I was overwhelmed, unable to believe what I was hearing.
I roared, “Skyla is your one and only wife in this lifetime, Aiden! How can you say you never wanted to be with her? Then, what do you call those hundreds of files between you two? What do you call all that intense passion you two shared?”
If he gave up, what was the point of my meticulously planned divorce?
Aiden was a stubborn man. It seemed he was determined to prove his words through actions.
From that day on, he started waking up early every morning to make breakfast. Chloe and I didn’t even look at him. I went to work, and she went to school. We barely exchanged words with him.
During the day, he would send me random messages. He shared a perfectly shaped autumn leaf he saw on the sidewalk, what he had for lunch, or some new philosophy he figured out.
At night, he washed the dishes, cleaned the house, and told us goodnight over and over again. He was patient and persistent.
I had enough.
I went to find Skyla again. When I saw her, I was caught off guard.
She lost a lot of weight, and her cheekbones were jutting out. Dark, yellowish circles loomed under her eyes, and deep parentheses now framed the sides of her nose.
The corners of her lips naturally turned downward. She looked nothing like the delicate, charming woman I first saw at the barbecue shop.
Now, she looked almost bitter.
