Xurion's POV I threw the last of my stuffs into my bag.“Five years. There's nothing much of my stuffs here anyways.”In the next few days, I'd be back to my dreams.And I don't have to bother Circe anymore.A knock came on the front door.I boxed my bag into the cupboard and then went to get the door.Caspian, Circe's twin brother walked in, his both hands dug into his pockets. His curly blonde hair fell to his face and he looked just like Circe, save for his eyes, that's rather brown and the innocent glasses that sat on his nose bridge.He had a body structure just like Gary, tall and built, but he is undoubtedly different from him. If arrogance had a face and pride had a name, it would be Caspian in person.Right now he's wearing a deep scowl, I could mistake him for a gorilla or something.The heck! This wasn't the right time to be pissed off.“Hey man! Didn't we discuss this?” His pissing low tone asked, as he shut the door with his leg, “ I knock and you open as soon as possi
Xurion's POVMr. Landon’s words made my heart tap, “How do you feel about going to Mars, Xurion?”I felt like I needed someone to pull me out of my revelry.Like I was in a dream. Or had a virtual reality headset strapped to my head, or something.Space was always my dream. When I got married to Circe, I shelved it for her.She doesn't even see it.But not anymore.With the best confident voice I had in my lungs, I answered, “Count me in sir!”“That's what I want to hear!” His voice rose with glee, “I’m confident in your decisions.”He said.As we spoke, I felt like the proudest man in the world.I'd never been this proud or felt worthy for a long time.I've been made to feel inferior for so long I almost started believing everything Circe said about me.But her words doesn't define, anymore. Not now that she's signed us apart forever.“Full transparency here, Xurion,” Mr. Landon continued, his tone sweet to my ears. “ You are gonna be off planet for a year,” he paused, letting it sim
Xurion's POV “Let's get a divorce,” I repeated slowly.The word tasted like sour candy in my mouth.She stared in shock. Surprised. Or excited maybe. Her phone dinged. “Whatever!” She said, returning to her phone. My breath stalled mid-chest.Was she going to..?“Where are you, Dray?” She picked the pen, uncapped it and just like that…signed the divorce papers. “I can't wait to see you too. Yeah, no, no, I'm gonna get changed and I will be right out, okay?” The same reaction always.I talk and you tune out. Even when my speech was harmless.And even when I'm asking for a divorce.You didn't even hesitate and threw five years of our life away.Was she anticipating it before now?Excitedly, she stands up and leaves.“Circe, do you even have the idea what you just signed?” I asked, perplexed and still trying to understand what just happened.She suddenly furrowed, her blue eyes practically glinting under the bright white light. “Yeah, some form about my medical treatment,” she answe
Xurion's POV “Why do you have Drayton's jacket?” I asked, turning to look at her, the word came out sharper than I meant it to be.“Oh my God,” she half smiled, her expression shifting from devastation to, I don’t know, something way irritating.“We were drinking in his hotel room and I spilled some wine on myself, so I showered and changed my clothes, and I borrowed his jacket.” She explained, her voice bubbling with confidence.“You were at his hotel room, drinking alone and…,” I paused and ran my fingers through my hair, my jaw clamped tight, “it doesn't matter,” I gulped down my words, though the feeling of being cheated on twisted in my chest.I wanted to explain. I wanted to tell her how I felt about her ex-boyfriend sharing a room with her…in my absence. I wanted to remind her how he'd hurt her in the past and was suddenly trying to walk into the walls she'd built all these years, like nothing happened.But she'd accuse me of jealousy or being over-protective of her.I mean,
Xurion’s POVMistake. Or just fate. I don't know… But I wasted the last five years of my life married to a woman that still chose her ex-boyfriend who hurt her years ago.Happy anniversary, Circe.Eight years of loving you. Five years of calling you my wife.Today, our special day, I'll finally give you what you've always wanted. Freedom, sealed in ink, divorce papers.Now you can be with your first and only love.The one I caught you moaning his name at the garden on our last anniversary. And the same name you moaned most nights I attempted to have intimacy with you as my wife.I've been putting seizure medication in all your jackets, just so you are safe when I'm not there.And spraying your clothes with diazepam, all night when you were asleep.But you never even noticed all these things.That's fine. Drayton can take care of you from now on.I spent three months at the dietitian to learn how to cook healthy foods for you to manage your peptic ulcer.But you don't even know this.