His regret: Can't win me back

ioned car. My hand trembles as I hold onto the divorce

not after graduation. The first year of our marriage was blissful, but afterward, I've been enduring the pain

ion between us. I once overheard him complaining to his mom about how he desperately needs a child and how I'm

garage. What is he doing at home at this time? He shou

quiet - Maxwell is never quiet when he's home; he always plays soft

a sense of dread wash over me, and my mind starts to race with worst-case scenarios.

. "Ah, Max, faster. Mmn,

open the door to my bedroom, I realize there is a woman

can afford to go to a hotel. I can't hold back as I step closer. They are oblivio

shee but refuses to let go of Maxwell

o push the woman away, but she clings to him, her nails digging in

as she struggles with me,

e my hand and slap her

kly and rushes at me, ready to fight. She grabs my hair, and I let out a scream, but I turn arou

. I am disgusted by him. The woman clings to Maxwell. I get up as they both

as he hurriedly gets off the

r matrimonial bed. I know I have tolerated your co

ted me to lash out at him and his whore like

o the woman, "get the fuck o

"What makes you think I'll fucking leave this house?" She turns to Maxwell. "Is this your wife

me like a dagger. This only adds to my outrage as my gaze is fixed on Max

ys with a shrug. I rush to him and k

ting, but the satisfaction of giving hi

aving with rage. "You deserve that, you're cheating, lying son of a b

te that she has underestimated me. I turn to her, my gaze blazing with fury. "And

oser. You have been replaced, and you should

rowing me out, despite the pain I have caused him. At that moment, I kn

what has gotten into me. There is no poin

my room, I notice that the woman is dressed now. I take out t

ce. He knows I have always been a dutiful wife, longing f

st the start of a journey into