It had been two days since I walked out of the divorce firm with my heart in pieces and a thousand thoughts raging in my mind. Two long, heavy days since the lawyer’s words kept haunting me like a curse—“If you want to win, find the proof yourself.” Every time I tried to cut vegetables or slice onions, I ended up cutting my skin instead. My hands were covered with small wounds, and maybe that was life’s poetic way of saying my heart wasn’t the only thing bleeding. So today, I didn’t go to work. It was my day off, and for the first time in weeks, silence filled the house. William is already back from school. Noah had left early this morning. The walls felt different, quiet but judging, whispering the things I was too scared to admit aloud. My phone buzzed on the table, its sharp vibration slicing through the silence. I grunted, dragging myself to it. The number was unknown, and for a moment, I considered ignoring it, but something in me said answer it. “Hello?” I said quietly
After we made love, I hated how good it felt. How my body still remembered his touch even when my heart had forgotten how to trust him. He was so damn good — too good. Like he knew exactly how to make me forget the truth, even for a night. My night was good, nerves calmed and after weeks I was able to sleep and relax my mind.But something happened before dawn, I heard the sound of the door clicked slightly closed, and the sound woke me. I turned myself and found out I was left alone on the bed. I rolled myself off the bed and saw his phone was no longer on the lamp stand.By morning, my chest felt too heavy to breathe. I took my bag and headed straight to the divorce firm. If I didn’t move now, I’d lose the last thread of sanity holding me together.The man sitting across from me was polite but sharp-eyed, the kind that dealt with heartbreak for breakfast. “You have the upper hand,” he said, sliding a folder across the polished table. “Your husband doesn’t know you’re aware of the a
I was still at work when the doctor from the hospital called — Noah’s mother had taken a bad turn. My heart didn’t even flinch. Not because I didn’t care, but because I was already exhausted by everything that carried Noah’s name.After work, I drove straight there. The smell of antiseptic and despair hit me the moment I walked in, a little bit different to ours. The doctor said her inflammation had worsened with her blood pressure too.“Emma,” she whispered when she saw me. Her voice was paper-thin. “I’m sorry I made you come when you’re busy.”“Do you want me to call Noah?” I asked, setting the fruit basket and water I brought beside her bed.“No, don’t bother,” she sighed. “He can’t do anything… no need to worry about him.”I took a glance at her then back to the flow regulator of the drip attached to her hand. “I'll leave once I see you fall asleep,” I said quietly. My voice carried a tone I didn’t intend — cold, restrained, tired.Since I’ve entered, there were no smiles on my f
I headed back upstairs to wash and get myself clean again, suppressing my pale face with cold water. I got dressed, not even having the energy or feeling like going to work again. My body ached as if I had carried a week’s worth of heartbreak on my shoulders.So, I settled down on the chair trying to rest my nerves since the cooling water I splashed on myself didn't do much or reduce the pain in my heart. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and my face looked composed, but inside, I was unraveling — thread by thread.I didn't know what to do again at this point. I wanted him to confess to me and maybe I could find a way to forgive him despite knowing the pain won't leave but I thought if he had said the truth, I might later forget it after a long time.But then, a thought crawled into my mind.If he wouldn’t confess, I would make him.I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling so badly that I almost dropped it. The screen unlocked at the sight of my face. I tapped Amara’s contac
So this morning, William has gone early to school and I'm also preparing myself for work. I sat alone at the dining table still thinking about how I would confront and ask Noah, but I didn't know how to ask him. I didn't know how to say it or what to start with that would take us to reach there.Still lost, his figure appeared from the staircase as he was coming down to the dining room. The appearance of his figure caused my heart to race as if I had done something bad to him in secret.I couldn't avoid looking at his face when he asked me as he placed his car key on the table before settling down.“Where is William?”“He left for school early with a friend,” I replied having some out of the coffee trying to build my courage.“How's the movie coming along?” I asked, setting my question in motion.“The investor requested a revised scenario. Other than that hassle, things are fine,” he replied, taking a bite from the bread.I let my gaze at him, watching him in silence as he eats, my mi
“One more thing.” I kept my voice flat, careful. “I need a urine sample.”Her face was drained of color.For the second time since she walked in, she looked afraid and that gave me my first breath of relief.She rolled her eyes at me secretly, not knowing I had caught them with a blaze of annoyance burning in them. She let her bag drop to the chair and took the disposable cup. Her fingers squeezed it so hard the plastic creaked. She walked into the restroom and slammed the door.A hot chill of sweat covers my face. I exhaled hard as if my breath had been held for 10 minutes. I could feel my head aching already, from the pumpers that I could discover after I ran the test and I pray everything will be negative.I have been pacing through with my heavy heart racing hard for about 10 minutes since she entered and hasn’t come out. I reached for the wall and leaned against it, resting my trembling body against and I saw my reflection in the mirror in front of me.I march forward to it. My