A story of a wife retuned from abroad. A Pandora of secrets hanging around her neck like a noose.
A story of a husband standing at crossroads, not knowing what brought him there in the first place. Him or his ambitions?
A story of a nasty divorce c...
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The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald.
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"I want a divorce!"
He heard her voice before he saw her walk in. Her 21 weeks long bump making an appearance ahead of her. He inconspicuously rolled his eyes and looked up. "Okay. In the morning, I'll quote the alimony I'll need." He smiled teasingly and ushered his attention back to the screen of his Mac book where his dream project was coming out more than fine. "You can wire me the money anytime."
She was sick and tired of his happy go lucky guy attitude so she marched towards the chaise he was sitting on and harshly slammed the electronic close. "I'm not joking, Prem! I want a divorce." To show this was no trifling topic she air quoted the spelling, "D.i.v.o.r.c.e"
He was not the one to take her words at face value. So he soberly nodded. "Naisha, I'm blaming the hormones for this." His lilt had no hint of ridicule to it, his facial lines bereft of any frigid expressions and his eyes, well his eyes an embodiment of love and compassion.
She placed a hand on her hip and slapped his cheek lightly. "No. This isn't one of my mood swings as you're assuming it to be. I'm serious, like very serious."
"I've heard during pregnancy every woman is serious so yay, I trust you." He put his arms around her and gently brought her close. His head landed right above her protruding belly, his ear next to her beating heart and his hands clasped at her lower back.
Her resolve was crumbling a lot faster than she thought it could. She'd come here with one goal and it was to hurt him to such an extent from where there was no going back to normal. She wouldn't have done this even in her worst nightmares but this was her reality.
Soon to be their reality.
And reality is a fucking two edged sword if nothing less. On one edge twinkled her love and on the other shined the golden chance to get out of the inferno she was surviving in. If she chose to treasure him and his companionship, the inferno would mercilessly melt her like a crude metal undergoing refining. And if she did go for escaping the inferno, the love of her life would burn down to ashes and his hate would blister her entire being.
All in all she was about to lose. Whatever she chose, at the end victory was not something she could embrace. At the tail end of this course, she was about endeavor on, stood a single outcome.
Of failure and only failure.
She hadn't signed up for utter misery and loneliness when she'd flown out of her country with her husband to start a new life. But now it seemed like god had different plans. She'd made a choice and sadly it was not Prem. She decided to safeguard her life instead of fooling herself in believing love could solve all of her problems. Along with it she chose to not snatch his happiness from him, his happiness as in his ambitions. With them he would survive more than fine.
