Divorce Agreement
It was late at night, and the cold wind blows, chilling to the bone.
Queenie stared into nothingness, with the table full of food that has went cold.
It’s been 3 years, she’s used to it, used to waiting for nothing.
Then she heard the door open, and jumped in joy seeing the tall figure at the door.
‘Wesley!’ she yelled happily.
Wesley looked at her with an expressionless face, without saying a word.
‘You haven’t eaten haven’t you? I’ll get the food heated…’ Queenie got cut off before she managed to finish her sentence as Wesley pushed her onto the sofa and stripped her off her clothes.
There wasn’t any foreplay, it was straight up rough s*x.
Queenie shut her eyes, her fingers buried deep into Wesley’s crumpled shirt due to pain.
It’s always been like this, Wesley rarely comes home, and when he does, it’s always for s*x, as though Queenie’s his very own s*x doll.
She just gives in to whatever he’s doing to her, despite how uncomfortable it is.
After all that rough s*x, Wesley pulls out a box of pills to feed her.
‘Take this.’ He said coldly.
‘Can I not… I want to bear your child…’ Queenie said desperately, with tears in her eyes.
‘You don’t deserve to bear my child.’ He said sarcastically.
Queenie wiped her nose, trying to hide the fact that she’s crying.
‘Sign this.’ He handed her a document.
‘What’s this?’ she asked.
‘A divorce agreement, you’ve been annoying me for 3 years, isn’t that enough for you?’ he said coldly.
‘You’re so cruel… 3 years, don’t you love me? Not even a bit?’ Queenie asked while looking at the divorce agreement in disbelief.
‘No. You should’ve known better the moment you pretended to be her and crawled up my bed when I was drunk 3 years ago. If not for your pretty face, you wouldn’t last 3 years by my side.’
Queenie touched her face, wanting to tear it off, she hated how she looked like the love of his life, but she doesn’t get loved by him at all.
‘How many times do you need me to repeat, it wasn’t my intention to do that 3 years ago…’ Queenie said in an exhausted manner.
‘Enough, what’s done is done. I’ll leave the house and cars for you, and also enough cash for the rest of your life.’ Wesley said.
‘I don’t care for all of that, I will not agree to this divorce!’ Queenie laughed hysterically.
‘I have my way in making you agree.’ He said while staring at her.
‘How…’
‘She’s back.’ Wesley said, his words stabbing her like knives.
She…. Came back?
Queenie started crying, as Wesley stuffed the emergency contraceptive into her mouth and left without turning back.
She’s left alone again in the apartment, as though no one came in before as she lied on the couch in despair.