Bitter Love

I slowly look up at him. My cheek burns from the sting, a sharp reminder of his anger, as the redness creeps in. But my eyes remain hollow, empty, like they always do. This pain isn't new. I've learned to endure it, to swallow it whole. But what he says next shakes something deep inside me, something I thought was already dead.

"What?.." I whisper, my voice barely audible, trembling with disbelief.

"Let's get a divorce." he repeats, each word cutting like glass. His gaze is sharp, furious, and unforgiving.

"You don't mean it-"

"I DO! For fuck's sake, don't you get it?" he snaps, his voice raising to a roar. "I've been using you all this time for my own pleasure-"

"You're lying." My voice cracks, anger bubbling under the surface, but I clutch onto the hope like a lifeline. "I know you are. You can't fool me."

"Yet I managed to fool you all this time." His lips curl into something close to a sneer, his tone dripping with disdain. "And now that she's finally dead, I can leave."

He says it so plainly, so cruelly, as if it's just another fact of life. His eyes are cold, devoid of even the faintest shred of humanity.

My heart feels like it's been yanked out of my chest, dropping into a pit I can't crawl out of. The air in the room thickens, suffocating me as the truth slams into me. Tears prick my eyes, threatening to spill, but I can't move, can't speak.

He doesn't wait for a response. He grabs his coat, not sparing me another glance. The sound of the door slamming behind him echoes in the hollow emptiness of the house. I stand there, frozen, staring at the spot where he had just stood, the words "she's finally dead" replaying in my head over and over.