Divorce. Two Reasons to Love

His confused gaze darts between me and his lover. I feel every one of his emotions with my heart. We grew together—skin to skin—over seven years. I can’t stand double pain.

I make a choice for him. I step closer on trembling legs. Up close, his lover is even more beautiful. So young. I hope she’s eighteen?

Waterlogged shoes squelch treacherously. I speak, trying not to cry.

“Can you not come home for three days? In that time I’ll gather myself, file for divorce, and leave.”

In the black eyes of the traitor there is despair. He didn’t think I would find out? Like a cat at night, sneaking around to foul in your slippers? In any case, what’s secret always becomes clear.

“Darling, who is she?” the beauty bats her eyelashes, studying the “wet chicken.” “Is she your friend?”

I smirk behind a doll-like face.

“Starting now—no one. Seven years ago she was his wife.”