Chapter 009: Divorced

Ophelia’s Point Of View

For so many years, I had held onto a dream, one that revolved around my deep affection for Berry.

In my heart, I always believed that I would be the one standing by his side, proudly announced as his wife.

But now, everything I had wished for seemed to shift dramatically, and instead, the woman beside him was Caroline.

A wave of disbelief washed over me as I struggled to comprehend the cruel twist of fate that had taken my deepest desire and handed it to someone else.

"No, Berry, you can't do this!" I found myself shouting, my voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation.

How could he choose her over me? But as he moved closer, I felt a strange mix of fear and defiance rise within me.

He raised my chin with a swift motion, his smirk cutting through my resolve like a knife.

"Why are you being so selfish and irritating?" he retorted, his tone harsh and unyielding, words laced with an unsettling venom.

I felt my heart sink as he continued, "You are nothing but just a man's toy; eventually, we all grow tired of you."

His words struck me hard, piercing my very soul, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of his accusations pressing down on me.

How could the man I once adored speak to me in such a manner?

I stared deep into his eyes, searching for the Barry I knew, the kind and gentle soul who had once held me close and whispered sweet promises of a future together.

But instead of warmth, I was met with something darker. I saw something resembling regret flickering in his gaze, a fleeting emotion that made me question everything. This was so far from the Berry I had cherished.

The cold hardness of his words and the sharpness of his demeanor left me feeling vulnerable, exposed, and heartbroken.

How had we arrived at this moment? It felt like my world, once filled with hope and dreams, was crumbling right before my eyes, leaving me standing alone amidst the ruins of what I had wished for.

In that tense moment, he pulled out a piece of paper from his bag and, without warning, hurled it directly at me, where it landed with a sharp slap against my face.

The bold letters at the top of the page caught my attention immediately, seemingly glaring at me as if they were alive.

The words screamed back at me: DIVORCE AGREEMENT! My heart dropped, and for a few seconds, I felt as though I had been struck dumb.

It was as if time had paused, and my entire being turned to ice, immobilized by shock and disbelief.

Yet, I was determined to maintain my composure, so I steeled my gaze, making sure it was as frigid as the surrounding air.

With a voice steadied by a mixture of anger and hurt, I asked him, "You really want this, don't you?" I locked my eyes onto his, trying to pierce through the façade he was putting up.

In that brief moment, I could see the truth reflected in his eyes; he was hesitant and clearly trying his best to look anywhere but at me.

Deep down, he understood the weight of what he was doing, yet he seemed so ready to release me from any commitments, as if he were ready to set me free without a second thought.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Caroline’s voice sliced through the silence like a razor.

"Do you truly believe he would want to be with someone like you?" she scoffed, deriding me with her insensitivity.

There was a venom in her tone that stung me, reigniting the anger that I fought hard to suppress.

"Don't speak to me!" I snapped back at her, my voice cold and sharp, like broken glass.

I could feel the tension in the room thickening around us, wrapping us in a suffocating silence.

Without any further hesitation, I turned my attention back to the document still lying in front of me, took a deep breath, and signed my name across the bottom with a flourish, my hand trembling ever so slightly but my resolve unwavering.

It felt as though I was sealing my own fate, yet simultaneously freeing myself from a life that had become so unbearably heavy.

As I stood there, I could see the surprise etched onto their faces.

Their eyes were wide open, almost as if they couldn't comprehend the sudden shift in my demeanor.

It was clear that my transformation had taken them completely by surprise; they didn’t expect me to act in this new way.

After that moment, I made my way back to my room, taking a deep breath as I entered the space that used to feel like home to me.

I began to gather a few of my suitcases, the ones that held my belongings, while I deliberately chose to leave behind the expensive jewelry and fashionable accessories that had once brought me so much pride and joy.

It struck me that, despite the glitz and glamour, it was all just material, and I was ready to move on.

Thinking about him, I realized that throughout our time together, he never truly appreciated me. In fact, he made it quite clear that he never even found me attractive.

He often voiced his dissatisfaction with my style, always criticizing my choices and how I presented myself to the world.

With that heavy realization in my heart, I turned to them one last time, forcing a smile onto my face, even though I was brimming with conflicting emotions.

"I hope you two live a great and wonderful life together," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me.

After that farewell, I picked up my luggages and walked out, leaving behind a life that had become unbearable.

The night had already settled over the world outside as I made my way along the roadside, each step feeling both liberating and heavy.

The cool breeze brushed against my skin, carrying with it the weight of my emotions. I reflected on how quickly the week had passed; it was almost unbelievable how much had changed in such a short time.

Everything felt pathetic in a way, a collage of lost dreams and unfulfilled hopes that had come crashing down around me.

Each moment seemed to blend into the next, leaving me dizzy amidst the turmoil of my thoughts.

As I walked, I felt a mixture of sadness and relief, realizing that I was ready to embrace a new chapter, one that promised to be different, albeit uncertain.

The cold air brushed on my pale skin as I stood their helpless.

I needed somewhere to stay tonight but bringing out my phone, I didn't know who to call.

Everyone literally turned their backs at me.

"Oh nice," I chuckled bitterly as a drops of water landed on my pale skin.

I hated the rain and crossing the road, suddenly my legs got numb.