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2024-10-29 19:42:56Sarah's POV
“You really shouldn't have agreed to sign the divorce Sarah, I'm so disappointed right now.” Mom uttered as she began to pace around the hotel room.
I sat still in the bed while my gaze was fixed right on the floor. Somehow, I was beginning to regret agreeing to Richard's divorce. But still, I needed my own happiness. Was I the only one to endure this pain. “I'm so sorry mom, I just had to, I need to be happy once again mom. I really need to find my own happiness and depart from Richard. I can't endure everything anylonger.” I responded. My voice had began to crack a little and I felt my palms were already sweety.
Mom took her gaze aside for a few seconds and then darted them back to me. “You're right baby, I think it time you find what really makes you happy rather than spending the rest of your life with that coward.” As soon as I heard her words, my frown turned into a broad smile immediately. I felt a gentle touch on my hands and it made to look up instantly. Mom sat next to me and squeezed my hands tightly. “I just want the best for you honey. Whatever decision you make, just know that I'm always here to support you.” She added.
As she spoke, I felt a tear drop from my eyes down to my cheeks. “Don't you dare cry Sarah, you shouldn't okay?. Stay strong for me.” Mom uttered while she look her hand up to my cheeks and began to wipe my tears away. I sniffed a little and then drew closer to her and embraced her tightly. It was almost like she had pass through the same situation with my dad. He had never treated her like the wife be claimed she was to him. At age seven, I was only entitled to just one parent because dad had left mom and I alone.
There was mum, always crying all night. At age ten, I got the chance to have another dad. It was like everything I had everything dreamt of. He showered me with so much love but after a few years, we lost him to the ruthless hands of death. Every since my stepdad’s death, mum vowed never to get married anymore. She felt she was destined to be a single mother and there we have it, I was raised with love and attention just by a single parent.
“I'll be leaving for Madrid in a week.” I said while I broke away from our embrace. Mom arched her brows surprised by my quick decision. “So fast?” She responded. “Yeah!. I think it's the right time I got a new job and live peacefully. I feel Madrid is just the best place.” I declared.
Mom inhaled and exhaled a deep breath and then rubbed my head gently. “If that's what you think is the best for you, then go foe it honey.” She finally said. With a warm smile I drew closer and embraced her once again.
*
I sat straight up in my bed and rubbed my eyes gently to clear away the last traces of sleep. Mom had left the hotel for London a few hours earlier. With a loud yawn, I climbed out of the bed and headed straight for the refrigerator where I poured in a bottled water into a glass cup and gulped down everything.
The moment I was filled up, I sigh a bit and then paced my eyes around the hotel room for a few seconds. “I guess it's right time you got your life back together.” I murmured almost to myself. As walked down to the center table and grabbed the menu, I began to paced my eyes around the menu for a short while. I just couldn't decide on what to eat. As my gaze frozed at a boldly written word, roasted turkey. A smirk creeped at the left corner of my lips instantly.
Without hesitation, I reached out for the telephone placed on one of the cupboards and quick dialled the number that was written on the menu. “Hello ma'am, what can I help you with.” I heard a lady's voice from the other line. “I'd love to get the roasted turkey.” I responded.
With that, I ended the phone call immediately and lay back on my bed. Within a few hours, I held a gentle knock on the door. “You delivery.” The lady uttered from the other side. With a deep breath, I rose to my feet quickly and walked straight to the door. As soon as I opened the door halfway, the lady smiled broadly.
“Come in.” I declared and opened the door the rest of the way. The attendant pulled in the food cart and stepped inside as well. “Thank you.” I utter and she nodded her head in affirmation. Without another word, she walked out of the room instantly.
As I settled down with my dinner, flipping through the channels, the television brought with it a fresh wave of heartbreak. Like a punch to the gut, I was hit with the sight of Richard and Susan, their smiling faces beaming from the screen. My jaw dropped in shock and a solitary tear slid down my cheek as the reporter revealed the truth: Richard and Susan were now an official couple, and to celebrate, Richard had gifted her with a brand new BMW. The stinging salt of betrayal seared my skin as the reporter read out the final words: "Richard Wright announces his divorce from Sarah Williams.”
With annoyance, I switched of the television and threw the remote on the couch instantly, my raw anger and grief spilling out in a burst of frustration. I squeezed the bedspread tight, while my knuckles turned white with rage. “Why?” I whispered to the empty room, my heartache clouding my mind.
I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling while tears began to blur my vision. The dinner remained untouched and my appetite long gone. In the stillness of the night, I let my tears flow, trying to wash away the pain.
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