- 2 years later -
A pile of compiled papers on her study desk in her room caught Diana's attention. It has been there for 3 months now but she's never taken any chance to investigate what it offers. Just by the title, she knew she wouldn't like reading what's inside.
It broke her heart every time she sees it. Nights when she's home, she doesn't really have any chance to ignore them as it was compiled inside a bright red file.
It's her divorce papers her husband asked the maid to deliver them to her. Her husband has never talked to her for the past 3 months, anyway, so it was no shock when one of the maids knocked on her door and said that she has to sign this.
Every time she sees those, she redirects her attention to her medical report of her patients. It actually helps her to be a better psychiatry resident because of this habit of her to reread all the reports as soon as she's home. She is actually considered to be on the lead among her resident peers. Constantly, other senior psychiatrists throw her difficult cases as they trust her skill so much.
She deals with depressed patients almost every day, yet, she's the one who has a frustrating marriage.
"Maybe tomorrow I'll read all the terms," she said as she closed her last report and just slept.
As morning rolls around, she smells a very delicious smell from downstairs. "It must be Mrs Desmond's," she thought. Mrs Desmond is her favourite person in this house as all the other maids and butlers always side with her husband. Mrs Desmond always makes her delicious breakfast, lunch and dinner whenever Diana's home.
Diana already knows, her husband is probably at Miranda's or just London doing any fancy stuff with her. Diana hasn't been to London since last Christmas, about 7 months ago. Every time she has a long weekend, she would only bring Mrs Desmond and Rosé Kendal, her best friend since they were 9 to adventures in Edinburgh or just out of Derbyshire.
When she walked downstairs with her AirPods on and chanting to the song she's listening to in a very low volume with her hands filled with 2 reports, she was astonished as her husband that never made her succeed dating other people was there. He's there, making himself an egg benedict for himself. As she walked closer, she realised, he has dark undereye bags and looks really fatigued.
She hasn't talked to him for months, and that was in a social event where they have to act as if their marriage is not on the edge of a cliff. When he caught her sight, she just kept walking without chanting anymore toward the backyards. It's a hot morning when she only uses her short pyjama shorts and only heer Primark cami pyjama top.
"Oh, goodness. Good morning, Mr Richmond- look at those eyebags! you don't feel good, eh, Sir?" Mrs Desmond suddenly came up. "Come, I'll make your brunch and you can just rest in the room, yeah?"
"Thank you, but could you please just let me enjoy them in the backyard?" he said suddenly which made Diana turn to the other way as she decided to just check her reports somewhere else. It went well before he called her name, "And would it be that bad to just breathe the same as me, Diana, that you decided to quickly go that way?"
Diana didn't move. "Precisely." As she went away from the scene.
"Diana, wait," he called, which in return doesn't give him any reaction from her. "Geez. Rita, that's one reason why you should go to work like this when you're married. You won't like it if you become one of those women who just think so highly at themselves like her 'cause they have nothing to do for two years."
Mrs Desmond only chuckled in irony. "you know too little, to begin with, Mr Richmond."
"Oh yeah? I bet she doesn't even have any degree and married me to take my money not only to help her mother recover but also shop," he said and he paused for a while before saying, "but then again Miranda dropped out of high school to become a model. That's why she never thinks logically."
