A Chance At Forever: Chasing His Divorced Love

RLO

I thought would make him happy. Today, I asked the cook, Maria, to prepare his favo

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fted her head to meet my g

now what that is?" I quest

e answered with

ny times have

xpression shifting from curi

ie in this house," I acknowledged, an

e called that," she s

ngry? And he hasn't come home. Hav

dryly and lowered her gaze

y; I told him we were

en you called?" she asked

t him a text m

hours past dinner tim

r. "You're allowed to think about it, b

you need me," she whispered and left the room

s unfair to make her wait up for Rogerio. It might take a while before he's home. His work kept him away, a li

ngaged in activities that raised questions about his character, but don't we all have our secrets? Sometimes I tried to put myself in his shoes and

uckled. There was no way I could understand what it takes to be him; Rogerio Thuthai. I was me

to him. That was the lie I told myself; I repeated it so much, I believed it more than the truth that stared me in the face. Bu

elf and picked up my phone to check the time.

ed through my head. Shortly after, all I could hear was the constant rhythm of the grandfather clock in the hallw

deep sleep, and the world around me faded into the distance. I had slipped into the same dream that had plagued me these past few weeks. I dreamt of Rogerio

hout my body. I jolted from my current position and looked at the time in confu

with his suitcase in his hand. "Why do you look like that?" h

the table. I lowered my gaze and stared at the table. My hair dripped

g my head to meet his gaze

at bowl you just dipped your head in?!" he

res better as he towered over me. His eyes were a brown pool that drew in anyone who looked into them, but this time, they exuded the rage he felt ju

whimper as he placed his hands on the table and turned his eyes back to my face. His expression had switched from mere ra

hit me, and he clicked his tongu

in your own food now? Why do I even need

tening to fall, but I shifted it

s morning to get ingredients to

t to eat food that you've fallen asleep in! Can't even do anything ri

io!" I shouted and winced as the sound of my

e with fury as he exhaled and stuffed his hands into hi

as used to his yelling. This sounded like something terri

what? Wait right here," he stated a

all holding an envelope. I remembered it w

d, wiping away the sauce that tric

a chuckle, tore it open, and

one spot, watching me with an unreadable expression. Slowly, I bent down and picked up th

hy am I holding divorce p

harlotte. They are for you. Us. We

ard a little as he continued speaking, but I couldn't hear what he was saying

n two. "We are in a relationship, Rogerio. I love you, and we

want nothing to do with you, and fortunately, I have a copy of those papers. All signed. I'll keep sending them to you unti

ionship with yourself?" he deman

slowly turned to catch my reflection in the mirror. I saw my physica