When I got home that
night as my wife served
dinner, I held her hand
and said, I've got
something to tell you. She
sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt
in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know
how to open my mouth. But
I had to let her know what
I was thinking. I want a
divorce. I raised the topic
calmly. She didn't seem to
be annoyed by my words,
instead she asked me softly,
why?
I avoided her question. This
made her angry. She threw
away the chopsticks and
shouted at me, you are not
a man! That night, we didn't
talk to each other. She was
weeping. I knew she
wanted to find out what
had happened to our
marriage. But I could
hardly give her a
satisfactory answer; she had
lost my heart to Jane. I
didn't love her anymore. I
just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I
drafted a divorce
agreement which stated that
she could own our house,
our car, and 30% stake of
my company. She glanced
at it and then tore it into
pieces. The woman who had
spent ten years of her life
with me had become a
stranger. I felt sorry for her
wasted time, resources and
energy but I could not take
back what I had said for I
loved Jane so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in
front of me, which was what
I had expected to see. To
me her cry was actually a
kind of release. The idea of
divorce which had obsessed
me for several weeks
seemed to be firmer and
clearer now.
The next day, I came back
home very late and found
her writing something at the
table. I didn't have supper
YOU ARE READING
30 Days To Divorce By Daniel Iduh
Short StoryIt`s about 7 years since he`s been asking her out but this only daughter of a top commercial bank MD and financial mogul who has been secretely admiring him has been adamant and reluctant in accepting his proposal. Driven by pitty, she finally accep...