Chapter 1: Let’s divorce

My husband hasn't slept at home for the past few weeks because he has been working hard at the office. A new project he said. I missed him. I missed having him beside me at night. His warmth holding me through the cold night. Today he called again telling me he can't make it back for dinner as he will be working late. That would make it five nights in a roll. 

The sharp feeling of disappointment I felt was something I couldn't shake off even if I tried. I know Tim is working hard to provide for us, and I do not begrudge him that, but most times I wish that he would prioritize us. 

While I sat in the kitchen contemplating my marriage, an idea struck my mind. I have never done it before, so I was a little nervous. Tim has never loved surprises but I wanted to have dinner with him. I missed seeing him across me in the dinning table, and the whole house feel so empty without him. 

Being a housewife with a hardworking husband can be lonely at times. 

Without letting myself talk me out of this idea I got up from the chair and went about putting my idea into play. 

I wasn't a very good cook at the start of our marriage, but with the help of Tim's mother I have gotten better at it. It was not an easy lesson, as my mother in law was a woman hard to please. 

I have no family of my own so Tim's family is all I have, and his friends mine, which makes his absence all the more prominent. 

I prepared Rice, vegetable sauce, chicken and a lot of side dishes. Tim loves this, and I hoped that making his favorite dish will lessen his dislike for surprises. 

I stared down at the well packaged food with a hopeful expression. I hope he loves it, I muttered softly to myself before I left the kitchen. I made my way upstairs to our bedroom to get ready. 

When I came downstairs again I was more presentable. I exchanged the home casual for something a little fancy, and I had my red hair down. Playing dress up isn't something I do often, and that is because I rarely have the opportunity to wear fancy dresses. Tim isn't the type to go out. And if he does he goes alone because he has rarely asked me along. 

My marriage is a little lonely but I wasn't complaining. I love Tim and feel grateful to him for picking me. I have been alone for a long time when Tim came along. His love brought a spark of light in my lonely dark world. I have never been in love before. Tim was my first. My first in everything. 

I took a taxi to his office. Tim works in an advertising company, and is very good at his job. 

When I walked into his company building it all looked deserted. Not surprising as it is past office ours. Tim's office is upstairs. He is the creative director. I made my way there using the lift. 

It took me to the third floor. 

When the door opened I walked out into the corridor. Tim's office was at the end. 

As I drew closer to his office I started to hear voices. Looked like Tim had company. Maybe he was in a meeting. I thought about going back, but a look at the food in my hand changed my mind so I walked on. 

When I got to his door I heard a woman giggle. I wasn't expecting that, so I stopped abruptly in my tracks, my heart slammed hard against my chest. A feeling of dread washed over me as a suspicious feeling filled my mind. I debated whether to confirm the fears in my mind or to just leave. 

Sometimes ignorance can be a bliss. Then again leaving myself to wonder will kill me. 

I swallowed and then slowly made my way to his door. It soon became clear what was going on on the other side of the door as the two people behind it wasn't doing anything to keep their voice down. They had believed themselves alone. 

Do I want to know? 

The answer though distasteful was a yes. I wanted to be sure. 

I turned the handle of his door with pale hand and slightly pushed it open and there he was. My husband kissing another woman and both of them in a state of undress. There was little left to imagination. 

My heart shattered. I closed the door without revealing my presence and hurried away with tears streaming down my face. 

When I got outside the building I remembered the food in my hand. Everything in me screamed for me to throw it into the bin, but I hate to waste food. I have never had enough growing up in foster homes, so the idea makes me wince. 

Better to give it away than waste it. 

I searched for anyone who could benefit from my labored efforts. I found a homeless man camped few blocks away from Tim's building and made my way towards him. I handed him the bag and hurried away without waiting for his thanks. 

I cried all the way home, and the night wasn't pleasant as it was filled with nightmares about Tim's affairs. 

Days went bye without me saying anything, and Tim never indicating that he was seeing anyone outside our marriage. Things carried on like nothing has changed. No actually something did change. Tim was colder to me. I had thought it all started after that night, maybe it was when I noticed it. 

A month passed bye with things getting worse between Tim and I, and I never had the courage to confront him about his infidelities. I am someone who hates confrontation and would avoid it at all cost, but my silence was killing me inside, and my marriage. 

I didn't have anyone to ask for advice as all our friends are Tim's friends. 

A day came when everything came to a heel. 

A call came from Tim asking me to meet him somewhere. At a restaurant. He sounded so cold and hard on the phone which left me wondering if everything was alright. I tried to enquire but all he said was that we will talk when I get there. 

I made my way there with a feeling of foreboding overwhelming my senses. The restaurant Tim requested was an expensive nice restaurant. 

When I walked in he wasn't hard to find. Tim was a tall and gorgeous man, with one of those features that you can't help taking a second look at. 

I joined him at the table Taking the seat across from him. He didn't even attempt to acknowledge me, and had this serious intense look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" I was nervous inside, but my voice came out calm. 

"Hopefully there wouldn't be," he said coldly and pushed a white document towards me. I looked from his closed off expression on his face to the paper on the table. 

It was a divorce paper.