One Week | ✅

Day 1

It was a warm Sunday when I found the first carefully hidden love letter inside the drawer of my husband's study table. It had a distinct smell of a feminine fruity perfume and the handwriting was beautifully cursive and unfamiliar. 

I read the whole letter three times, engraving the words in my mind then crumbled the piece of paper into a ball and threw it out of the window with much more force than needed. The sweet smell of the perfume lingered on my long, polished fingers, fueling the silent rage that had been brewing inside me.

I walked out of my husband's study without touching anything else on his table. I didn't feel any need to. I didn't want to anymore.

I never used to believe in anything easily and I rarely questioned the decisions I took in my life. I was that kind of person. Headstrong and collected, they all said. Never did I think that I'd have to question the most life altering decision I've ever made in my life after four years of our marriage. 

But every living cell of mine could feel the impending disaster that will fall upon us. Disaster that will shred both of us into smithereens.