She’s pretty. About my age. Classy, with a good fashion sense, and she looks like the type of woman with a high profile. Was he using her to climb up the financial ladder?
Before we reached the divorce stage, his business suffered, and he became a different person. So different that I had to put up with it because I loved him. My job paid well, so I was able to keep the home running, but he kept coming up with strange attitudes every day. Then, one morning, when I talked back, he hit me with the divorce speech.
I thought he needed space, so I moved out of the house, thinking it would help. I moved here. A twenty minutes ride away from where he used to live. Until one evening, a file was delivered to me, and I was asked to sign the papers.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. My hands trembled as I reached for my phone. I dialed him and asked why.
He said he was done. Said he didn’t want to be a burden. Said he needed children, but I didn’t want one.
“I’m ready to compromise,” I cut in, wishing he’d change his mind.
I loved my husband, but his mind was made up.
I didn’t sign the papers yet. We were still getting counseling in family court. It had only been three months since we separated, and he was engaged already?
I down the coffee hastily as I go through her profile. I see a recent picture of them together. His eyes gleam with excitement as he looks at her, his hands around her waist. Then I suddenly see it. That little swell in her stomach. Her left hand was placed on it, and she was smiling brightly.
My head spun in circles. I grabbed my phone and called in sick. I didn’t care what my boss would say, but I hoped she’d be considerate. Besides, I was their most competent staff, so I definitely wasn’t going to get laid off that easily.
Should I ruin the engagement? Should I reach out? Beg? Ask for a second chance?
It was useless. She was with child. His child.
Was he seeing her while I was still in the picture?
Weird thoughts crowded my mind. I had no more tears left in my eyes, so I just lay there, staring at the ceiling and counting its panels.
The rain became heavier. Its sound helped me drift off to sleep, but before I succumbed, I swore not to let go without a fight.
“He must pay for this feeling,” I vowed, bitterness filling my heart.
Me, I'm interested in seeing what she'll do. I just wish she'd rest and move on, though. But no, I'd love to see how it would pan out for the ungrateful lad.
Let’s see what will become of him😂.