Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More의 모든 챕터: 챕터 171 - 챕터 180

Tears poured from my eyes at a very alarming rate, my chest rising and falling so rapidly, like I had run a marathon. But this was no marathon, or maybe it was. I knew I had asked him to take his call, basically giving him the leverage to leave, but I wish he had insisted. I wish he had hugged me. I wish… The only rational being spoke in my head, blaring her alarm so loud I shrunk further into the floor. ‘Don’t you dare. He abandoned us.’ Her voice drowned whatever longing I was feeling because it was the truth. Yeah, he did. He had ghosted me for weeks now. I could understand if he had mentioned he was busy then, but I entered into this mess that was threatening to tear me apart, and not even when the issue was in the heat of the moment did he come to at least support me. Now he claimed he had so many things to do, and as time went on, it was impossible to reach out. Did he take me to be a fool? The anger I had thought fizzled out swelled inside me, feeding every reason

The storm had settled finally. Martin was prosecuted and fined. He had demanded to see me to apologize and make things right, but I refused to grant his wish. Sometimes, the out of sight, out of mind rule that was placed seemed necessary now, and I was unaware of what I was capable of doing seeing him in such close range. However, one thing was sure: he wasn’t going home with all his body parts complete. So, I chose to remain on the sideline, reluctant to step back into my world. I didn't realize how suffocating and toxic it was until I was forced away from it. And now, the more I stayed in this peace and quiet, the more my reluctance grew. My schedule was practically clear for another two weeks, so there was no rush. Especially now that I didn’t have a phone and spent most of my days with Raina and Nana. But things had to start changing. “Raina?” I called gently from outside her room, waiting to hear her, but the silence that came was baffling. It wasn’t time for her beaut

I woke up disoriented. Actually, disoriented couldn’t really explain everything that was happening to me, but it was all my limited vocabulary could bring up. First, the room was in pure darkness, doing little to calm the raging storm in my head. Apparently, I was in a bed, even tucked in under the sheets. However, I managed to push myself to a sitting position. Reaching towards the nightstand, I found a little remote that sat there, and I pressed a button, and the curtain slowly parted. “Shit,” I cursed slowly as the ray of sun attacked my eyesight, and I shrank from it like a vampire would. My stomach rumbled, as if trying to churn out whatever it had last night, but I swallowed hard, pushing it down. Instead, I shuffled towards the edge of the bed, placing my feet gingerly on the ground, and I stood. A violent wave of vertigo hit me hard, the world spinning so fast, and I immediately sat back, taking deep breaths to stabilize myself. I waited for some minutes, inhaling and

Aaron had made it his life mission to torture me. It was the only logical reason to say he kept showing himself in my face or even his deeds.Like how I got flowers after every event I completed, and on the days I had none, they would still magically appear in front of my door, sometimes still fresh with morning dew.I was convinced Jamie was helping him because there was no way Aaron could magically know my schedule, but Jamie had kept his lips sealed, so there was nothing I could do about it.However, the flowers always came with the same note.‘I am sorry.’But recently, there had been a change. Now, they carried his scent.Aaron must have realized I never hesitated to throw them away because this time, every bouquet smelled unmistakably like him.And no matter how hard I tried, I could never stop myself from reaching out, sniffing the rich muck, mixed with the soft and slightly spicy scent of the roses. Eventually, I stopped throwing them away altogether. Instead, I found myself b

Anna’s POV Four years after Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! The curse tumbled from my lips as I paced about the length of our room. Paced? I was freaking marching about, my feet pounding on the tiles. Davy was due home any minute from now, and I was doomed if he saw me in this state of panic. But I couldn’t help it, not when the red lines were boldly displayed for all to see. “Shit!” I wanted to scream at the wall and throw hands, but I managed to control myself, taking deep breaths before I tapped my phone, checking the time. Davy should be back in seventeen minutes, but it was enough time for me to run to a nearby pharmacy and get a bunch of tests because it seemed these ones couldn’t even do their work. So I hatched my plans, picking up the keys to the Cadillac CT4, my yearly car change from Daddy, even though Davy insisted he was capable enough of doing so. Anyways, back to my problem at hand. I drove with only one focus in mind, the local pharmacy finally coming into view, and