Divorce? Never Letting Go!

05 Drop dead gorgeous

Tamara.

All the walls I thought I'd built cracks the moment Killian asks that.

Wow, I pause, is he worried about me now? That's so rare.

I grip my bag and steady my voice to answer. “I was at—,” I begin.

“You know what, I don't care.” He says, not even letting me finish. “But as long as you're under my roof, you can't just waltz back in here as you wish,”

I sigh, not sure why I still felt the need to explain. “I was at Hazel's, stop finding wrongs where there's none!” I hissed.

He all but scoffs. “Your lies are getting better and better I see.” His voice is laced with annoyance. “You can open your filthy legs to as many men as you want, that's fine, no need trying to cover up,”

This is ridiculous. Why do I even keep hoping he'd change anyways?

I can feel my face getting hot. “You're an assholee, Killian.” is all I say as my anger bubble beneath the surface.

Killian barely stifles a dry chuckle, quickly taking a sip from his glass. “The truth hurts, doesn't it?” he snickers, provoking me with his words.

“What truth?” I quip back, glaring at him.

“Pretend all you want but that doesn't change who you really are. A slutt, a liarr, and a murderer,” he spat. “You disgust me, Tamara.” his voice is low and condescending with every word.

My chest tightens painfully as I spit out in anger. “If I disgust you that much, why don't you sign the damn divorce papers and let me go?” I seethe at him.

He regards me with a smirk, one that annoys the shitt out of me and then he lowers his voice, his eyes on me as he scoffs. “You want to be a whoree so bad, don't you?” he glares at me and snorted. “Well, dream on. Dream on, Tamara.” his expression turns cold, a refreshing change from sadness and anger, but not a change I welcomed.

I look at Killian and he has this taunting look —eyebrows all scrunched up, daring me to defy.

God, how did we get here?

Killian is beyond frustrating, talking to him feels like a total waste of time.

He's changed so much in the past one year, I almost can't recognize the man I married, the man who vowed to stand beside me, to be my partner in all things, to cherish and respect me.

Back then, we were two people in love, absolutely inseparable, not until that night.

He has shattered me beyond words and that's all the more reason why I desperately want out of this marriage, it hurts, it hurts so bad.

And you know what hurts the more? I'm still in love with this shitheadd.

But right now, it doesn't matter anymore. Moving forward, I'm going to do exactly what I want.

I'm done playing the doting wife, done begging, if this is what he truly wants then so be it. I’ll show him just how is done!

I let out a heavy sigh and look at him. “Fine, do whatever you want,” I let out and begin to walk away but not before I see his face fall in disbelief.

Logically he's expecting that I keep begging him while he berates me like the cuntt that he is.

But that ends now.

I'm starting work on Monday, I didn't tell him, I have no reason to.

He’ll just have to wait and see.

*******

The weekend passed in a blur and unlike every other day, Killian hasn't left home.

It was Monday, the day I start work and I haven't anticipated anything this much in a long time, Hazel isn't left out.

She literally woke me up with calls even before my alarm beeped.

So, here I am, in this fine ass office pant that clings to my body like a second skin, bringing out all my delicious curves, a designer shirt and a pointy heels. I let my hair down, in a loose wave, and a small touch of makeup on my face.

Looking at the mirror, a soft smile danced at the corner of my lips.

I was drop dead gorgeous, as always.

Just then, the doorbell rings. That must be Alex, he had insisted on taking me to work and I'm letting him, I mean, why not?

With one final glance at the mirror, I reached for my bag, and walk out of my room.

Getting to the door, I freeze, nothing prepares me for who I saw, standing beside the door, glaring at Alex.

They both turned as they see me. Killian looks ashen as he looks at me from head to toe, genuinely confused.

“Alex,” I say with a self satisfied smile, paying Killian no mind. “I'm ready, let's go,” I tell him, my smile spreading.

But then, Killian spits out, his jaw clenching and I could tell he's pissed off. “Where the hell are you going and with…..,” he glares at Alex dangerously. “Him?”

“Alex? Oh, I forgot to mention. I'm starting work today,” I breathed out, and watch him turn pale. He was literally three shades whiter than just a moment ago.

Then, it's just dead silence. Killian doesn't say anything for a bit like he's trying to process what I've just said. Finally, he blurts out. “What? You're not serious, are you?” I could see that he's seething and I enjoy watching the fumes of his rage slowly cloud the room.

So, I give him a sweet smile and take a step toward him until I'm right in his face. “Unfortunately I am husband, see you when I get back or not,” turning to Alex, I mutter, with a curt nod and a smile. “Let's go,”

This is just one out of many!