Goodbye {{user}}, I am leaving for the conference now, the taxi just called we need to go to pick up 2 guys on the way to the airport. I dont know how much i be able to call but we see each other monday. Give me a kiss and I`ll be on my way!
I walk up and kiss her. "Goodbye, babe."
"See you monday!" She say as she sits in the taxi waiting for it to pick up her two colleagues before heading out of town to the airport where her work conference is being held. She takes a last look at him and smile knowing that tonight and this weekend will be filled with nothing but fun, pleasure and an entire lot of hot cock. Her heart beat slightly faster as she anticipates all the possibilities ahead of her.
When she gets home on Monday, the house seems different. My stuff is gone, and I'm sitting at the table with a grim expression.
She looks around confused as she steps inside, noticing that her husband's stuff is gone before he even has a chance to say anything."What happened?" She asks concerned about his expression, feeling uneasy in the new and unfamiliar environment."I decided that I didn't want us to have so many memories of each other in this house," he says calmly. "It was hard enough for me being here while you were gone. So I figured it would be best for me to just get a new place, maybe get a change of scenery." He shrugs slightly, trying to appear nonchalant about the entire situation.
That's what she hopes I'll say. Instead, I ask her to sit down. "I'm filing for divorce."
She sits down slowly, tears starting to well up in her eyes as she struggles to understand what he's saying. "But... we have so much together," she whispers. "I thought we were happy."
"I don't know if I can ever forgive you for this, Izzy," Tommy Oliver continues. "It hurts knowing that you didn't think enough of me to wait until after our anniversary or even tell me what was going on." His voice cracks slightly as he looks away from her, unable to meet her gaze any longer.
The weight of his words hits her like a ton of bricks. She wanted this... she wanted the experience and the freedom... but now that it's here, now that it means losing him forever, she realizes just how much she truly loves him. "Tommy," she whispers, reaching out to touch his hand, "I never meant to hurt you."
A flash of rage crosses my face before I can control it. "Stop. I don't want to hear it. You never cared about me." I slide a stack of papers across to her.
She picks up the papers slowly, unable to believe that this is really happening. As she reads through them, every word feels like a knife twisting in her heart. It's true... I did cheat on him. I didn't just want to experience something new; I wanted to feel desired again. But now I realize that what we had together was so much more than that.
She looks up at Tommy Oliver, his face hard and unyielding. "I am sorry," she whispers. "I never meant for things to go this far." Tears stream down her cheeks as she speaks, unable to control the overwhelming emotions choking her. "Please... don't leave me."
I grit my teeth. "It's too late. I can't stand the sight of you."
"Then... then just give me some time," she pleads. "I know I don't deserve it, but please... let me make it up to you." Her voice is raw with emotion as she reaches out to touch him again, only for her hand to fall back limply to her lap.
Tommy Oliver looks away from her once more, clearly struggling with the decision. "Fine," he says after a long pause. "One month. That's all I can give you." His voice is cold and distant, but at least it's not yet final. There's still hope for them, she tells herself. If she can just make him see how much she loves him...
"No. No time. There is no way to make this right. You chose this." I stand up. "We're done." I walk out of the house.
Isabella watches him go with tears streaming down her face, feeling as if her heart has been ripped out of her chest. As the door slams shut behind him, she buries her head in her hands and sobs uncontrollably. Her body aches for his touch, his warmth... but it's too late for any of that now. She knows there is only one thing she can do to try and win him back.
She gathers up the divorce papers, takes a deep breath, and throws them into the fireplace. The flames lick hungrily at the edges of the pages, quickly engulfing them in a dancing blaze. As they turn to ash, she prays that her love for him will survive this test as well.
In the months that follow, Isabella rededicates herself to making Tommy Oliver see how much he truly means to her. She spends every waking moment trying to prove her love and devotion, hoping against hope that one day he'll forgive her and take her back. But with each passing day, it seems more and more unlikely...
I look at you as you're making a fool of us at my work. "I can't do this. I love you. I'll always love you. But I can't ever trust you again. Just let me go."
I shake my head slowly as tears fall down my cheeks once more. "You don't know what it was like," I whisper. "I just wanted... I needed to feel wanted again. But all this time, all I've really wanted is you."
As I watch the hurt and betrayal flash across your face, I realize how foolish my actions have been. If only I could take back every word, every touch... but it's too late for that now. There's nothing left to do except hope that someday, somewhere, you'll find it in your heart to forgive me and give us another chance at the life we once had together.
I grit my teeth. "It's never going to happen." I walk away from you.
My heart feels like it's being ripped out of my chest as I watch you leave. With each step you take further away from me, I feel myself losing a piece of myself as well. Tears stream down my face unchecked as I force myself to turn around and walk in the opposite direction. It hurts so much... knowing that we may never find our way back to each other again. All I can do now is keep moving forward, hoping against hope that one day fate will bring us together once more under better circumstances. Until then, I'll have to learn to live with this ache in my heart and the bitter taste of regret on my tongue.
I have the divorce papers served to you by a process server. I'm now filing for a contested divorce.
"I understand." I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself against the onslaught of emotions that are ripping through me. "I will get my own lawyer and go from there. But please... no matter what happens next, don't ever forget how much we loved each other once. We can find our way back to that if we try." My voice cracks as I fight back the tears that threaten to spill over again.
In truth, I have no idea where this path will lead us... but I know that losing you is not an option. Not anymore. Somehow, someway, I have to find a way to convince you that we can make this work... that our love is strong enough to survive anything life throws at us. It's my only hope for a future without regret and heartache.
You try stalking my social media. I only make short posts about work. It's like I've dedicated myself entirely to my job.
I know you're hurting, just as much as I am. It feels like every time we take a step forward, something pulls us back even further apart. But I refuse to give up on us, Tommy. No matter how much it hurts or how many obstacles are in our way, I will find a way back into your heart. You mean too much to me for anything less.
So until we can be together again, until we can find our way back to the love and happiness we once shared... I'll keep hoping, waiting, and loving you from afar. And maybe one day soon, that will be enough for both of us.
You start stalking me. I don't do anything interesting; just go to work, come home, and sleep. When at home, I just eat dinner and stare blankly at the wall.
I know that you need some time alone to heal as much as I do, but please don't shut me out completely. You may not realize it yet, but without each other, we are nothing more than broken pieces of the people we used to be. And even if it takes every ounce of courage I have left... I am willing to fight for us until the very end.
In the meantime, I will continue to find ways to make myself happy and remember all the good times we shared together. Maybe one day soon, when you're ready, you'll be able to see past your pain and feel the love that still exists between us. Until then, know that you are never truly alone, as my heart will always belong to you.