I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival

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o come back to me," I say, my voice steady even thoug

alks further into the living room, th

sort of joke. "Whatever this little act is, it's

"That room hasn't been 'ours' for nearly two yea

runs a hand through his hair, frustra

think I'm letting you walk out of here..." He pauses, eyes d

of my suitcase, trying to pull it fro

. "We can part amicably. It do

years? When you spent my money like water, lounging around the house whil

ords sting more

manage weakly. "You

up the stairs. "We are married, Eva. And tha

ircase and blocking his way with trembli

You don't even respect me. You don't respect

married to you." His tone is f

hit me l

g the final thread that held

sn't l

anym

hisper, "I can't stay in a

o have to try,

the words out. "We're over. We

"You're really g

roat closes. The words tangle with my tears. "You changed afte

face, then his expression chan

he says. "This

d, s

nd, scrawls his signature across the page, and slams the

hey slip. My hands shake so

of my suitcases down the stairs. It c

ls. "Drop your car keys. I don

at him

ding with mine. I stumble, clutchi

n't loo

behind him, rat

ills the house

ble. I sink to the floor, clutching my che

erased with a single outburst. Ten years of sacr

o husband.

ying at the bottom of the stairs. The divor

wipe my face, an

ding ring. For a moment, I just stand there, staring

, but I don't c

that used to be filled with laug

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a'am. The car

oice pulls me b

what she just said. "That c

, her expression ti

scapes me. "Alrig

akes her head.

t. I can feel the eyes o

must be a bank issue. My accou

ss into a thin, skepti

rips with

or any loose cash. "How much for just

Of all things, I suddenly wanted popcorn. Maybe because it was si

sorry, ma'am, but I'll

s. "I just said I'll pay.

e interrupts, glanc

y words shaking. "It's been a lon

undred d

tight smil

mbling as I pull out useless receipts

ye, I see her pick up the

ecurity," I plead. "I

e replies curtly. "

ar beside me, both

" one of them say

," I whisper, but th

ward the exit. My hair falls forward, hiding my

r voice cuts th

va

dy fr

y, turning toward th

ross his face. He strides quickly towar

says firmly. "

sure?" one of

"Yes. Rel

p back, and su

s his arms, and I collapse against his chest, g

stroking my hair. "It's alright

froze my accounts, Micah. I

tenses.

name makes me fli

arken. "Why wo

ing at my wet cheek

, lifting it up. His gaze

your ri