The Call That Changes Everything
613 Words
After hanging up the call, I sat there quietly, replaying every word of my conversation with Nishitha in my mind. Her voice, her warmth, her strength — it was like a balm to my bruised soul. But deep down, I knew what I had to do next.
I needed to call Ethan.
I needed to talk about the divorce, to put an end to this miserable limbo I was trapped in. Only then could I find peace.
It wasn’t eagerness to end the marriage — no. The truth was, that marriage had already died the day my husband chose to betray me.
I did everything for him.
When he said he didn’t want kids, I let go of that dream without a fight. I gave up my career, my hobbies, my friends… everything. I convinced myself that loving him was enough, that keeping our home warm and his life comfortable made me whole.
And now, here I was.
Alone. Forgotten.
Sitting in this house — technically still his house — like a leftover shadow of the life we once had.
No.
I wouldn’t let my life rot like this anymore.
I picked up my phone and called him.
He disconnected the call on the first ring.
I tried again.
And again.
The same result every time. It was like being slapped without a hand. His silence spoke louder than any words could.
Fingers trembling, heart pounding, I dialed his office landline. I didn’t even know if he still worked at the same place, but I had to try.
The call connected.
“Good afternoon, this is Ethan Wright’s office. How may I help you?”
A woman’s voice. Polite. Professional.
I froze for a second, my throat dry.
“I… I need to speak to Ethan,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
“May I know who’s calling?”
“It’s Mili.”
There was a pause. A long, heavy pause.
“One moment, please,” she finally said, her tone shifting slightly — like she now recognized who I was.
The line went quiet, replaced by the low hum of hold music. My heart thudded painfully in my chest. A part of me hoped he wouldn’t come to the phone. The other part desperately needed him to.
And then… a click.
“Mili? Why are you calling me here?”
His voice was cold. Distant. Like I was a stranger. Like I hadn’t been the woman who loved him, cared for him, built a life with him for fifteen years.
“I tried calling you, Ethan. You kept cutting my calls.”
“Because there’s nothing left to talk about,” he snapped.
“Yes, there is,” I said, surprised at the steadiness of my voice. “The divorce. I want to get it done. I can’t live in this mess any longer.”
There was silence on the other end.
Then, a sharp, mocking laugh. “So now you’re in a hurry? After months of clinging on?”
“I was clinging to memories,” I whispered. “Not you.”
Another pause.
I could almost hear him inhale, perhaps surprised by my words.
“Fine,” he said flatly. “My lawyer will be in touch.”
I should have felt shattered. Broken beyond repair.
But instead… there was a strange lightness in my chest. Like something inside me had finally cracked open — not to crush me, but to let me breathe.
“Goodbye, Ethan.”
I ended the call before he could say another word.
And just like that… one thread snapped.
And maybe, just maybe, a new one was about to be woven.
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