Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

I managed to rein myself in, reaching into my purse for my phone and calling the one person that would understand.“Kim,” I cried as soon as it was connected, running away from his house because any more moments I spent there, I was going to break down. “Kim!”“Anna, what the hell? Are you crying?” Her voice boomed from the speaker, coaxing even more tears from me. “What happened?”“Davy!” I cried, entering the comfort of my car before I broke down entirely.“What happened to him?”"H-he..." The words were lodged stubbornly in my throat, and no matter what I did, they refused to come out.“Anna,” Kim’s voice broke through the din. “I need you to inhale deeply and tell me what happened.”I nodded until I realized she couldn’t see me, and I forced out a quiet yes, following her instruction. Dragging air into my lungs, I inhaled deeply, slowly exhaling it, and somehow it helped the stubborn lodge dissolve.“Good, now tell me what happened.”“Davy!” I cried again, my voice breaking. “He w

I stood behind the door, taking deep breaths while simultaneously trying to avoid the man who had been haunting my dreams.I tried to push down his betrayal, the hurt he had caused me, choosing to focus on the task at hand, and I slapped a large smile on my face, preparing myself as I held the doorknob and opened it.“Mom!” I exclaimed, my lips breaking into a genuine smile as I came face to face with the woman who had birthed me, one I loved dearly.“My baby,” she cooed, pulling me into her arms. I melted into her embrace instantly, my face buried in her shoulder as her hand stroked my back. The familiar scent of home clung to her, wrapping around me, easing a tension I hadn’t realized I carried.Inhaling deeply, I held her extra tight, my eyes closed as the smile even widened more.Gosh, I have missed my mom. Especially with everything happening right now, it was necessary that she come; her presence alone gave me enough strength to power through whatever challenges I might be facin

How do talking stages even occur?I was quick to learn I was terrible at them, but you wouldn’t blame me. Davy and I had plunged headfirst into this thing we were in right now, so there was barely a chance to exchange meaningless words.We had learned about each other on the go, but even I had to admit it was fun.However, willingly chatting and getting to know someone all over again was difficult.I felt bad for Luke; he seemed to be a good guy. If only he knew his attention was wasted on me. It was even sad that I would never consider dating him if it weren’t for this issue.So I allowed the guilt to spur me on and the fact that this was revenge at Davy, even though a small voice was basically telling me this couldn’t be considered revenge.However, I tried to make an effort, talking with him, and honestly, he wasn’t bad. He was a software developer at Avant, a little bit of a nerd, but at least he had a bit of a funny bone.So I tried chatting with him until it landed on a date. I

I did remember it every day after the event. It’s hard not to do so when it besieged my dream and even my awake time.I wanted, no, needed to see him again, but the next opportunity was in two weeks' time, way too long for me to wait.It was why I pushed for the second date.Maybe, just maybe, he would use the connection we had, the one he had always claimed, and come rescue me.Besides, I was actually excited about this one, and I had high hopes. He was Kim’s friend who had been pestering her for my contact, and after I had told her about my plight, she decided to let him message me.But even I knew it was useless; there was barely any spark between us. He was just obsessed with the fact that he was going to be with Kim’s friend since he couldn’t be with Kim.The man was so vain that talking to him was a chore, but for Davy—because he was the reason I was going through all this—I pushed through. Only because he was somewhat popular, I dressed up a little, in a pink halter-neck dress

I thought I would have time to prepare myself, that I would have developed a bit of strength before the mediation started, but the judge had only given us a thirty-day interval, which meant whatever we were doing had to be fast. So now we sat in a room that was too simple for the thoughts racing in my head. A long table sat in the center with the mediator at the head and Davy and I on opposite sides. With nothing to do, I let my gaze wander. The room was devoid of any personal effects except the box of tissues on the table—one I hoped I wouldn’t need—and the bottles of water in front of us. Even with the air conditioning, the room felt stiff, but it was bound to happen when you were stuck with a man like Davy, who I was actively trying to avoid. My lawyer was nowhere to be found, as it was a case that only required our presence, and I have never felt so naked like I did before. I had always had to trust him to lead when in the court, but this was different; I would be forced to voi