“The three–month deadline I gave is almost over, son. Whether you bring me your wife or sign the divorce papers so we can proceed with your next marriage.”
That was what was written in my father’s email. No greetings, no question about whether i was still breathing. Just another warning and reminder about what he wanted to happen.
Three damn months, and despite my miserable state and how much I longed for my wife, I didn’t neglect my position, my responsibilities in the company, or with the pack. But not once did I receive even the smallest praise, or a simple suggestion for me to take a break.
From: Sasha
I get it. We’re not really important to you, Darius. But I’m almost giving birth. Just two more months. Maybe you’d want to show up and see me.
I massaged my temple as I read her message. She was demanding my presence again. Honestly, I felt guilty for not giving her the care I promised, for the sake of my child. When I decided to give her everything, I thought Rosella would be by my side, making sure Sasha would have a safe and proper delivery of the child we were going to raise.
From: Sasha’s father
Alpha, please pay attention to my daughter. She’s having difficulties these past few months. She might lose your child.
From: Desmond
Darius, still no sign of her. Sorry.
Those messages made me want to split my head in two. All I felt these past months was stress, exhaustion, and rage. And I think the only thing that can take all of that away is my
wife.
But damn it. Does she ever think of me? Does she wonder how I am, if I’m happy, if I’m still looking for her or not? I didn’t sign any of the papers her attorney sent, no matter how many times they were delivered to the office or at home.
Are you that happy, Rosella? So free that you don’t even want to know anything about me?
I was drowning in pain and misery when I came across a news story below an article about my successful merger. A popular story nowadays. I wouldn’t have cared, but when I saw the words “divorce” and how the protagonist left her husband to escape, I remembered Rosella.
Did she read this story and get her idea from it? Was that why she dared to leave me?
Angry at the thought, I clicked on the story and paid for every chapter. But with each page I read, I felt a strange emotion slowly creeping in.
Every chapter mirrored my memories with my wife, courting her, our wedding, buying our new home, everything, up until the moment she left. Because the protagonist’s husband brought home his pregnant mistress and made his wife take care of the child.
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“Maybe my only importance is to give birth, wait in the house he bought, cook his meals, wait for the time he could spare, act like a doll he bought to serve him for the rest of his life. Maybe I was his wife at first, but I lost my worth. He could no longer see me as someone deserving of his love, affection, support, because I lacked of something. Because I failed him. Then he decided he could lose me and choose someone else because I was no longer enough. Or… I was never enough for him from the very start.”
My chest tightened at that. No. Rosella didn’t read this and took an idea from it. This was her story. Our story. She wrote it.
I checked the author’s listed location. Minnesota. The place she once told me she least wanted to travel to. The reason why I won’t be able to see her is because she lives in this place.
Who took her to Minnesota? Did someone help her? Is someone shielding her whereabouts from my investigator? She really doesn’t want to be found but then, I wouldn’t
vaste this time. I’d run to her right now.
I stood up, didn’t bother to change or eat a simple meal. I went straight to the airport. I didn’t tell anyone where I was headed. I planned to surprise everyone when I returned with Rosella by my side.
My heart was pounding wildly and full of joy because finally, I found my wife. She was there, standing in front of me. But instead of happiness and relie
all I saw in her eyes was
fear and distance.
“Rosella… my wife…” I called her, regret weighing on every word.
I stepped closer, and with a clearer view, I saw how her lips trembled and her hands. fidgeted.
“What are you doing here?” her voice nearly cracked. She shook her head and said. something else that shattered me. “I want freedom from you, Darius. Why can’t you give me that? Why do you have to torture me like this?”
Torture? This was torture for her, when for me, this felt like salvation, My presence hurt her. Her presence saved me.
-A tear escaped my eye. “Please. Let’s talk. Let me beg for a chance.”
“You don’t have any chance, Darius. So please… leave me alone and sign the divorce
papers.”
