Our Pointless Fights

Chapter 3: The Papers

-Megan-

A piece of paper was what bound us together, and a piece of paper was what could rip us apart. I glanced at the document the lawyer, whom my sister had insisted I meet with, had given me. He had explained where to sign and assured me he would take care of the rest once I did. Then he had said I could take my time. I could sign the papers when I was ready.

When I was ready...

It didn’t feel like I would ever be ready. I didn’t want to divorce Nathan, but what other choice did I have? Naomi was not wrong. I needed to take control of my life. I needed to make something of myself. That meant going to school. That meant living my young adult life, having fun with friends, going out, passing, and failing exams. It meant getting a job. It meant feeling like I was the one making the choices, not someone else. But it was so hard to focus on a future I could have when I felt trapped in the past.

I felt trapped in my marriage, but not in a bad way. Not in the way my sister saw it. I loved him, and I also hated him. It was so hard to figure out. Of course, being trapped wasn’t a good thing, but my sister saw me almost like a slave, unable to go anywhere because of this marriage. I didn’t see it that way. Nathan and I had shared some good times. It was the foundation that was rotten, sadly, and a rotten foundation would never hold forever. That was why I needed to get out, but my feelings for him hadn’t changed. The night we had shared still lingered in my mind, keeping me warm, making me feel tingly all over, because I wanted it to happen again. I wanted him to make love to me. I wanted him to show me more because some part of me didn’t believe anyone else could. I would never trust someone like I had trusted Nathan.

I sighed, the pen in my hand feeling so heavy, but I had to do it. I had to remove him from my life, so I signed the damn papers. I signed them, and my heart bled, but I had to do it. Just as I had signed my name, I heard the doorbell ring. I looked around, confused. Naomi had her keys, and she hadn’t mentioned anything about any visitors. Had she ordered a package perhaps?

I got up from the couch I was sitting on, then walked to the doors, opening one of them and then...

“Nathan?”

F*ck…

For a moment, it felt like I was dreaming. This couldn’t be... but he was right there, standing in front of me, and sh*t, he looked like a mess. His hair was a little longer, and it seemed like he had just run his hands through it to keep it in check. His cheeks were slightly red, as if he had been running or something, and he looked tired. Dark lines under his eyes. Had he lost some weight too? I had never seen him like this, and I didn’t know what else to do but look at him.

He was really here, I thought to myself, as we looked at each other. Why?

“Don’t slam the door in my face,” he said, but more like he was pleading with me not to.

“W-Why are you here?” I whispered.

“I think you know why.”

I did, but I wasn’t ready to truly admit it. I had thought... hoped... prayed, he would just move on and let this go, so we could both live our lives. Him here, at my doorstep, told me he hadn’t, and he wasn’t planning to. Maybe if we were living a different life, one where he hadn’t betrayed me, then this would have been flattering.

“How did you find me?” I asked.

“An old friend from back in the day, who still keeps in contact with Naomi. I was searching through people who might know where you two were, and I was lucky to run into her,” he explained.

“Lucky?” I asked. “Who feels lucky?”

This was painful. Luck wasn’t the feeling I had.

“Go home, Nathan,” I stated.

I backed away to close the door, but before I could, he walked inside.

“Hey!” I exclaimed.

He grabbed the side of the door and pulled it from my hand, slamming it shut.

“You can’t just walk in here! This isn’t even my house!” I protested.

“No, but you are my wife, and I need to speak to you. I can’t do that from the other side of the door.”

“I told you to go home!”

I walked away from him. I couldn’t listen to him, not just because it was painful to hear his voice. God, I had missed that voice, but I feared that if I listened, he might persuade me to go back with him, and I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t go with him because I knew we would end up driving each other crazy. I couldn’t trust him again, and I would end up throwing what he did to me in his face over and over, and he would get angry with me, and slowly his love would turn sour.

“Megan!” He followed me, as I walked back into the living room, hoping I could barricade myself in there, but again I didn’t get a chance to close the door before he followed me inside.

“Go away, Nathan!” I insisted.

“No, I am not going...” He trailed off as his eyes landed on something on the coffee table behind me. I slowly looked over my shoulder, trying to figure out what it was that had distracted him, and that was when I noticed the divorce papers. I had not put them away, and it was clear he knew what they were. He walked past me and then slowly picked up the papers, seeing my name signed on them.

“You want a divorce?” he inquired, then looked at me, his eyes completely different now.

They were desperate before. Now they were blazing with anger.

“We have to move on.”

“Move on?” he scoffed, sounding almost amused. “What exactly are we moving on from?”

“You know we can’t work this out!” I exclaimed.

“How? How do you know that? We haven’t even tried!”

“Because I can’t get over what you did, and it will ruin us!” I yelled.

“I am not going to let you divorce me,” he declared.

“Nathan—" But then there was the sound of papers being torn. It silenced me, as I watched him tear the papers in half.

“What did you do?” I yelled as I walked closer, hoping to take them from him before he did more damage.

He threw them away before I could reach the papers, then grabbed my shoulders.

“I love you,” he said.

“It isn’t enough,” I whispered.

My heart was beating like crazy. His words were bringing it to life again, and it almost wanted to jump out of my chest, so it could be with him. Even if my mind didn’t agree, my heart was his. There was no doubt.

“It is! It is enough because you love me too,” he stated.

“I...”

“I know you do,” he said.

I pressed my eyes together, trying my hardest not to cry, and when I opened them again, he didn’t hesitate as he kissed me hard. I couldn’t stop the tears as he kissed me. It was too good. It was like coming home. Like this was exactly where I should be.

“You can’t,” I said and turned my head, but he didn’t listen.

He pushed me down on the couch, then removed his jacket before getting on top of me. He kissed me again, and I responded. I couldn’t help myself. I really couldn’t. My body was heating up, readying itself because even my body knew who it belonged to, and for a moment, I didn’t want to fight it. I just wanted to listen.

Nathan was quick as he pulled my small dark blue skirt and panties off, his hand then moving between us, cupping my p*ssy, making me arch my back and moan before he used two fingers to play with my cl*t, circling around it, going back and forth.

I shook hard, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream as he quickly brought me to my cl*max, then he was filling me up with his fingers, pumping them in and out of me before he quickly freed his c*ck from his pants. He was hard, wanting me as badly as I wanted him.

I opened my legs wider, inviting him to have me, because I would die if he didn’t f*ck me right now. I needed him. For three months, we hadn’t seen each other. For three months, we hadn’t been together, and we needed this.

We both moaned deeply as he entered me. F*ck, he felt good, even if he was stretching me wide, and his pumps were wild and hard. He was so f*cking desperate and so was I. He didn’t hold back one bit and f*cked me hard, bringing me to another cl*max, kissing me fiercely too, swallowing all my screams and whimpers before he pulled out of me and came all over my stomach.

“All mine,” he leaned down and whispered before kissing me again.