I once thought this person was my saviour. On the day we decided to marry each other I couldn't fall asleep because I was so excited.
Two years ago
I was young and had no choice but to believe that there was such a thing as a hierarchy in society. That was when I met him.
I walked into the room watching her legs crossing on each other as she took a swift sip of her coffee, leaving a red lipstick mark on the shining white cup. "Hello Mrs. Adams, sorry for keeping you waiting."
Maria Adams, the wife of Jason Adams, the CEO of 'Plantaille', a subsidiary of 'Blue moon'
She placed her cup on the table staring at me. I guessed she was waiting for an explanation. "I'm here instead of my mother today-"
"I know."
My family worked for her family. Well, more like we served her family. My father was a longtime chauffeur for Mr.Adams and his family. And my mother worked as a cook in their kitchen. As for me...
"I'll need a bag to put my textbooks in if I'm to carry her things. Excuse me..may I have a paper bag?" I asked one of her waiters. She turned back and replied with a soft smile, way warmer than those of Mrs Adams. "Oh, you must need it for your books. Of course I'll bring one right away."
She looked down to where Mrs Adams was sitting and said "I didn't know your daughter was a university student, ma'am. You always talked so much about her." The nice waitress kept bragging to Mrs Adam about how perfect I was. I tried stopping her multiple times because I could see the frown forming on Mrs Adams lips. "She's so gorgeous! You must be so proud of your daughter ma'am!"
"I'm not her daughter. I'm just someone who works for her!" I cleared the misunderstanding. I flinched at how rapidly she stood up. "We're done here."
She striked her hand across my cheeks. I immediately let go off all my books and dropped to the floor.
"How dare you brag about attending university! So ridiculous! Do you think you're all that, now because you go there! Don't get full of yourself! Your parents are nothing but a mere chauffeur and housemaid! They've been living off the money I pay them! Don't you dare forget that! Know your place you shameless hag." She flamed the door right before my feet.
My trilling hands reached for the books that were spilled all over the floor. As I was reaching for the furthest piece of paper a pair of Clark formal shoes stepped right next to it. I looked up seeing a tissue paper being held down for me to grab.
"Here, wipe your blood...Evelyn." He looked down at me with sincering eyes, showing worry.
I once thought this person was my saviour.
Present time
I picked up the pen set on my table. It dropped a few ink drops on its way to the paper.
"Dear Carden...
This is the first time I'm writing a letter to you.
Since it's time to end our relationship now, this will be the first and last letters i'll be writing to you.
This is what you said to me when we first started our marriage.
'Let's do the wedding ceremony and file the marriage license application first. If it's too difficult to bear, you can do whatever you want two years later.'
That memory became a source of hope for me.
Before I go any further, I just want to say that the reason why I made this decision isn't your fault, nor is it anyone else's.
Please understand that this is my own problem.
I don't want to blame anyone else.
You see I wasn't able to enjoy this life at all.
There wasn't a single day I felt happy after we got married to each other.
This house never felt like home to me.
And neither did I feel comfortable around you.
I don't see us as a married couple.
We're just partners in a commensial relationship.
I'm well aware that this relationship will continue to go on meaninglessly if I don't end it myself.
So I'd like to be the one to propose this first.
This will be the one and only proposal that I'll make to you.
Let's get divorced."
