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"James, let's get a divorce," James' wife, Lilian, spoke with a hard and cold tone.
James froze immediately after he heard those words; his fingers trembled a little as he continued cutting the cabbage that he had placed on a cutting board, trying to act as calmly as possible.
A divorce?
Why? What could've possibly gone wrong?
"You can't be serious, right?" James asked with a chuckle, wishing deep inside of him that what she just said was a joke.
"I am serious, James. I want a divorce as soon as possible" Lilian repeated, getting seriously pissed off.
James paused, dropping the knife before turning towards his wife. "But....why?. Is there anything that you're upset about? You can tell me, and I will try to make changes. I will--"
"James, I've had enough of this bullshit life we are living! Just take a look around! Does this place look big and beautiful to you? We've been living like this for four years!" Lilian yelled and James flinched.
The house that the family of three was living in was a medium-sized house with two bedrooms and a living room. It took James, who was a delivery guy more than a year to build this house. When the house was still being built, Lilian was always unhappy and nagging about the littlest things.
Lilian believed that James was just a poor guy her grandfather had forced her to marry. He had failed to move up to her expectations countless times. During her birthday, James decorated the whole house with love-shaped balloons and roses. He even cooked her favorite meal and bought her a diamond necklace worth $78. However, the moment Lilian entered the house, she went ballistic, smashing the roses with her foot and bursting the balloons.
And when James offered her the necklace, she threw it out of the window and into a pile of mud at a corner. "I don't know what my granddad saw in you that he had to force me to marry a poor wretched thing like you! Have you ever been to Lucy or Joan's birthday parties? Their husbands throw a very massive, well-decorated grande party with a cake towering the height of up to 6 humans put together!"
James apologized and promised to do better. James thought that things would change for the better after the birth of their daughter, Lily. How wrong he was. Things didn't change. Lilian and her family, except for Lilia's grandfather, still hated and disgraced him to date.
Even after doing everything to make her happy. He did his delivery work, cooked, cleaned, took care of their baby, and tried his very best to provide for them but none of them moved Lilian.
Just last week, her grandfather passed away and now, she was asking for a divorce.
"What about our kid, Lily? You can't let her grow up without a father" James spoke softly. He knew how it felt to grow up without a father, heck, without a mother too!
He didn't want his daughter to know that feeling.
"What kid? Lily isn't even yours, so you shouldn't care about that," she said, her voice dripping with malice.
James felt like he'd been punched in the gut. His eyes widened, and his breathing hitched. "What...what are you talking about?" he stuttered.
Lilian's chuckle sent shivers down James' spine. She popped a gum into her mouth, chewing slowly as she continued, "Isn't it obvious? Lily looks nothing like us. You saw me pregnant, saw her born...but she's not yours."
"Lily's father proposed to me last week after the death of my grandfather and we would be getting married next week. Isn't that great? He is 10 times richer than you could ever be in your next life, plus he has a great body, too. Let's get a divorce and ---"
"When?" James interrupted with a question, making Lilian raise an eyebrow.
"Huh?"
"When exactly did you cheat on me?" James asked, anger and disappointment laced his voice. He clenched his fists beside him as his body quivered.
Lilian grinned as if his pain and everything that was going on now were amusing. "Don't call it cheating, if not I would feel like a bad person"
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