เข้าสู่ระบบAria POVRain poured in relentless sheets across the windshield as we pulled away from my parents' house, the wipers struggling to keep up while a tight ball of unease tightened further in my stomach with every passing street. I'd only agreed to this one hour because a small corner of me still clung to the possibility of an explanation, something that might justify the divorce papers I'd placed so carefully on his pillow, but sitting beside Damien in the passenger seat felt like willingly stepping back into the exact silence that had driven me away in the first place. The familiar road home unfolded ahead, streetlights smearing past through the downpour, and I kept glancing across at him jaw clenched firm, eyes locked straight ahead, not one word exchanged since we'd fastened our seatbelts. I expected him to break the quiet eventually, to start outlining whatever proof he believed would change my mind about us, but the minutes dragged on thick and oppressive until the weight of it
Damien POVThe drive home always unwound the day's tension, city lights fading behind me as I pulled into the driveway expecting the usual quiet house waiting. But something felt off tonight from the moment I stepped inside no faint clatter from the kitchen where Aria sometimes lingered over late dishes, no soft glow spilling from the living room, just an emptiness that settled heavy in the air. Shook it off as fatigue while loosening my tie and heading upstairs, keys jingling lightly in my pocket, eager for a shower and bed. Pushed the bedroom door open casually, and that's when it hit a crisp white folder lying perfectly centered on my pillow like it had been placed there with purpose. Stomach tightened as I picked it up, flipping it open to bold black letters that stopped me cold: *Petition for Dissolution of Marriage*. Pages rustled under my fingers, legal terms blurring slightly as reality sank in sharp and disbelieving. Her handwriting sat neat on a note below: *Sign when r
Aria POVMorning came too fast after that sleepless night, sunlight slicing through the curtains like it had no business being so bright when my world felt so dark. I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, letting the decision settle deeper into my bones divorce wasn't just an idea anymore, it was the only path left. I'd given everything to this marriage, chased shadows of connection through storms and silences, only to end up hearing him whisper love to another woman in the room next door. No more. Quietly, I got up, pulled on jeans and a sweater, and slipped out while his car was still gone, the house holding its breath around me. Hailed a cab downtown to the lawyer's office I'd looked up late in the night, a small firm with good reviews for handling things discreetly.The meeting felt surreal, sitting across from Mr. Reynolds in his cramped office lined with law books and faded certificates. He listened without judgment as I laid it out irreconcilable differences,
Aria's POVI stopped trying after the hospital day. No more early mornings rushing to make his favorite breakfast or setting the table with that quiet hope he might sit down with me for once. No more fixing my hair in the mirror or slipping into the colors he used to notice just to catch a glance from him. No more standing by the door with soft questions about his day when he came home late, hoping to pull him into some kind of conversation. What was the point of any of it when I'd walked in on him kissing Sophia's forehead in that hospital room, holding her so gently like she was the only person who mattered? I'd seen enough. So I pulled back completely, staying locked in my room through the long days, only creeping out once I heard the sound of his car pulling away down the driveway each morning. Then I'd make a quick coffee in the kitchen, sit for a bit in the living room if the light was good, or wander the gardens when the weather allowed. But the moment his engine rumbled
Aria POV One Month Later One month has dragged by so slowly it's hard to believe. Every single day, the distance between Damien and me just keeps growing wider, like there's this huge wall between us that I can't find a way to climb. He hardly says anything to me anymore not even good morning or goodnight most days. If I try to talk to him, ask how his day went or if he wants dinner together, he just cuts me off with a sharp "Not now" or walks away without even looking back. It leaves me feeling so lost and sad, lying in bed at night with this heavy ache in my chest, wondering why I keep trying when it feels like I'm the only one who cares about making this marriage work. I've been doing everything I can think of to bridge the gap. I get up early to make his favorite breakfasts, keep the house spotless just how he likes it. But nothing changes. It's like all my efforts disappear into thin air. This morning was another punch to the gut. I'd set out a nice spread fluffy scrambl
Third Person POVRain hammered the windows with relentless fury, thunder rumbling deep and ominous as it shook the glass panes. The power had flickered out over an hour earlier, plunging the sprawling house into velvety darkness broken only by the hesitant glow of candles Aria had scavenged from the kitchen drawers. She sat cross-legged on the living room rug, the soft flickering light casting long, dancing shadows across the walls and furniture, transforming the familiar space into something intimate yet strangely alien. That quiet, unreadable nod Damien had given her earlier still lingered in her thoughts, hinting at some subtle shift between them. Part of her hoped the storm would keep him away longer; another part ached with a disappointment she refused to name.The front door banged open downstairs, followed by Damien's low curse as he shook rain from his coat. Wet footsteps tracked heavily up the stairs, pausing at the threshold of the living room where warm candlelight spille







