Ryan
I sensed that there was something different about Emily. Definitely, there was something off about her. She wasn't the Emily I once married, she acted so different at the hospital. There's no way I'm mistaken, or was I overthinking things because she asked for a divorce? She was nothing to me from the start, but why are my even bothered? I couldn't put my finger on what just happened. It was like things were spinning out of control. I had control over her for the last three years, and in the blink of an eye, she asked for a divorce because of something she clearly knew Zara would never do. After four years of marriage, I thought I knew her very well. Before we got married, she was obsessive and clingy, but after we got married, she became submissive and obedient, a good wife. And today, I was in the office when I saw a message popped into my phone, upon reaching out to it, I saw a message from her asking for a divorce. "I don't believe she's in her right state of mind. Where will she go? She barely got a place to stay before I married her. And now a divorce?" Lately, Emily has been donating blood too often. That was our agreement in exchange for money, that was what she had always wanted. Though I feel bad about it, but Emily has never said no, so I'm somewhat pleased and think I can make it up to her in other ways. I know she wants money, yes, that was her request. I just double the amount I usually pay her, to appreciate what she's being doing. Regardless of her motives, Emily is a competent wife, but I'm annoyed that she suddenly wants a divorce. The big question on my mind has been why would she even think of requesting for a divorce? Hasn't she thought that after her divorce she will have to survive on her own? How do I convince her to keep donating blood to Zara when she seems determined earlier today, and I already signed the papers? 'You can always get her back' My inner thought mumbled. But I doubt it would be possible with the way things turned out today. Get divorced first, getting Zara her blood transfusion asap is what matters. "I have to find out what her motive is. She can't just ask for a divorce because of something she's aware Zara never did." What she did at the hospital caught me off guard, I never expected it. An insignificant photo can't prove anything. Zara's health is what matters, as for the photo, I can explain it to Emily later. She insisted on getting a divorce, just for a photo, misunderstanding my relationship with Zara? If so, I made it clear to her that I only see Zara as my sister. I repeated it countless times, she's always being my sister and nothing more, but she seems to be forgetting so quickly. Although I don't have much affection for her, but I am loyal to our marriage and relatively content. I don't go after other ladies, isn't that enough to prove someone set Zara up? The sound of my phone got my attention, I turned to the couch, and grabbed it. Immediately my gaze landed on the screen, it was my mother calling. "Hello mother....." I was cut off even before I greeted her. "Where's that thing you called your wife? Where the hell is she? And why isn't she picking my calls?" She sounded furious, and it made me wondered if something had happened before she asked for a divorce. "Mother, you have to calm down. What has she done this time?" There's always one complaint to another about Emily. "She has the audacity to end call on me. I asked her to come over to the house and do her job, but guess what? She ended the call." I sighed. "Emily is nowhere to be found...." "What do you mean by that? She's purposely ignoring my calls. I will make sure she pays for it." My mother can be hot most times, she never gives you the chance to explain. "I will be at the house later!" I responded, and ended the call. Living like this for the rest of my life is not a bad idea. At least since we got married, I have never thought about getting a divorce. If she is not happy with my relationship with Zara, she should say it to my face. I can also keep my distance from Zara, as long as she still donates blood to her. After all, there is no irrevocable deadlock in this marriage, there is no reason why it cannot carry on. I took out my phone to call her that instant. As I dialed her number, and place the phone to my ear, I anticipated for her to pick. Instead, I was told her phone is switched off, I need to leave a voice message. "She switched off her phone, knowing I would definitely call her. This is her games, I will make sure to play it well with her." I proceeded to contact the bodyguard. Upon dialing the contact, he picked up in one ring. "Have you been able to locate where she is?" I asked. She mustn't have gone far. Not when she has nowhere to go. "I'm sorry, boss! We haven't been able to find your wife. The surveillance was suddenly hacked ten minutes ago, and we can't find out where she went?" "What do you mean the surveillance was hacked? How is that even possible?" I queried in disbelief. There's no way someone must have hacked it. "I'm sorry, boss, but we made sure the entire hospital was searched. But we couldn't find her." "Make sure you contact me when you find her." I said, ending the call without waiting for his reply. I thought about how she had signed the divorce agreement without hesitation, and I felt an indescribable emotion in my chest. Where could she have gone to from the hospital? After I signed the papers, she didn't get a penny from me, so where could she have gone to? Thinking about how she left so easily, the feeling of annoyance that had been lingering in my heart became even stronger, and it was killing me. "I need to find her, they must bring her to me." I turned, and walked out of the living room. As soon as I grabbed my keys from the stool, I dashed out of the house, and headed to my car.EmilyI squinted, trying to force my eyes open. After a few attempts, they finally flew open. Slowly, I looked around, not immediately recognizing where I was until my gaze landed on the familiar picture frame in my room.I realized I was home—in my room. But the question lingering in my mind was, how did I get here? I had been brought back to the mansion where my mother and stepfather lived.Tentatively, I stepped out of bed and made my way downstairs. As my gaze traveled to the clock on the wall, I saw it was almost noon. I must have slept for a long time, something I hadn’t done in the past four years of my marriage to Ryan.It had always been one chaos to another, doing house chores, trying to please Ryan, Zara, and his family members. But now, it was finally over. Deep down, I was hurt that I couldn't win his love in those four years, he was the perfect hubby for me. The kind of man I have always wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but there was nothing I could do about it
EmilyDuring our four years of marriage, most of the time, my husband treats me like a total stranger. I have always been a stranger to him, even though we were a couple. The only exception is when he contacts me, and whenever he does, it's all about getting me to the hospital to donate blood to Zara. That was my use in this married, always donating blood to her, and get paid at the end of the month. It was what I had agreed to hoping he would love me some day.It's the third time this month, and it's more than my body can take already. But who cares? That's what I'm supposed to do whenever Zara needs a blood transfusion. I'm sitting on the sofa and my eyes are getting a little watery and blurry, while still running a little temperature.Yesterday was our fourth year anniversary. So I thought of preparing something to celebrate with him. I waited for him to get home from work, and carefully prepared dinner for our anniversary, and yet I stood in the rain for over an hour waiting for h
Emily I put my phone away, suppressed the excruciating pain in my heart, the burning sensation in my body, and forced myself to Rose from the couch. I ascended the stairs to get my bag from the bedroom, and soon I returned, making my way out of the house. I stepped out of the house, hailed a cab and went directly to the coffee shop not far from the hospital. My mind is made up, I won't just sit and continue being a bank of blood for someone who doesn't even value me. I have tried everything to make him love me, and now it's time to move on with my life. Four years are not four months.With each passing second, Ryan still hadn’t shown up. I am not leaving until he does. As I waited, my phone buzzed twice, it was Ryan calling. I didn’t answer, thinking he would call a third time. But he didn’t.I sat there, pale, the pain from earlier still engulfing my body. An hour later, Ryan finally appeared, just like I had thought when I didn't pick his calls. He is slow to see his mistakes.He
Emily Ryan’s eyes darkened, his expression turning grim. "What the hell are you doing!" He cussed, as he pushed his way into the room. "Emily." He called out to me, his voice was as cold as ice. Was he so afraid of what I might do to her? I can't believe he still cares so much about her even after his signed the divorce papers. This just proves, he never felt anything for me. If he does, he wouldn't have attempted to sign the damn papers. Zara's eyes widened with fake panic as she turned her look away, tears welling up in her eyes. This was all she's good at, constantly trying to stand out as the good girl when she's the devil. I can't believe I endure this shit for the pass four years. Where were my senses? My steeze and demure? I can't believe I did everything for love and was never loved back. “I swear, Emily, I didn’t do anything. You have got it all wrong.” She feigned even more, knowing he would side with her. Was I really out of my mind to confront her in front of Ry