Divorced from a paralytic

Divorced from a paralytic

Giss Dominguez

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Brianna wanted to tell her husband some incredible news, she didn't expect him to leave. Two years later, she is divorced and working at a company. Her husband buys the place, not knowing he would find his ex-wife. She discovers her ex-husband paralyzed. And he finds out about Brianna's daughter. What will happen?

Divorced from a paralytic Chapter 1 1

Walking slowly, but trying not to fall. His hands sunk in the pockets of his white knitted jacket; clumsy steps. He entered a clean and elegant doorway and slowly climbed the marble steps until he reached a mahogany door. He inserted the key in the lock and the door slowly gave way.

"My love, I have dinner ready," the woman commented as she hopped over to her beloved husband; she looked around complacently. Then she added next: " I have prepared something you will like.

He himself, unlike on previous occasions, did not flinch at her presence. Instead, he just stared at the computer, not paying any attention to her. She raised a confused eyebrow; waiting for a reaction from her husband. Which there was none.

"Are you listening, love?" he insisted again. Her pulse quickened, she could see his restless shadow out of the corner of her eye. There were few occasions when she found herself with such nerves.

This time, the man lifted his chin so he could hear her; she smiled. Hastily, she sat down in the available chair in front of the desk.

"Yes, tell me," she murmured, trying not to pay too much attention to him.

"I wanted to tell you that I love you," she said out of the blue. Eduardo nodded.

"It's all right."

"Is something wrong with you?" He asked suddenly, "You always say "ditto" to me.

"I want to talk to you, Brianna."

Brianna's smile. It faded.

"I have something to tell you, too," she commented with a beaming smile, regaining her composure.

"First, listen to me...."

Brianna let her body fall back, not understanding what he wanted to tell her.

"Love! Okay, I'm listening."

"I... I don't want to be with you."

"What?" She asked, thinking she had misheard him.

"That's why; you don't listen to me and besides: I'm bored with you."

As she said those words, Briana's eyes popped out of their sockets. She could not understand what was happening to her husband?

"Why do you say that, I can't understand."

"Simple," she said, lowering her eyes. "You are... one of the people I love the least in my life...."

"What? I don't understand what you mean."

"As I told you before... And apparently you don't listen, I'm bored with you," he spoke in a deep voice, "I'm not interested in being with a spoiled girl like you. It's been three years of our marriage, now I want you out of my life. So I'm going to ask you a favor, as soon as you walk out of that door go and collect all your belongings. Besides, you're rich, you don't need me," she said that, and turned around to continue working.

I thought, "Surely this is a joke..."

Briana's eyes opened wide, she swallowed saliva dryly, lowering her eyes and feeling at that instant very lost for the first time in her life.

"Please, I don't understand what you're trying to tell me."

"I don't want a marriage with you anymore, I want to separate, and never see you again," she repeated.

"Are you... Are you joking with me, love? I'm sure it's a joke. We are fine,"

we have never argued and we have always...

"I don't love you anymore. In fact, that feeling never came to me. It was always a lie, and the truth is that I want to be single again. I'm bored, you weren't even good in the ca...

"Shut up, you're lying! "She interrupted him, "Tell me the real reason why you're leaving me," he said with tears in his eyes, getting up from his seat.

"I don't love you anymore, I never loved you. So please go away. Do you want to keep asking me why I left you, I can list the reasons, but not for now. It bores me to be with you. Soon my assistant will come in, who will entertain me."

"You're so cynical, are you really telling me that you're sleeping with your assistant?"

"No, dear, not yet. But what I want to do once I walk out of this door. She's really going to entertain me from you."

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