I don't know

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Anthony? Can we talk?' Allison asked as Anthony entered the bedroom. She sat down watching her husband as he moved around the room, rummaging through drawers.

Anthony sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. It was 10pm he had just gotten home from work, and all he wanted to do was fall asleep. He had worked overtime that day as his article's deadline was the next day, and yet he still hadn't finished it.
'Allison, can we talk tomorrow? I'm in no mood to argue with you right now,' he said, changing into his night shirt.

'Argue.' she scoffed, 'Since it's always me starting an argument,'

'Allison, I told you. I'm tired, and I am in no mood to fight with you right now.' he snapped, rubbing his eyes.

Allison took in a deep breath, 'Where have you been?'

'Work. Where do you think?' he asked, the words coming out harsher than he wanted them to.

He was irritated; why couldn't Allison just let him sleep? He was surprised she hadn't gone to bed already like normal. Allison and Anthony used to share something special - something only some lucky people had in their life. But after their triplets were born and Anthony had started working later hours and they had somehow lost that spark. But Anthony would never give up his children; they were one of the reasons Anthony hadn't divorced Allison yet. They were still young, and he wanted to wait. He still had a slimmer of hope that maybe they could mend their relationship.

'I'm sorry. I'm just really tired,' he apologised, sounding sincere. He took a seat on the edge of their bed. 'What do you want to talk about?'

'It's to do with... ' Allison was cut off when Anthony's phone went off. 'You better pick that up,'

'Just say it, Ally. I'm listening, babe.' He replied, switching his phone off without checking who the caller ID was. It was probably Damon calling so they could meet up for drinks.

' Anthony, I'm trying so hard. Every day, I try to convince myself that we can work this out. But I can't wait for us to mend our relationship. I've known you since we were kids, Anthony. I know you're unhappy in this marriage just as I am,' Allison said, tears starting to roll down her cheeks as she wiped them away with the back of her hand. ' I want a divorce, Anthony,'

Anthony just stared at her, taking it all in. They had gotten married young when they were only 20 and in university after dating since they were 15. 7 years of marriage, and it was all crumbling away.
'Ally, I.. uh... Are you really unhappy?'

Allison nodded, 'In this marriage, yes. I still love you, Anthony, but we aren't meant for each other. We can't force it.'

Anthony nodded, not able to get anything out of his mouth at the minute. What would this mean for the kids? Would he move out, or would Allison? How do you even get a divorce? How do you find the right lawyer? Well the last thing would be easier for Ally as she was a lawyer herself.

'If its a mutual divorce we can do it without a hearing, we just need a lawyer. I've talked to one of my colleagues. He agreed to be our witness when we sign the papers,'

'Well, good for us then. Allison, I'm tired, I'm going to get a drink. And I'll move out once we have our divorce,'

'You don't need to-' she was cut off by Anthony.

'It's the right thing to do, Allison. I'll see you in the morning.' And before Allison could stop him, he headed down the stairs. He considered checking on his children but brushed the idea off seeing it was almost 11, and they would probably be asleep.

He then took his phone out to check who was calling him at this hour. The minute he opened his phone, he had 15 missed calls from his mother, 7 from his younger brother Austin, and 3 from the local hospital. His heart began to race. What had happened? He quickly called his mother just for it to go to voicemail. He then tried Austin - his youngest brother - who had picked up within seconds.