My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Gwendolyn. I knew alcohol wasn’t going to help me, but I still opted for it. It gives me temporary relief from my heartache and the pain of knowing Henry was cheating. I opened the wine and poured a large amount on the glass then gulped it down, letting out a sigh of relief. Normally, I only have a glass after Henry’s drama but soon when the pain became too much I turned it to two and then three, and it went on and on. While sitting there I started thinking about my life, and if there was one thing I could totally agree with that would be this. This wasn’t the life I envisioned with Henry after getting married; me getting almost drunk every time we had a quarrel and he, cheating on me with his lover. I didn’t plan my life this way, when I ran away from home to be with him, this wasn’t what I was expecting. I had dreamt of a bright and happy future where Henry and I were happily married with three children, living in a quiet and peaceful neighborhood with either a cat or a dog. But

Henry. I walked into the room after contemplating on what to say to her, my steps halted when I saw the miserable position she was in.She was my wife, after all, so I really get the pleasure of seeing something as delicate as her suffer?Yes.That was the answer to my question, Gwen deserves everything happening to her and maybe even more. If she hasn’t been such a cunning biitch who only wanted me to herself, then she wouldn’t be in this position today. She wouldn’t be here sitting with her hand on her head and crying softly if she didn’t make that drastic decision years back. And I wouldn’t be here trying to haul more insult at her for trying to be herself.“You walked out on me, Gwen?” I asked. My hands were clenched by my side.Slowly, she raised her head up and stare at me with tears in her eyes. Trust Gwen never to hold a grudge, regardless of what you’ve done to her, she wouldn’t hold it against you. Instead, she’ll be looking at you like she was a god who doesn’t sin and tha

Standing there with a shattered heart, I observed the pair in front of me. My thoughts wandered, wondering why Henry would bring us to this place when he knew his lover would be here. Why did he even take the time to be with us when he knew he couldn't be fully present?I tried to calm my racing heart and consider my options: should I go back inside to meet jasmine, or approach the two of them? After much contemplation, I decided to confront them. As I approached, it became clear that they were engaged in a heated argument. Henry's body was tense and alert, while the woman was the one doing all the talking."What's happening here?" I inquired, focusing my gaze on Henry and pretending not to see the lady next to him."Perfect! It's great that she's here, Henry. Why don't we fill her in on what's going on?" She sneered.I turned to Henry, but he refused to even acknowledge my presence. "Henry, why are you here? Jasmine has been looking for you," I said, trying to brush off the woman's c

Gwen's life flashed before her eyes as the word “divorce” echoed in her mind. She couldn't believe it. Henry was divorcing her - no, he had already divorced her. All that was left was for her to sign the papers, and that thought terrified her.

Struggling to control her breathing, Gwen looked at Henry. He was staring at her like he was looking at something other than a person. 
“What do you mean, Henry?” She asked, still unsure of what she heard. 

“Don't tell me your ears are broken as well?” He sneered.But Gwen didn't have time for his taunts. If he wanted to mock her, he could do it later. Right now, the situation was far more serious than he could imagine. How dare he think he could divorce her whenever he pleased? When they signed the marriage certificate and exchanged vows, he promised to be with her until death did them part. So why was he suddenly bringing divorce papers to her?“I still don't understand what you're trying to say, Henry,” I said, picking up the papers from th

Gwen.
The next morning, Henry was up, and his side of the bed was cold when I woke up, which meant that he had left many hours ago. I sighed, but didn't let that trouble me. My gaze peered at my little sunshine who was still sleeping beside me, a smile graced my lips, and I marveled at how peaceful and cute she looked even in her sleep.
While sitting there lost in my thoughts, my mind went back to the conversation we had last night.
“The divorce.”
Henry was so persistent about it, and I wondered why I didn't give him what he wanted last night. I mulled over it last night while pretending to be asleep, there was no need to fight for him when I have already lost the fight. It was clear as day that Henry didn't and doesn't belong to me.
He wants a divorce, so why not give it to him? He can go stay with Emily and his little family for all I care. I was done taking his bullshit and his tantrums, done hoping he would one day change his mind and be with me fully.
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