I ignored the words of admonition he was dishing out, choosing to focus on my man. Decked in a single-breasted beige suit from Husbands Paris, he was breathtaking. His hair had been pushed back, and with the undercut, he was lethal.He had ditched his glasses for contact lenses the exact color of his eyes, and they reminded me of the skies in the winter. Slowly, I blinked, as if taking a snapshot of him, committing the entire look to mind because this would be the last memory of him in my dying bed.“I love you.” He mouthed, his eyes twinkling with so much love, and I was weak against those words, especially coming from those lips I so desperately w

“Hey wife,” my eyes fluttered as I heard the voice of my husband, and I smiled sweetly just before the event of yesterday attacked me, along with a splitting headache, and my face twisted as pain shot over my head. “Are you alright?” Davy asked, looking at me with so much tenderness.He was back to his glasses, hiding his eye color, but I had ingrained those orbs in my mind so much that I didn’t need any other viewing.“Headache.” I whispered, afraid if my voice was any louder it would increase the pain rocketing through my head. It was like the cells in my head were throwing a wild after-party, banging against my skull and tugging on my eye sockets as they danced.“Here.” Davy held out two tablets, and he helped me into a sitting position, watching as I took them and closed my eyes, waiting for the effect to take place. “Where are we, love?” I whispered, the drummers in my head quieting down after they had received their bribe—Advil. The room was brown and white; the table beside it