EDITED AND FORMATTED = 7April 2023
"I really can't carry on with this shit anymore," he slurred in his intoxicated state as my heart dropped. He can't be serious when he said all those things at night. It was just the heat of the moment, right? He just got to the edge because of my constant nagging. "Didn't you hear me? I said that this is the end of whatever we had. Do you get that?" he spoke venomously, and I stood there stunned. So he wasn't intoxicated last night when he manhandled me and asked me to leave the house. Great! What have you gotten yourself into? Loving an alcoholic, thinking that your love will change him. I don't know about him, but this love has definitely converted the fearless woman into a submissive one. What was I even thinking when I married this man? Why was I so hell-bent on his love for me? Today he seems to be some other person. He isn't the Rohit I fell in love with in my high school. He was a sweetheart who cared for his friends and was a scholar. Right in front of me is a douche who can't be even considered a man. Of course, an immature wimp can only hit his wife coming in the middle of the night fully inebriated. Today the man right in front of me has succumbed to his demons fully. He didn't lose his way this time; he made his home there this time."You...what are you trying to imply, Rohit?" I slurred as a few tears escaped my eyes. Of course, it's not easy to believe that a person you loved for seven years and have been married to for two years turns up inebriated in the middle of the night. He demands a divorce in his intoxicated state and then slashes your self-respect to shreds as soon as he gains his consciousness."I want a divorce from you. Can't you even understand that much? I knew you were dumb, but I didn't know that you were illiterate too. Are you Sana? Wait, didn't we study together? Then I can bet that you understood everything. So stop playing the victim or the innocent one here. Get your ass out of my house," Rohit spat at her as Sana looked at him aghast. How can he even spit such venom for the girl he loved? If not now, then at least he should respect the love he ever had for her. Everything was just breaking my heart into pieces. He was slaughtering my pride bit by bit, and I was letting him do that as I stood there unwavering."How shameless of you to stand here still. Haven't you heard whatever he said to you?" a tall girl with a bodycon dress grimaced at me, walking over to my husband. I scrunched my nose at their stance as she wrapped her arms around him and stuck her body with his chiseled chest. My heart broke more, and a few traitor tears trailed down my eyes as he wrapped his arms around her petite frame. This was it! He was cheating on me! He manhandled me! He even isn't a bit remorseful of anything he did right now. Then why the hell am I feeling unbearable pain? Why the hell am I feeling to kill myself? Why am I feeling so vengeful? He shouldn't matter to me. If I don't matter to him anymore, walking over to the glass table, I signed the divorce papers hurriedly. Today, it's the end of the miseries of two years. Circumstances did change Rohit, but now he has become a man whom I despise to shreds from the man of my dreams. "You are an asshole. I am not at all dying to keep any ties with you. Live with your mistress forever. I really don't feel even a bit of pity for you. A pathetic man like you definitely deserves a whore like her. A match made in heaven. Well, it doesn't matter to me anymore if you even die. Today is the end of all the ties we ever had, the end of the disastrous marriage with you," I spat at them before walking out of that mansion along with my luggage.
The blonde scowled at me and yelled profanities as I walked out of that hell laced with luxury and beauty. The beautiful and lavish mansion wasn't able to provide the owner with the basic concepts of life which even a person living in a worn-out hut knows. The luxury and money weren't enough to teach him humanity and to teach him to be a good human being. He was a sadistic being, and I know he will die out in his grief because that's not something he can fight, but that's something he called upon himself. The man he has become will lead him to nothing but his doom.
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