All Chapters of Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Davy!” My voice was embarrassingly high-pitched, and I knew I had done nothing wrong, yet my heart was pounding so loud I was sure the people in here could hear it.“Why is another man in my house?” He growled, his voice booming through the room like a ticking time bomb. My pulse raced from the danger intertwined in it, and I swallowed painfully.My lips parted, willing words to come out, but it was nearly useless, as only air came forth, and I shut them back. His eyes were boring into me, and if I didn't know better, I would have thought he was trying to pry the truth from my mind. “Anna!” Davy barked, and I jumped, startled by the rage in his voice.“Don’t talk to her like that!” Izaak yelled, coming to my defense, and I could only whine because he had unknowingly touched the tail of the tiger, and it was seconds before Davy reacted.And just as I had predicted, Davy turned mechanically, staring at him from beneath his lashes, as though he were beneath him even though we were very

Davy’s POV Today had made its mark as the worst day of my life, and that was a lot because the first time I lost a patient had occupied that spot for years. I was a PGY-1 in OB-GYN, just about to reach PGY-2, and after close to a year of observing and assisting, the attending physician had given me the chance. Everything had been going well, but somehow I lost the baby. I because I knew it was my fault; there must have been something I had done wrong to warrant that. I had been devastated, even taking a break for some days, something quite unlike me, but that scar had remained deep in my life. Yet this was fast claiming its place, the scars deeper than the former. Because what do you do when you find out the love of your life was contemplating leaving, that she couldn’t even bear to be in the same house or bed as you? It hurts, fucking hurts more than an ACL tear, but I had to push through because I had no other choice. Anna was the only one for me, and it hurts that she would

Anna’s POVI didn’t know what I was doing anymore. Or maybe I did, but I knew I wanted nothing to do with Davy.Mistake or no mistake, incidental or not, he had kissed someone, and I couldn’t let that slide.I must admit, it had tugged at my heart, hearing Davy proclaim his love to me, but the image of that woman, Nancy, kissing him was burned in my mind, even in my subconscious, and until I could no longer see it, I wanted nothing to do with him.So I did the first thing I could think of.I packed my bags and most of my essentials and booked a flight to New York. Now that I was more than 30,000 feet in the air, I could only wonder if I had made the right choice.I should have probably told him about my decision to leave; then we would schedule a date to start the dissolution. However, I knew if I stayed long with him, I would be tempted to start reconciliation, and there was no reconciliation here anymore.So I had called Kim, informing her of my visit.I took a cab straight to her h

I stood in front of our home. Well, Davy, until the divorce gets finalized, we will decide who gets whom. However, my heart was pounding, though I had no idea why.I had chosen an early morning flight, just coinciding with when he would leave for work. I had contacted the cleaning company before my departure so they could get my house ready for when I would move in.Yes, I owned a home, courtesy of my dad. However, I had abandoned it to move in with Davy, and now I was thankful I didn’t make a mistake of renting the house or, worse, selling it.My plan was to stay here for some hours and sort out the things I had left behind until my home was at least inhabitable again, then I would be on my way.It was simple, breeze in, breeze out, all without his knowledge.Taking a deep breath, I placed my finger on the scanner, relieved when I heard a click as the door opened, and I poked my head in, ensuring the coast was clear.When I was positive Davy wasn’t going to jump out, or worse, Nancy

His eyes snapped to meet mine, shining with disbelief as if I had just said the most unforgivable thing, as if I had requested for his manhood to be chopped and presented on a tray.I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a sliver of fear crawl through my veins.I shouldn’t have come; I knew it was a disaster, but apparently I was too much of a masochist to keep off, and now it was coming to bite me.I inhaled deeply, once, twice, and another time, letting the anger cool inside me. “Let me go, Davy. I hurt you, and you hurt me too. We can’t continue to live like this; we have to go.”His mouth opened, but I could see the fight in his eyes, the storm brewing behind them and needing an outlet, and he shut his lips, huffing as he returned to the kitchen.Shit!I followed him to the kitchen, sitting on the stool while I watched him cook, yet the air between us was so tense, thick enough that a knife could cut through it.Breakfast was ready, and we ate in silence, one so suffocating it was dif