Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

Anna’s POVIf I was told a day would come when I would be in the same house with Davy and not communicate, I would have branded the person a liar or a naysayer determined to bring us down.Yet it was happening, in my very eyes, whilst I was alive. This had to be my own apocalypse, or even the end of the world. Davy's responses had been limited to one phrase, as if saying anything more would trigger some sort of alarm.It was particularly frustrating that he still cared for me, and every hour or two, like an alarm clock, he was beside me, asking the same damn question.“Are you in any pain?”It was the only time he rewarded me with something more. Usually no more than five words, eight at best, but never more than ten.I had gotten used to hearing from Davy every time; we would talk and laugh, but now it seemed so scarce, and I think I was going crazy.No, not crazy; I was going through withdrawal.Sleeping had become near non-existent; how could it even be when all I could stare at w

I took a deep breath, gathering enough air to power me through this… chaos, this evil slowly taking root in my family.Slowly, I raised my head, staring at my husband, yet the person that stared back was nothing like him. His usual well-groomed hair was tousled everywhere like a bird had made a nest there; he swayed like a leaf blown by a strong wind, and I shook my head.“I know it is your choice,” I said slowly, my fingers worrying the hem of my shirt, “but you don’t even like getting drunk. This is not you, Davy.”A mocking laughter tumbled from his lips, one so haunting that I jumped from the shock. He threw his head back, reminding me of the way witches cackled in those fictional tales.“Now, you are getting worked up for nothing, Mrs. Walton,” he mocked, purposely stressing the name so it would hurt, but I stood unshaken, refusing to let him see the extent of his hurt. There would be time to break now, but not here, not now. “I am not drunk; it is jus’ fermented sugar. You shoul

I marched out of her goddamn house, slamming the door extra hard, anything to release this pent-up anger brewing inside of me.What the fuck was wrong with everybody?First it was Davy, acting like I was a fucking ghost in the same house, and now my brother and my best friend were dating? Well, fucking, and none of them cared enough to tell me about it.It was even more painful because I had my suspicions, even questioned them, but they had the gall to gaslight me, convincing me I was lying?“Ahhhh!” I screamed, needing to channel my energy somewhere else. This was all too much for me to bear, and I needed a rage room, something to take my anger out on.But before I could continue in that line of thought, the door opened and Kim stepped out, more like wobbling.Unfocused eyes searched about until they found me, and she staggered forward.“Anna, I am sorry you had to see that.” She apologized, her head bowed in remorse. “I promise we are not dating, so there is nothing to get mad over.

Davy’s POVIt was easy to put the blame on Anna for triggering me, but this week had been enough of a trigger, and it was only a matter of time before I snapped.It was even surprising it hadn’t happened a long time ago.First was finding out that Anna had killed my child, our child, and she felt no remorse about it. Instead I got a list of pathetic excuses.It still hurts to think that I had something taken away from me before I could even decide; it hurts to know she never considered my choices.It was difficult to look at her and not stare at the face of a cold-blooded murderer, so every day I avoided her for my sanity.I buried myself in work, trying to escape the suffocating walls of what I had once called home, but it was no better.Here at the hospital, my mental and physical health were at stake, each case taking a toll on me, but the last one had been too much.A teenager had been rushed to the hospital, a stainless steel hanger dangling from her legs. She was barely seventee

“You should probably talk to your brother,” Kim urged me, directing her gaze to him. I followed her gaze, rolling my eyes. Aaron had taken residence on one of the stools close to the kitchen island, his hands flying on his keypad, and I shrugged. “Why would I do that?""Actually, he had been dying to talk to you. He was gutted with the way he spoke to you and even mad you had to leave like that. He was also the one who insisted we came here early in the morning.” Kim explained, and I nodded.I could believe all she said because it was something Aaron would do. He never liked to see me upset, but he had acted like a dick, weed or no weed, and I refused to be the bigger person.“So, why is he there and not here begging me for forgiveness?" I queried.“Anna.”“What?” I looked at Kim pointedly. “I am not the one at fault," I said, folding my arms, and she laughed, shaking her head.“You guys can be so alike it is crazy,” she mused, smiling. “Just go, okay.”“Fine,” I sighed, “but do you