Deceived Wife

"Miranda?" My husband called me. I'm here in front of the sink washing our plates. We have just finished our dinner. "Yes? What is it, honey?" I asked in the sweetest voice. A long silence enveloped us. I finished washing the dishes, so I started to dry them and put them inside the cabinet one by one. Then I finished drying up the dishes, but still, he didn't utter a single word. I turned around to face him with a smile, but the smile on my face quickly faded as soon as I saw his gloomy and serious face staring at me. "Why?.. What is it, Micheal?" I asked, worried, and I started to feel nervous. "Miranda...I...I can't do this anymore" he said in a low voice, then looked down, avoiding my stare. "W-what are you talking about Micheal?" I asked. I started to panic and then I slowly walked toward him but he quickly backed out and held his hand to stop me. My heart started to beat faster and I couldn't help but hold my chest because of the uncomfortable feeling it caused. I just stared at him waiting for his explanation, but he kept on looking away from me and that made me more nervous. "M-Miranda...I'm sorry but i... I want an annulment." He said and finally looked back at me. I suddenly froze at what he just said, my heart skipped a beat..my mouth gaped open and my eyes bulged in shock... "Bu-but why?" I finally said, my eyes started to water and tears began to pour down my face. I put my hand to my mouth to prevent myself from sobbing as I tried to be strong, even if I was starting to break inside. "Di-did I do something wrong?" I asked, looking at him, but he couldn't look straight into my eyes. "Or do you want me to do something? Just tell me, Micheal! We can work this out." I said and a sob escaped from my mouth as the tears continued to fall freely on my face. I wiped my tears away, but it was useless. It kept on pouring more and more. He shook his head no and glanced at me. "No Miranda, it can't... I fell out of love" he whispered. And just like that, more tears began to fall on my face, and my heart twisted in pain... I sobbed harder and harder. I turned my back on him and tried to hold onto the counter to prevent me from falling to the ground... And without looking at him, I ran to our room and began packing my clothes... I cried and cried while putting my clothes in my big bag, then suddenly the door opened and he came in. "You don't need to leave this penthouse, I'll be the one leaving. You can stay here." He said. I didn't look at him and continued to pack the stuff that I would in my big carry-on bag. "I can buy my place, Micheal. I don't want to live in this house, it would only remind me of...us" I said. He didn't say anything more. "Miranda..please understand.." he tried to explain, but I stopped him. "No Micheal..you said you fell out of love..right?" I said and looked at him. I zipped my bag and turned to face him. "For two years of our marriage do you even love me? Or have you just faked it? Because you don't fall out of love when you truly love me, Micheal!" I yelled and another tear fell on my face and I quickly wiped it away frustratedly. "I did love you," he said as he looked at me. His face is in distress but the pain he causes me is unbearable. "But not enough," I said, looking, and he fell silent and looked down. "Is this the surprise you're telling me?!" I yelled, then I suddenly laughed bitterly. "Nice one Micheal!! Nice one for ruining what was supposed to be a special day for the two of us!" I bellowed. The tears continue to fall on my face even if I tried to look strong. This day is our anniversary. We finished dinner like nothing was wrong, but then after dinner...we're done...just like that... He didn't say anything and just continued to look down. I wanted to slap him hard and multiple times until his face reddened, but I guess I'm the kind of woman that was too damn nice for my liking. "Just send me the divorce papers," I said and quickly grabbed my bag and walked out of the room... He didn't follow me, a part of me was hoping he'd follow and say sorry, and then everything would be back to what it was. .. But no... He just let me walk out of the room and into his life... That is what he wanted... Is this always be my story? They always leave me behind... And every step I took was like my heart slowly shuttering in pain..the pain kills me on the inside. My heart burned with so much pain, it was like stabbing and twisting, making it hard for me to breathe. I turned the doorknob and turned to look at the house and finally got out... With a shattered heart and soul... This is all your fault, Will... I hate you!