We stared at each others eyes, standing still across the room.
Yours held, pain, disappointment and hope. Pain, that I have hurt you, disappointed that I don't love you and hope that I will stay with you.
Mine held, pain, apologetic and hurt. Pain, that I have pained you, apologetic, that I don't love you and hurt that you want me to stay.
"I love you. I want our marriage to work out." You ambled to me as tear slid down your cheek.
"But, I tried. I tried my best t- to love and it didn't work." I whined and placed the paper on the coffee table, "Just sign the papers. Please." I begged, tapping my foot on the floor as I got annoyed by her cries.
"Aidan, we ca-..."
"Stop! Stop it! We have been working it out, trying to love you but I couldn't. I can't." I shook my head and walked at the door.
"Aidan! Don't you dare go to her. Don't you fucking dare go to that bitch!" You yelled as you pointed at me whilst you got mad.
I twisted the door knob, "Never call her that. Ever." I opened the door and left before heard your yells back at me.
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RomanceA short story about a man in love with woman but married another. However, will he try to love his wife or will he leave her to be with his lover. #shortstory_2
