What A Beautiful Face She Has

Parting Ways

Stella's POV:

I was seriously shocked when he hugged me. Without giving a second thought, I pushed him. But before that, we heard a voice.

"What the heck is happening here?"

It was his future wife.

"Hey, enna panra? Thallu."
(Hey, what are you doing? Move away.)

She pushed me aside and went straight to Mathew.

"Enna panra, Mathew? Ivala divorce panranu sollitu, you are hugging her?"
(What are you doing, Mathew? You say you're divorcing her, and here you are hugging her?)

"Illa, I needed comfort. Adhuku dha," he said.
(No, I needed comfort. That’s all.)

So, comfort kaga dha inga vandhara? Nalla iruku, I thought.
(So, he came here just for comfort? Nice.)

"Comfort venumna, I'm there for you. Why did you approach this ugly fat chick?" she said, cupping his face.

She placed a kiss on his forehead and hugged him. Then, she turned toward me.

"Edhu paaru, innum konja naala nee ivara vitu poiduva, so sympathy gain pannanumnu edhachum try pannanu vei, nalla irukadhu. Remember, I'm his fiancée," she said.
(Look, you’ll be out of his life soon. So don’t try to gain sympathy by doing anything stupid. Remember, I’m his fiancée.)

"Naan onnum sympathy gain panna try pannala. Mudhala un future husband uh control pannu. Ipdi kevalama vera oru ponnu kita vandhu comfort uh theduraru. Puriyudha?" I said.
(I'm not trying to gain sympathy. First, control your future husband. He's coming to another girl like this for comfort. Do you understand?)

"How dare you?" she said and marched toward me.

"Hey, get lost," I said.

She raised her hand to hit me, but I held her hand.

"Indha adikira velai ellam vechikita, asingam adiyum. Po, d."
(If you start raising your hand like this, you'll end up getting insulted. Just leave.)

"Iru, unna epdi inga irundhu anupanumnu ennaku theriyum," she said.
(Wait, I know how to throw you out of here.)

"Come, let's go, Mathew," she said and dragged him out.

A few days later…

It was 12 AM. I was busy with work.

Mathew and Jessica weren’t home. I guessed they were at some party.

My clients were many, and I was managing them all. Just then, the doorbell rang.

I knew who it was. I quickly ran to the door and opened it.

That girl was standing there, and Mathew’s hand was around her shoulder. It looked like she was carrying him.

"Move away. Can’t you see his state?" she said.

"What’s wrong with him?" I asked.

She didn’t reply, but tried dragging him inside. She lost balance and was about to fall with Mathew. I held him.

Together, we dragged him to his room and dropped him on the bed.

"What happened to him?" I asked.

"I don’t know. He passed out suddenly. I tried my best to stabilize him, but he kept losing consciousness. So I brought him home," she said.

"What? Maybe his sugar levels spiked. He has diabetes," I said.

She sat on the bed, looking at me in horror.

"What? Is he diabetic?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"I can’t believe this," she said, and I stayed silent.

"Let me check his sugar levels," I said.

"No need. Just leave," she said.

I glanced at Mathew, who looked extremely tired.

"Now why are you still standing here? Get out," she said.

I rolled my eyes and walked out.

A few days later…

"Are you sure you both want to get divorced?" the judge asked us.

Before Mathew could speak, I responded.

"Yes, sir."

He looked at me, surprised.

"You, sir?" the judge asked him.

"Yes… Yes," he said.

"Okay. You both could have given this marriage a second chance, but since you’ve decided to part ways, fine," the judge said and handed us the papers to sign one last time.

My hands trembled as I signed. I finally handed the papers back.

He took them from me and looked at me before signing. He smirked and signed the divorce papers.

The judge reviewed the documents and signed them.

"From today onwards, you both are not considered husband and wife. You both have divorced each other," he declared.

And in my mind, the scene from our wedding replayed:

"From today onwards, you both will be considered husband and wife," the priest had said.

He smiled in joy.

I turned to leave. My father was waiting for me.

He looked at me.

"It’s okay, ma. Don’t lose hope. You’re such an amazing daughter," he said and hugged me.

"Wait here. I’ll be back," he said and went toward Mathew.

"Mathew, I thought you’d understand my daughter’s pain and trauma and help heal her. But the opposite happened. Thanks for returning my daughter, rather than killing her every day," he said.

Mathew stood silently as my dad turned to leave.

My father held my hand and dragged me out of the courtroom.

I glanced at Mathew for the last time.

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