Three Years of Marriage Ended In Failure1
Three years into our marriage, I found myself embroiled in my first major argument with Marvin Bogart.
Enraged, he called me a lunatic and unceremoniously threw all my belongings out the door.
I bit my lip, staring at him. "I'm really leaving, won't you miss me?"
He sneered, "Only the ghosts will miss you."
I chuckled softly; yes, only the ghosts would miss me.
Soon, I would become one of them.
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As I faced Marvin, I noticed a woman standing beside him, looking innocent and pitiful. It was none other than Sharon Norman, the rising star who had taken the entertainment world by storm.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. "Do you really want me to leave?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
He pointed to the door, his expression cold and unyielding. "Yes. If you leave, don't bother coming back."
"Then let's just sign the divorce papers," I replied, pulling out the crumpled document from my bag. I smoothed it out with my fingers and held it out to him. He stared at the papers in disbelief, then back at me. "Say that again."
"I said, let's get divorced. Honestly, I'm tired of this too," I said, lowering my gaze, afraid he might see the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Freya Parker, do you really think this will make me soften?" he snapped.
"If you don't want me around, then let's just end this," I insisted.
"Fine. But don't ever call yourself my ex-wife after this," he said through gritted teeth.
He snatched the divorce papers from my hand, ready to sign, but Sharon intervened, grabbing the document from him. She examined it carefully before handing it back. "Marvin, you should really read through these kinds of contracts before signing."
Marvin shot her a cold glance, then turned his attention back to the papers, scribbling his name with a flourish that reminded me of the days back in college when I used to compliment his handwriting.
He'd always chuckled, teasing me about how terrible mine was.
Once he finished, Marvin slammed the papers against my face. "Now you can leave."
His tone was ice-cold, and I clenched my jaw, forcing back the tears threatening to spill over. I looked up at him, then glanced at Sharon, who wore a smug, triumphant expression.
Marvin was treating me like I was invisible while she reveled in my pain. I steadied myself, refusing to let the dizziness overwhelm me, and stood my ground.