Bradley POV
Another lonely night for me, I'm staying late at my office to avoid seeing my wife at home. I still don't have the courage to face and argue with her about having a divorce. I purposely coming home late, making sure that my wife was already sleeping so I could sneak inside our room to get some of my things that I could use for the next day and at the same time freshen up myself after my long tiring day at work.
I entered the house and head straight at the kitchen, limited lights were turned on enough just to light the hallway. It's too late for me to turn my heels when I bumped into my wife, she almost fall so as my instinct I hold her to keep her still.
"Why are you late?" She asked after composing herself.
What would I tell her, that I'm avoiding her since the day we foug
