John looked like he could not believe his ears. I was actually suggesting a divorce.
He knew I had always been terrified of him leaving me and being alone without him.
He was the only person I had left by my side.
He would use that fear against me. Whenever he screwed up, he would threaten me with divorce if I did not calm down.
I would always end up crying and willing to forget all his mistakes as I begged him not to go through with it. That had been my life for years.
“I said I want a divorce. Can you hear me?” I repeated it, firmer this time.
Staring at him, my heart felt still for once,
He used to be the boy I adored.
However, after we got married, I slowly stopped being his priority.
His Messenger was always full of hotel bookings, and his chat logs were suspiciously spotless.
Whenever I confronted him, he would say the hotels were for business trips and that he just liked to keep his chats tidy.
Then, he would throw in a jab: “You really don’t trust me? Women are just a burden. You’re always so paranoid!”
After that, he changed his phone’s password.
“Yasmin, are you sure about the divorce?” John’s voice was shaky, his fists balled up in tension.
“Yeah, you heard me. I want a divorce.
“You’re into Holly, right? Well, go ahead and be with her.
“That condom was yours, wasn’t it?”
He went white as a sheet, and after a few seconds, he shot back, all riled up, “So what if it was? You won’t let me touch you, so I had to find someone else!”
Really? I would not let him touch me?
He was the one who wanted separate beds.
He never asked me if I wanted to sleep with him. He was too busy getting his kicks elsewhere.
“Fine, we’ll get a divorce. You can chase after any girl you want then. You won’t need to sneak around behind my back anymore.”
