His Ex Wife

3 years ago

My heart remains frozen to his day whenever I think back to the moment where the only man, I had loved had rejected me and for whom? To go lie in the bed of another woman!

"That's just it! Don't you ever see the mirror? Gosh have you even looked at yourself lately?" he yelled making every ounce of hope die instantly. Scott was always out at work and lately I rarely even saw him at home with inter-country conferences and late-night meetings that he was attending.

I knew this relationship hadn't been working well enough at all since quite a few months- whenever he got home, either he went straight to bed without saying a word to me or he got into an argument with me and left the house. So, in order to reach the bottom of the matter, I had tried to start a conversation with Scott, this was supposed to solve any misunderstandings between us but his perception had not been the same about me anymore, it felt like he could not even stand me…

I looked down at myself to see my clothes, what was wrong with a summer dress, I did not even gain an inch of gram ever since this relationship trouble struck me, clearly it mattered as a question of death and life to me. HE mattered me like life and death…

a questioning look demanding an explanation, and he started yelling again in response, "See? That's the problem! You are such an illiterate

out my education? Despite being the smarter one at studies, I gave up my education though I wanted to pursue a Master’s, just to be there for him, to be by his side when he had proposed to me on our graduation party. I wonder how things had changed so quickly between us, we

his two hands holding in between the restless mind of his, his elbows resting on the

he had always found it affectionate when I

"Yvonne are you at least sane, what the fuck are you even doing?! Just never, ever get this close to me, I...." he paused a moment and stared at me for about a whole minute, boring imaginary holes in my body, then I observed his eyes

lasted for eternity for me, ended and he spoke again, but this time his voice came more as a soft whisper, "I need...I need a divorce Yvonne, just don't ask me why, you know I want the best for both of

no name for what I felt now, right this instant. Did he just say that

with all the money you want, trust me this is best deal any woman of your age will have craved for,

that my crave wasn't anywhere near his dollar stashes, he would have understood me better. But now, looking at him stand tall in his pride, I did not even know what or who he was anymore. He certainly wasn’t the loving husband, one that he used to be at the start of our