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Jessica ached for something that was lost yet still felt remorse when she noticed the cozy vibe creating the aura of the café. Even now, she struggled to comprehend why such agonizing fate awaited her existence.

“What is this about? What’s going on?” she whispered under her breath, gazing vacantly at the cup of coffee’s wisps of vapor.

In his thoughts, the anger and pain she was engulfed in deserved to be there, consumed by the breach made by the person she once held dearest. 

“Tell me Mr. Kevin, do I even make the cut? Is any part of me good enough for you?” she mumbled. This was the wife of his best friend he was married to and the overwhelming feeling of pain at the thought intensified. 

“I won’t beat around the bush here. Kevin, can you tell me honestly, is there a shred of love left for the feast? If so, do you still love her?&rdqu

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  • Painful Divorce    104

    The day moved slowly. Jessica washed clothes, hung them to dry, swept the porch, then sat on the long bench reading a book she had abandoned long ago. Beside her, Anya fell asleep with her head on Jessica’s lap.By late afternoon, clouds hung low in the sky. The wind carried the scent of rain, and the faint sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. But Jessica didn’t go inside. She stayed there, holding Anya close, letting everything remain still.When the drizzle finally came, she simply lowered her head slightly, kissing the crown of Anya’s head. “Thank you for coming into Auntie’s life,” she whispered.Inside the house, Randy opened a window and called out, “Jessica, it’s raining…”Jessica turned. “Just a little longer, Dad. Let it be for now.”Randy let her be.Because he knew—sometimes what we need isn’t shelter from the rain, but the courage to stand b

  • Painful Divorce    103

    Jessica stood in the doorway, watching from afar. There was a feeling both strange and familiar, seeing Kevin with Anya. She didn’t know if this was a new beginning, or just a fleeting moment she’d remember someday. But for tonight, it was enough.After a few minutes, Kevin turned and stood. “I’ll head home now.”Jessica nodded. “Take care.”He looked at her for a moment. “Thank you… for letting me back in, even just for a little while.”Jessica simply smiled. No long reply was needed. Sometimes, the most touching things are not the words, but the silence chosen together.After Kevin left, Jessica sat back down beside Anya. She looked at the little girl’s face and adjusted the blanket over her.“Are you happy, sweetheart?” she whispered softly. “Auntie will do everything to make sure you can keep laughing every day.”Anya didn’t answer, of

  • Painful Divorce    102

    After finishing her water, Jessica returned to the living room to play with Anya. She helped build a little house out of sofa cushions, made a tiny blanket from a handkerchief, and drew windows on paper that they then taped to the sides of the “house.”As midday came and the sun grew hotter, Anya yawned several times. Jessica led her to the bedroom, laying her down in her arms and humming a soft song.Gradually, Anya drifted off to sleep.Jessica stayed there, staring at the plain white ceiling. She felt like the room itself—calm, without unnecessary decorations, but enough.By late afternoon, her phone rang softly. She stepped out of the room so as not to wake Anya. On the screen, Kevin’s name appeared. Jessica stared at it for a few seconds before answering.“Hello?”“Hi, Jess…” Kevin’s voice was cautious. “Can we talk for a bit?”Jessica hesitated. “Now?

  • Painful Divorce    101

    Jonas raised his eyebrows. “Well, maybe you don’t know me that well yet.”Jessica laughed softly—a laugh she hadn’t allowed herself to feel freely in a while. It felt good, having that lightness in her again. Free, easy.“Anya,” Jonas called gently as he approached. “Can I sit here?”Anya patted the floor beside her. “Sit here. We’ll build a big bridge.”Jessica smiled. She let Jonas sit and help with the blocks. The three of them formed a small, warm circle. Block by block, color by color, they stacked and arranged. Sometimes it leaned. Sometimes it fell. But they always built it back up together.Before long, Anya began to yawn. She leaned against Jessica’s arm and rubbed her eyes.“Sleepy, sweetheart?” Jessica asked softly.Anya nodded sleepily.Jessica stood, lifting Anya in her arms—her body now heavier, but still

  • Painful Divorce    100

    “Auntie, is this a bridge?” she asked, glancing up and pointing at the blocks.Jessica nodded. “Yes, sweetheart. A very beautiful bridge.”Anya giggled, then returned to her task. At the same time, Jessica turned toward the kitchen. She could hear dishes being washed gently, and her father’s breath occasionally shaky with age. Yet, there were no complaints. No angry voices or demands.It had been a long time since Jessica experienced such a peaceful morning.Before, mornings were the most exhausting time: waking up nauseous, hiding the pain, pretending everything was fine. But now, morning had turned into something gentle. She knew her body wasn’t fully healed—there would still be tired days, follow-up visits, and restrictions—but the weight in her chest no longer felt the same.Anya called out again, “Auntie, let’s make a house?”Jessica smiled. “Let’s do it.&rdqu

  • Painful Divorce    99

    About half an hour later, Randy emerged from his room, his hair still slightly damp and his shirt a bit wrinkled. “Have you eaten breakfast?”Jessica shook her head. “Not yet, Dad. But Anya’s had her milk.”“Good.” Randy walked to the kitchen, then peeked into the living room. “You look fresher today.”Jessica nodded. “This morning feels lighter.”Randy didn’t say anything else, but the calm smile on his face said it all. He started taking out ingredients for breakfast: eggs, bread, and some leftover stir-fry. Jonas stood up and joined him in the kitchen, as usual offering small help—sometimes accepted, sometimes declined.Jessica remained in the living room, now tidying up Anya’s scattered blocks. Her hands felt stronger today. Her eyes no longer puffy. And for the first time in a long while, she felt not just like she was surviving—but truly living.A

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