Todos os capítulos de Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Only it was not a good night.It could never be after the bomb that was dropped on me. Despite being with him, enveloped in his warmth and scent, the night was horrible, and I spent a good amount of it tossing and turning.When I looked at him, he was relaxed in sleep, and it baffled me that he was able to sleep after the confession. However, he did mention the weight of guilt was crushing him, and now that it was shared, the weight was relieved from him, only transferring to me.At a certain point, I lay with my back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, anything to avoid confronting this revelation.Davy had never been this possessive—I don't know if this was the right word to call it—towards me. That would have to do with the fact that we were always together and much in love.I couldn’t tell if this was something I should be wary about. After all, we know how abuse slowly crept in when we ignored those glaring red flags.Yet, this was Davy, a man I had loved unconditionally for almo

Davy’s POVI was currently resting after one of the most tedious calls I have ever experienced. It seemed the world had been waiting for me to reach the hospital before they bombarded me, and right now, I needed all the rest I could get.I had barely managed to make it back home, dumping myself on the bed, not caring if I was in my work clothes. My eyes were weary; I barely had the chance to even get some shut-eye, and I needed it now more than ever.The house was lonely, a normal phenomenon since Anna left the house. Her scent no longer clung to the wall of the house; her sweet voice no longer followed me about.I had had the opportunity to experience it the day before; it was an experience so beautiful that I was looking forward to more with her.Yet I knew.I knew I couldn’t continue to profess my love to her when I did such a grievous thing, and I couldn’t look into her eyes and pretend all was well when I had tried to sabotage her, so I needed to do the right thing.That was the

The air around us was stiff, only punctuated by the noise of my spoon as I scooped the broth, and I made sure to be extra noisy in hopes that that would fill the suffocating silence.Davy sat stiffly too, his back as straight as a ruler, his gaze anywhere but me, and I hated it. I wanted his eyes to be on me always, but I just had to ruin it with my big words.So, I forced a cough, exaggerating it. It worked because his head snapped back to me, but he made no move to do anything, his brows slowly lifting, as if to determine if it were real.Not one to give up, I exaggerated it even more, my body bent over as I was determined to cough up my lungs, only it stopped being fake; my chest tightened for real, and I was gasping for breath.Thankfully, it pushed him out of his seat, and he sprang to the refrigerator, taking a bottle and opening it."Drink." His voice had a silent power to it that I dared not disobey, so I opened my mouth, drinking greedily. I tapped his arm when I was through,

Sadly, Davy kept to his word a bit too seriously. He lay stiffly on his side without a cover, and I lay with my head facing the ceiling. We had been talking until it was obvious I was talking to myself, and I looked at him to see his eyes closed peacefully in sleep. I watched him like the creep I was, my fingers moving before I could stop them, brushing gently through his hair. This… this was what home felt like. And God, I had missed it more than I wanted to admit. There was no need to lie to myself anymore. I want this; I want him, this home, all the people that he came with, the baggage, and everything. At this point I craved it, and I don’t think I could hold back anymore. A decision began to form in my mind, but I pushed it down, keeping it for later. Instead, I shifted towards him, curling beside him, and my smile was instant when his arms came around me. Indeed, this was where I belonged. *** We sat in the mediator’s room side by side. Although there were no changes m

“Davy. I thought I had made this clear. I don't want children.” My voice came out higher than I intended it to be, drawing the attention of others, but a quick glare sent them back to their business, and I faced mine.However, before I could proceed, the waiter came, bringing our order. Davy had gotten my usual, hot chocolate and chicken wrap, while he got a burger and iced coffee.I received it with thanks, blowing on it before I took a sip, and I nodded with pleasure. I could feel his gaze on me, but I focused on taking a bite of the wrap, chewing slowly before I focused on him.“If I may ask, why are you so vehemently against a child? What do you hate about them?“I told you already?” I grumbled, taking another bite of my wrap, nearly moaning at the flavors that burst on my tongue.“No,” he said firmly, his eyes not leaving mine. “You didn’t tell.”“Are you sure?” I frowned. “But we talk about it; I am sure I have told you my reason.”“The talking about it was you telling me of you