My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back

Randy's PovOn the day of our fifth-year-anniversary, three days ago, I walked in on my wife, touching herself and moaning, until she orgasmed with another man's name on her lips and for the first time in my life, I cried. My leg bounced repeatedly on the floor as my eyes darted towards the grandfather's antic clock on the wall for the umpteenth time. “Where are you, Clara?” I wondered aloud as the clock read 2:00am. Even though the memory of my wife pining for another man while touching herself remained clear in my head, I still sat there like a fool, worried about her safety. Old habits die hard I guess. The words echoed in my head as I heard the front door being unlocked from outside. “Hey, where have you been? it's two in the morning?” I asked, moving quickly to the door. Clara walked in, her phone against her ears and a bright smile on her face as she totally ignored my entire presence. “In your condition, you can't drink,” I began to say, but Clara dumped the black coat on

Randy's POV As soon as I walked back into the house, I received an email notification;“Mister White, Please report to the NRMC head center within a week. Project Spinal begins in Three weeks. Sender: NRMC.”As I read the mail, I walked to my room to get my things ready. As my eyes took in my belongings, it occurred to me for the first time that I didn't really have so much. In the five years I had spent in this house, I was kind of glad that I didn't really have a lot of things to pack. Before I could even start with the arrangement, a loud bang resounded on the front door, making me rush towards it to open it up. “Are you stupid? I've always told you, five seconds max. I knock, you open, but you took 45 seconds,” Selene, Clara’s younger sister shouted, as soon as the door opened. “Now, apologise for making me wait,” she added, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. Instead of answering her, I quietly took in a deep calming breath as I wasn't in the mood for her shenanigans. Wi

Randy's Pov The fluorescent lights above me buzzed in that annoying way hospital lights always do. I sat on the edge of the examination bed, my shoulder throbbing with each heartbeat as the doctor wrapped the final layer of the brace around my arm."You're lucky it's not dislocated," the doctor said, securing the velcro straps. "But you've got a pretty nasty sprain here. The ligaments are stretched, and there's some inflammation. You'll need to keep this brace on for at least two weeks, maybe three.""Thanks, doc," I replied, my voice coming out flatter than I intended."I'm prescribing some pain medication and anti-inflammatories," he continued, scribbling on his prescription pad. "Ice it for fifteen minutes every few hours, and for God's sake, don't try to lift anything heavy. Rest is crucial for healing."I nodded, taking the prescription from his hand. The paper felt thin between my fingers as I folded it and shoved it into my pocket. The doctor gave me one last concerned look be

Randy's Pov Kyle's request hung in the air like a challenge, his eyes fixed on Clara with an expression that managed to look both helpless and expectant at the same time. I felt my jaw tighten, the muscles in my neck tensing as I waited for Clara's response."You want me to help you?" Clara asked, her voice rising slightly in what sounded like surprise.For a brief moment, a flicker of something that might have been hope sparked in my chest. Maybe she would refuse. Maybe she would remember that her husband was standing right there, injured and hurting, and tell Kyle to call a nurse like any other patient would. Maybe, just this once, she would choose me.But then Kyle's face shifted into that puppy-dog expression he seemed so good at, his lower lip jutting out slightly. "Pretty please, Clara? I really can't manage with this wrist. It hurts too much to move it."The hope died as quickly as it had appeared."Oh, I see what's happening here," I said, my voice cutting through the space b

Randy's Pov The phone in my hand suddenly felt like it weighed nothing at all, or maybe everything did. I looked at Clara's face, at the confusion and denial written clearly across her features, and something that might have been exhaustion settled deep in my bones."What divorce papers are you talking about?" Clara said, her voice rising slightly. She took another step closer, her hands uncrossing to gesture at me. "I never signed any divorce papers."The hallway seemed to shrink around us, the blue walls pressing in from both sides. A nurse wheeled a cart past us, the wheels squeaking rhythmically against the linoleum floor, but she didn't stop or look our way. Just another domestic drama playing out in a hospital corridor, nothing she hadn't seen a hundred times before."You signed the divorce papers yourself," I said, my voice coming out calmer than I felt. The phone was still in my hand, Professor Daniel probably still on the line or maybe he'd hung up by now. I couldn't remembe