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In which a love morally forbidden by society becomes to potent to ignore.
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"I love you, Eden."
"I love you, Huxley."
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Previously titled 'White Ca...
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HUXLEY KING
"What?" Madeline screamed.
Fear settled within me and I gulped. I wasn't going to back down. I wanted out.
"I want a divorce. I stayed for Gracie but she is now an adult. So, now I want out of this phony marriage." I said calmly despite how terrified I was on the inside. "Now, can you just sign the papers please?"
"No!" She raised her voice. I fought back a wince.
"Are you cheating on me?"
I rolled my eyes. "So I can't leave because I don't love you?" I spoke, my voice still calm and smooth. I was raging on the inside. I couldn't stand her. "I have to leave for another person and not because I'm putting myself first for once."
She was silent.
"Why are you so hung up on this?" I asked. Was she getting some sort of sick enlightenment knowing that I was suffering because of her? "I don't love you, hell, I don't even like you. I've hated you for twenty years but I stayed with you for eighteen of those years because I didn't want to lose Gracie."
"I'm your wife." She whispered, looking down. Her lips trembled, "I love you."
"Legally, but not really. So, cut the bullshit and wipe your tears. You are not the victim in this situation." I was getting angry, my voice spiking as I clenched my fists. "And love? If you loved me, you wouldn't have done what you did twenty years ago. Sign the damn papers. I want this to be over and done with."
Madeline scoffed and crossed her arms. "What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, exasperated. I was tired and bored. I just wanted this to end.
"You're not the man I married," She whispered.
"Oh my god," I groaned loudly, frustrated. "Not this shit again."
"I thought you loved me." Madeline's voice cracked at the end.
I rolled my eyes. You are anything but innocent, bitch.
"I'll say it again. I don't love you. I never have. You and your parents forced me into a situation that I didn't want to be in. I never wanted to have a kid. I was sixteen. But I loved her from the moment I knew about her. I knew if I said no to the marriage you and your parents would have taken her away from me. So, for the past twenty years, I put her needs first. Now, it's time to put my needs first."
It felt good, dishing this out to her, making her feel pain, disgust and shame just as I had twenty years ago, and still do today. My mum will be so proud of me. She'll throw a party.
