Dear Ex-husband, I'm Better Without You!

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husband, Roberto, as he walked in through the

p in a side-braided ponytail, she had her hands clasped in front of her. Her body s

not long ago. Although he had never eaten her

eeting with a nonchalant hum. But tonight, he wore a g

er luck for the nth time, "

horrible food!" he snappe

ed it?" she asked, tr

e. Don't ever bother me again," with that, he charged up

this?' she thought to

n attracted by her husband's earlier outburst, making a bee

nce they got married according

e high school; he was her senior back then. She had thoug

time, asked her to marry him in exchange for the survival of their business,

ly time she had witnessed him smile was on television broadcasts. She felt like he

dn't bring herself to eat much, so she had one o

t her feet, her hand placed on the banister. A swirl of pessimistic thoughts

a golden metal door in the distance. That was her husband's room- a pla

make her way to her bedroom, only to hear the door

e mumbled to herself. With that thought in

t in a husky voice, leading h

had she done anythi

unreadable expression on his face as he stood i

e in

drop in disbelief. Had her ears heard w

asked him, he

come into

asked him s

ing downstairs to fetch you, but since you're already here,

he returned

nd she took slow but steady movements forward.

the fancy chandelier in the middle of the room to the oversized TV hanging

and gestured for her to occupy the other. She soon perched on

etween them and she wondered what it contained o

musings and he pushed the envelope tow

king out a document. But upon seeing the contents, h

aze at him, "Divorce Agreement? You want to

om his pockets, "Sign it quickly. As stated in it, you will be gettin

ed, putting the doc

. I don't love you, you also don't love me. It must be hard for you to p

d, her tone emotional, "I mar

ou and never will. Don't waste my time, sign it and le

a determined look on her

d, a deep scowl already cre

eds before throwing the pieces at him. "I got into this marriage of my

ut the lower drawer. Then he returned with a stack of documents and placed them on the table, "I an

obs, "Why can't you put in effort like I do and see if we can

ead, "My heart can

alker, his childhood sweetheart was back from the States, now a famed

r?" Lily asked, unab

you talki

am Wa

er mine, you are in th

shrugged, "Alright. Since

documents, throwing it to the floor a

ur father. He was more than happy when I o

o face him, she responded, "I don't care about hi

e room, slamming the