It had taken him a decade to earn my unwavering faith, and he knew I would always believe in him. Our eyes locked, and in that fleeting moment, his dark gaze sparkled brighter than the stars above. Time seemed to stretch, each second lingering like an eternity. “Okay,” he murmured, a soothing promise in the chaos. “I promise you. Wife.” His voice, calm and gentle, offered me solace amidst the storm.
Half an hour later, Oliver emerged, his hair still damp from the shower. He noticed my silence and asked why I seemed troubled. “Nothing,” I replied, my heart heavy. “Get a divorce.” I squeezed my eyes shut, the pain tearing at my insides, relentless and suffocating.
Oliver’s expression turned to shock. “What?” My voice trembled as tears streamed down my cheeks. “Oliver, I said… I want a divorce.” In that moment, the years we had shared hung heavy between us, allowing him to grasp the weight of my words without further explanation. His gaze flicked to the open cabinet door, landing on the suit that had shifted position. Tentatively, he reached into the pocket, and with each step he took, despair and fear deepened in his eyes, filling the space between us with unspoken sorrow.