Semua Bab Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More: Bab 51 - Bab 60

It turned out to be an ice cream and painting date, something that was known as ‘sip and paint,’ although there was no sipping part there. We usually eat ice cream, but it would be weird to call it ‘eat and paint,’ so ‘sip and paint’ it was. Davy has steered me towards the Loyola beach, and I don’t know how he managed to do it, but we were by ourselves trying to capture the sunset. I took a spoonful of the caramel and pistachio, the flavors instantly melting in my mouth, and my eyes rolled in their sockets. This was just the reset I needed after the traumatic news I experienced. My husband close to me, ice cream, doing what I love. Yep, this was life. I took several spoons of the diabetic drink before setting it down in exchange for my brush. The brush glided across the canvas, the soft stroke so familiar and comforting that it was easy to lose myself in it. Stroke after stroke, I dipped the brush into the paint until what I had envisioned slowly became reality. I paused, studyin

The date would go down in history as one of the best, but that may be entirely wrong. Every date with Davy was always the best. Maybe that would explain why I began to feel a shred of humanity towards the action I was going to take.I would blame Kim and her nosy mouth with her self-righteous act that had me stalling, and Davy didn’t do better.Guilt tugged at my heart as I stared at the small table calendar, the date I had planned circled in red.Before then, I had begun preparing myself, researching natural methods that could also give me similar results. If it happened naturally, I wouldn’t need to take drastic measures.“What are you doing?” Davy asked, blinking slowly as he tried to make sense of what I was doing, but my lips only widened, and I closed my eyes, settling into my new space.“Nothing.” I replied in a small voice, but apparently, he didn’t think so.“Red? His brows were furrowed as he stared at me like someone the world had changed. “Why are you sleeping like that?”

I drove like a madman on my way to reach her, my foot permanently on the gas, whilst whispering words of prayer under my breath.Despite growing up with a mother who was a devout Catholic, I have never been a religious person, but for Anna, I was ready to go down on my knees and say the Hail Mary as many times as possible.I was ready to beckon to Saint Raphael to intervene in her situation. Whatever it was to ensure that my Anna was alive and well.Breathing had become difficult, my lungs burning; the one who I had considered my oxygen was lying somewhere, fighting for her own life.I shoved the thought down and instead focused on reaching the hospital in one piece. My fingers drummed on the steering wheel, needing to channel this energy welling inside of me.I reached the hospital, and the brown building loomed over me, enormous and threatening, as though it wanted to swallow me whole. A tight knot of nerves twisted in my chest, but I forced it down, reminding myself that I worked i

The air remained stiff, dare I say suffocating, and I tried to control my breathing, tried to remain as quiet as possible, wanting nothing to disturb this fragile peace I had.I shifted uncomfortably, not sure how I could stay without talking, especially to my significant other. I needed to hear his voice, needed to hear him say it was okay.Yet, one look at him, at the storm in his eyes, and I shut it down.I guess we would just have to wait…And wait I did.“Why don’t you take a seat?” I suddenly spoke, trying to break the frigid air. Any more and I would have done something drastic like come down and pry his mouth open.Davy’s head snapped to mine, and he regarded me with eyes so cold my breath hitched. I tried again, drawing air, but somehow, it entered the wrong pipe, and I burst into a series of coughs.He was quick to come to my rescue, reaching for the bottle of water that had mysteriously appeared here, and he directed the straw to my mouth.I drank greedily, the water washin

Davy’s POVThere were few things I truly hate. Overly fake people, people who only came around because they needed something. They were only a few I couldn’t remember right now but the list have remained that way for years.Yet I found it growing with every minute I spent in the hospital. The annoying tick of the clock drowning every sound, the cream walls that seemed to cave into me, and this stupid scrub on my body that just screams attention.Like, hey, I am a doctor; notice me.But I had refused to leave Anna for too long, even if it were to change. She needed me right now, and that was what I was going to provide.Thankfully, her mother had been alerted, and she had covered the feeding aspect without making me worried, yet it didn’t stop the emotion from taking hold of my heart.Anna had always hated hospitals. They made her skin crawl, left her sick most times. And now she was here, forced into the very place she feared. However, the doctor's words from earlier had indicated it