Coping Up (Fictional)

“We’ve been married for 5 years, do you still want to do this?” He asked me. I wanted to say no, because who would want a divorce with the man who gave you a happily married life? But I have to do this.

“We’ve been married for 5 years and no one can deny that we had a happy life, that’s why I can’t figure out why you chose to cheat on me. So, I guess we really have to do this.”

I can see the pain in his eyes as I declare that I’m finally giving up on us. It was just one mistake, but everything he did can happen again and again and I don’t want to break my heart over and over again.

I handed him the divorce papers that was prepared by my lawyer as soon as I found out what he did. He let out a heavy sigh and grabbed the pen. He looked up to me then to the papers.

“Sasa, just give me 3 months. I want to make it up with you.” He’s proposal would have been nice if he said it sooner but I am already determined.

“Edgar, there’s nothing to make up now. Everything between us was done the moment you chose to sleep with that whore!” I can hear my voice breaking, my eyes watering with tears that wants to flow out but I can’t. I can’t let him see the vulnerable me again. 

“I never slept with anyone else but you! For pete’s sake I’ve been telling you that since the day you’ve accused me of cheating!” He stood from his chair defending his self. He had explained his side for a hundred times now but I just can’t listen. What I’ve heard from our friends was enough, I want to hear no more.

“Enough Ed, just sign the papers. I’m leaving.” I stood from my chair and fixed my dress. I grabbed my clutch and walked towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going??” He looked confused.

“Home.” I replied monotonously 

“But this is our home! And I’m probably sure that your parents wouldn’t buy your reasons why you’re sleeping over.” I thought about what he said. He’s got a point. My parents doesn’t know anything about the divorce.

I sighed in defeat and walked towards the stairs up to the Master’s bedroom. I locked the door and striped my clothes off. I have to take a shower, I have to get my thoughts together.

I headed to the bathroom and took a long cold shower, afterwards I dressed myself to sleep. I was disturbed from my sleep when I felt warm breaths on my neck and a muscular arm on my waist pulling me closer my back facing him.

To be continued...