Let's Divorce

 Addison’s POV

Damon and I have been a married couple for about four years now, and over the past two years, I've noticed that Damon, my husband's attitude, is very different from when we first got married. Damon, who used to be so warm, caring, and loved me so much, has turned so cold, and it's as if he's no longer reachable.

 

I've known Damon my whole life. We've been friends since childhood, and I love him very much. Damon has always been very kind and warm to me. It's just that in the past two years, he's been very cold to me. Sometimes, he also treated me very harshly. He's turned into a man I don't recognise.

 

I'm sure this marriage won't last much longer because I know that my husband has another woman behind my back. We never had a warm conversation anymore, not even to say hello. Plus, we've also been sleeping separately for months.

 

There was nothing to look forward to at all.

 

I let out a long breath. Thinking about my marriage that was already on the brink. I felt that it could no longer be saved, considering Damon had already filed divorce papers against me, and he had signed it. I could see how much he wanted to part with me.

 

Then I typed a message to him, asking him to meet me in court to settle all this. I think it's best for everyone.

 

"We meet in court in an hour, and you'll get what you want."

 

After sending the message to Damon, I stepped inside the hospital building to see how Dad was doing, who was currently in a coma. Damon knew how Dad was doing, but like me, Damon's attitude was indifferent to Dad's health. Dad and Damon used to be very close. They often spent time together to exchange ideas on business. Father once said that Damon was a perfect son-in-law and had a warm personality.

 

My footsteps had almost reached the room where Dad was being treated. Just then, the nurse on duty informed me that Dad had suffered a sudden heart attack and had suffered a seizure. I panicked and got scared when I heard the news.

 

"Nurse, what's his current condition?" I asked a nurse who had just come out of my father's hospital room.

 

"We've just given him an injection of medicine to make his condition calmer than before."

 

I nodded in understanding. I hoped he would get better soon, it had been over four months since he had been admitted, and it was making me tired. I feared he would leave me alone because he was all I had in this world.

 

"Oh, yes, Miss, one more thing. Please finish the payment soon because your father is going to have an operation in the near future, and of course, you have to have a lot of money," she told me.

 

"Oh, sure, I will," I replied stiffly. "Um, sorry, how much will the surgery cost, if I may know?"

 

The nurse shoved both hands into her uniform pockets. "About one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Maybe you can prepare that much or more."

 

Suddenly, my palms were wet. I felt very anxious because I didn't have that much money, plus I didn't have a job either. Stupidly, I had always relied on Damon. Damon always forbids me whenever I want to work. He said that now I had him to rely on. I remember Damon's words at that time;

 

"I can't let you work and meet other men out there, Baby, because I'm a jealous man."

 

I bit my lip and just looked at Dad through the window on the door of the hospital room. Finally, feeling frantic, I left Dad's hospital room. I felt my body weaken again, having no energy at all.

 

I staggered down the hospital corridor with mixed feelings.

 

After leaving the hospital, I was in a place I had been to several times. I wanted to meet someone.

 

"Adisson!"

 

I raised my head and found a blonde woman wearing a snell standing near me. I went over to her, and we embraced warmly.

 

"It's good to see you," she said as we hugged.

 

That woman was Shofia, my best friend since middle school. We were good friends. We were also at the same university. She majored in medicine, while I took business management because I intended to continue my father's business. However, unfortunately, in the middle of my studies, Damon proposed to me, asking him to be his wife. I felt like the luckiest girl and said yes to his proposal. Some lecturers regretted my decision to marry early. Plus, five months ago, my father's business went bankrupt and made my father's health drop, so I was very shocked by this fact. Luckily, Damon was always by my side.

 

"How are you going to take the treatment I'm offering, Addy?" asked Shofia after we broke the hug.

 

I let out a short breath. It was hard to decide at a time like this. I still had to find the funds for the hospital fees and also Dad's surgery, which was not small.

 

"Addy, come here," invited Shofia, who grabbed my arm, asking me to sit on the waiting chairs that lined the hospital corridor.

 

I complied, and we sat next to each other on the cold metal chairs.

 

"Don't you want to tell your family about it?" asked Shofia.

 

I shook my head weakly. "I don't have the kind of family you mean, Shof."

 

Shofia frowned. "What about your husband, Addy? He needs to know this," she said again.

 

I looked up at her with a sad look on my face. "We're getting a divorce soon."

 

"Divorced? Why? You haven't introduced him to me, Addy, and now you're saying you want a divorce," said Shofia, who didn't seem to understand. Shofia knew very well that I loved Damon, and for some reason, I had decided to divorce him.

 

We kept the marriage a secret from the start. Of course, it wasn't my wish, but Damon's. At the beginning of the marriage, he said it wasn't the right time for the public to know about our marriage. So, we had to keep this marriage a secret until it was ready to be known by the public. Because I loved him so much, I just obeyed his wish to be satisfied with this secret marriage.

 

"The matter is complicated, Shof, and I'm sorry I can't explain it to you right now." I was still being stubborn with her.

 

Shofia let out a long sigh. "Someone should know what's going on with you right now. You can't bear all this alone."

 

"Shofie, I'm fine, you don't have to worry. Okay?!"

 

Shofia shook her head. She still doesn't understand why I'm always this stubborn.

 

"Addison, you can't underestimate your illness. The brain cancer you're suffering from is not a minor illness! You have to think about your health, don't be stubborn!"

 

I bit my lip as my hands squeezed each other tightly. What Shofia said was true, but I was still thinking about Dad's condition.

 

Everything around me was not going well. Everything was slowly disintegrating, even inside me, without the man I loved caring about me