nnah
aniel, and in all that time, he has see
way on the day of the wedding. And just like that, my stepmother forced me to take her
you as a second choice is even worse. I never imagined my life would be like th
me. I tried to hold on, to make things work, but now I
is was it. I was finally setting him free from this empty, one-sided marriage. I love him more than words can describe even tho
at's the use of love when it's only felt by one heart? I kept hoping, year after year, that he would change his mind and acc
from work by now. My heart raced as I stood up, clutching the papers like a lifelin
was stepping out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his damp hair clinging to h
m, lost in the sight of the
ed, his voice cold and dis
m sorry for disturbing you," I whispered, extendin
the relief to wash over his face, for a smile of freedom. But instead, his expressio
asked, his voice
softly. "I thought...I thou
on in the room. But before I could take a step, he reach
longer cold but filled with so
you enough to let you go," I whispered. "And because...I
ched mine, and for the first time in years, I saw something oth
hed between us. And in that moment, I realized that so
life. Isn't that what you've
I know I can never trul
out anyone knowing. It's my choice, I
ng?" he asked, pull
confusion written
firmly, gripping my wrist as
you enjoy the way you've been treating m
before, but the frustration and pai
moving closer. I instinctively took a step back, then an
or shouting? I thought,
s holding and gently lifte
ou," he whispered, his
eyes widen
band never cared about my fe
divorce me?" h
he be happy to sign the pa
t you want?" I
, his expressi
t. My he
added, his voice breaking the
an?" I asked, m
you,"
ing. My husband has never said these wo
but found only sincerity. And then, before I could gather my t
ream, I don't
new-heaven was righ