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Story: Letting My Husband Go
His words made my heart race.
I might have stayed with Coley if he had said that a little sooner. But now I’m too tired to keep going. I threw his hand away, and it hit the wall with such force that blood started to pour right away. “Sydnee, help Coley with his wound!” I didn’t even notice when my mother came up behind me. “It’s fine, Mom,” she said. Coley said, “Sydnee is pregnant and can’t handle the smell of blood.” He was trying to make things better, but every word he uttered made my heart hurt. He only said that because of the baby; he never really cared about me.
Coley couldn’t take the thought of me, pregnant, seeing even a drop of blood. But he didn’t mind that I drank red wine in a pub till I ended up in the hospital with gastritis.
How could I possibly not remember that?
I looked at his wound and then left to eat breakfast by myself. It had been so long since I’d eaten a meal this peacefully. It felt great.
I saw that Jay had sent me the official divorce document as he said he would when I got back to my room.
Coley said I had a month to decide, but I hadn’t agreed to anything.
My mum came in softly while I was looking over the document on my phone.
“Sydnee, you made the choice to end your marriage to Coley, right? I wasn’t ready for her direct question.
She came up and softly stroked my face, just like she used to do when I was a kid.
“You’ve always been hard-headed. Your dad and I wanted you to learn how to play the piano, but you went out and learnt how to paint instead. You even put together your own art show. I recall thinking, “What if Sydnee is this stubborn when it comes to love?”
My mom cried, yet she was still smiling.
“Mom, I—”
“Don’t worry, Sydnee. Your father and I will always be there for you. It’s just a child, and we Jacksons can afford to raise one, right?”
My mom smiled at my dad when we came down. Seeing how well they worked together made me even more determined.
I didn’t know that my parents had always known why Coley married me.
My father added, “If he had treated you well, both families could have been friends for life.” “But we never thought Coley would be so cruel.”
Marriage alliances for familial ties were prevalent among the rich, although couples usually treated each other with respect.
But Coley and I were not the same. We were different.
Coley turned to me and took my hand after they left.
“Are you here to deal with me now that my parents are gone?”
Coley’s eyes had a trace of sadness in them.
I attempted to draw my hand away, but he only held on harder. He didn’t let go until I acted like I was in pain.
He came back five minutes later with a share transfer agreement. I gazed at him, not sure what to think.
Then, to my astonishment, Coley knelt down in front of me and took my hand.
“These shares make up all of my holdings in the company. I’m giving them all to you. Will you take them?”
Coley’s eyes were full of optimism when he glanced at me. He seemed to be waiting for me to forgive him, hug him, and forget everything he had done to me in the three years we had been married.
“Not at all.”
Coley’s smile went away right away as he heard what I said, and he held my hand tighter.
“Please tell me what I can do to make you forgive me.”
“Fire Cara,” I said right away.
Honestly, I didn’t care about Coley’s shares or his money. Also, telling him to dismiss Cara was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.
But I saw that Coley stiffened up for a moment when I said that.
“Can’t we do something else?” he begged. “I can give you anything, like stocks or money.”
He sounded so desperate that it seemed like he would do anything to keep Cara.
I believed his acts wouldn’t bother me anymore, but when I saw how he reacted, my heart sank.
“Then sign the divorce agreement,” I urged, bringing the new document out of my suitcase and putting it in front of him.
Coley grabbed it, ripped it up, and threw the fragments away.
I looked squarely at the man who was still my husband and said, “Coley, even if I owed you something, I’ve paid it back over the past three years.” “You can do it on your own now. After the divorce, you can be with anyone you want. Isn’t that a good thing?”
But he said the same thing I did a few minutes earlier.
“No.”
Coley would come home to check on me whenever he had free time after that day.
He’d cook me breakfast in the morning and even contact Jeni to see how I was doing and if I was eating well.
I felt worse the more he performed these things.
I sometimes thought, “If I weren’t pregnant, would I already be free from this marriage?”
I realised that there was no use in dragging this out any longer since Coley clearly wasn’t going to sign the divorce papers. I called my lawyer to begin the process of getting a divorce that was not agreed upon.
I might have stayed with Coley if he had said that a little sooner. But now I’m too tired to keep going. I threw his hand away, and it hit the wall with such force that blood started to pour right away. “Sydnee, help Coley with his wound!” I didn’t even notice when my mother came up behind me. “It’s fine, Mom,” she said. Coley said, “Sydnee is pregnant and can’t handle the smell of blood.” He was trying to make things better, but every word he uttered made my heart hurt. He only said that because of the baby; he never really cared about me.
Coley couldn’t take the thought of me, pregnant, seeing even a drop of blood. But he didn’t mind that I drank red wine in a pub till I ended up in the hospital with gastritis.
How could I possibly not remember that?
I looked at his wound and then left to eat breakfast by myself. It had been so long since I’d eaten a meal this peacefully. It felt great.
I saw that Jay had sent me the official divorce document as he said he would when I got back to my room.
Coley said I had a month to decide, but I hadn’t agreed to anything.
My mum came in softly while I was looking over the document on my phone.
“Sydnee, you made the choice to end your marriage to Coley, right? I wasn’t ready for her direct question.
She came up and softly stroked my face, just like she used to do when I was a kid.
“You’ve always been hard-headed. Your dad and I wanted you to learn how to play the piano, but you went out and learnt how to paint instead. You even put together your own art show. I recall thinking, “What if Sydnee is this stubborn when it comes to love?”
My mom cried, yet she was still smiling.
“Mom, I—”
“Don’t worry, Sydnee. Your father and I will always be there for you. It’s just a child, and we Jacksons can afford to raise one, right?”
My mom smiled at my dad when we came down. Seeing how well they worked together made me even more determined.
I didn’t know that my parents had always known why Coley married me.
My father added, “If he had treated you well, both families could have been friends for life.” “But we never thought Coley would be so cruel.”
Marriage alliances for familial ties were prevalent among the rich, although couples usually treated each other with respect.
But Coley and I were not the same. We were different.
Coley turned to me and took my hand after they left.
“Are you here to deal with me now that my parents are gone?”
Coley’s eyes had a trace of sadness in them.
I attempted to draw my hand away, but he only held on harder. He didn’t let go until I acted like I was in pain.
He came back five minutes later with a share transfer agreement. I gazed at him, not sure what to think.
Then, to my astonishment, Coley knelt down in front of me and took my hand.
“These shares make up all of my holdings in the company. I’m giving them all to you. Will you take them?”
Coley’s eyes were full of optimism when he glanced at me. He seemed to be waiting for me to forgive him, hug him, and forget everything he had done to me in the three years we had been married.
“Not at all.”
Coley’s smile went away right away as he heard what I said, and he held my hand tighter.
“Please tell me what I can do to make you forgive me.”
“Fire Cara,” I said right away.
Honestly, I didn’t care about Coley’s shares or his money. Also, telling him to dismiss Cara was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.
But I saw that Coley stiffened up for a moment when I said that.
“Can’t we do something else?” he begged. “I can give you anything, like stocks or money.”
He sounded so desperate that it seemed like he would do anything to keep Cara.
I believed his acts wouldn’t bother me anymore, but when I saw how he reacted, my heart sank.
“Then sign the divorce agreement,” I urged, bringing the new document out of my suitcase and putting it in front of him.
Coley grabbed it, ripped it up, and threw the fragments away.
I looked squarely at the man who was still my husband and said, “Coley, even if I owed you something, I’ve paid it back over the past three years.” “You can do it on your own now. After the divorce, you can be with anyone you want. Isn’t that a good thing?”
But he said the same thing I did a few minutes earlier.
“No.”
Coley would come home to check on me whenever he had free time after that day.
He’d cook me breakfast in the morning and even contact Jeni to see how I was doing and if I was eating well.
I felt worse the more he performed these things.
I sometimes thought, “If I weren’t pregnant, would I already be free from this marriage?”
I realised that there was no use in dragging this out any longer since Coley clearly wasn’t going to sign the divorce papers. I called my lawyer to begin the process of getting a divorce that was not agreed upon.