Leaving The Monster I Married To Meet Mr Mystery

Shira's POV I was seated on the couch, patiently waiting for his arrival. It's almost midnight, and he's not back yet. I should be used to this by now, but I choose to have hope instead. Hope that he'll be better. Hope that he can change. Hope that he'll actually remember what today is. But Jackson can never change this habit of his. We've been married for five years, and he doesn't even remember our own anniversary. Most times he'd come home at night drunk. And other times, his secretary, Sasha, would bring him back home. Every time I try to talk about it, I get shone by him. He's been suddenly distant ever since our first year of marriage. Cold like ice. He barely even speaks to me. Most times, I wonder if perhaps I did something wrong. Something that prompted his hatred for me. I couldn't take it anymore. Pretending that everything is fine. Sometimes, I'd stay awake at night waiting for his arrival until I eventually slumber. He'd leave me on the couch and go to sleep alone on the bed. Sometimes I think he's cheating. With his secretary, perhaps. Although, she looks decent. But why would she be with a man that late at night? I can't pretend any longer. It's obvious now that Jackson doesn't love me anymore. It's another anniversary, and he doesn't even call for news. Not even a message to show he remembers. I can't believe I posted it, and he didn't react. He doesn't show signs of care. Ever since we lost our son to an accident, he's become a different person, like I'm the problem. I don't remember the last time I had s*x with him, and he doesn't mind. He's definitely sleeping with someone else. Well, I'm done being a housewife if that's all I get. I'm done enduring a marriage that is barely stable. I'm going to ask for a divorce, I'll ask for it. The chat of the guests sitting on the dining table reaches my ears. They are friends of Jackson from the neighborhood. They've been seated for a while now. “Is this a joke?” One of them said. “We've been sitting here the whole night!” Another complained. I didn't ask them to come, they literally did. Said they want to celebrate with their friend. I rolled my eyes. The only thing they want is a change from his pocket. At least they remember our anniversary. Jackson can't. The door bangs open and Jackson staggers his way in. It's as I expected, the drunk is finally back home. I didn't move from the couch or go to welcome him like I usually do. Besides, he was with secretary again. On his own anniversary, he brings in another woman. I'm glad that the neighbors can see him for who he truly is. “What is going on here!” Jackson muttered to them. “Uh...” the oldest steaks a look at me and then I nodded sideways. “Get the f**k out of my house!” Jackson yelled. “We were just about leaving.” The neighbor responded and quickly beckoned on the rest to leave. “You!” Jackson turned to me. “What is all this?” “What is all this?” I stood up from the couch and walked closer. “Do you remember what day this is?” I asked him, giving him a moment to guess. But he doesn't say anything. He's eyes just go up and then come down. “What day is it?” he says at last. “It's our anniversary.” I said to him. He didn't look surprised, just clinging to Sasha's hand tightly. “I'll take over from here, Sasha, you can let go.” I said to the secretary while attempting to take his hand. He shoved my hand away and gave a frown. “Sasha is sleeping over tonight in my room.” His voice was as cold as ever. I'm probably used to it by now. This is not the first time Sasha has come and spent the night in my room. While I fell asleep on the couch waiting for his arrival, he and Sasha would creep their way into the bedroom and spend the night. I giggled. I don't beg like I use to. Begging for a love that was never there is pointless. It seems to me that my husband has chosen his path. I think I have to choose my own path too. What is the point of hoping for someone to change when the next day they become even worse? I gave Jackson all my heart. I gave everything for his happiness. I had to be a housewife because he wanted me to. But look at me now. I'm like a frisking mess. I barely see my husband in a day and if I see him for a f*****g second, there's a quarrel between us. I don't want this life. This is not the Jackson I knew before our wedding. He was sweet. Gentle and even caring. Was that all an act? Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stood there and watched them go into the bedroom. A room solely meant for Jackson and I. How could a man change so much after marriage? It's like I never even knew him from the start. I take a look at all the decorations. Four years and it's been the same attitude of forgetfulness. Or rather ignorance. He doesn't talk to me and prefers to be rather cold and distant. I sniffed, cleaning off the tears from my eyes. My palm is stained with mascara. I'm certain that's all over my face now. Why should I cry over a man that doesn't care? If it's Sasha he wants to be with, let him go for her then. I'm done being a prisoner in this fortress. I won't beg for the love of a man who isn't willing to give it. I won't do that. I walked back to the couch and picked up my phone from upon it, then I put a call to my lawyer. “I want to get a divorce. Please come with the necessary papers tomorrow,” I said and ended the call immediately. I took a deep breath and collapsed on the chair. “This is for the best.”