The Night Before Our Divorce, My Husband Crawled Into Bed and Said, “One Last Time”, Then Everything Changed

My husband agreed to my proposal, and we decided to clean our room and share our belongings so that we could leave at any time. They were all precious memories, but they were all things I wanted to keep hidden for a while.

My husband has always been the type of person who uses things he’s had for years, but today he hadn’t hesitated to throw them away. His grace overwhelmed me even more.

“Take anything you want. It’s all my fault so this is my atonement.”

He said.

When the room was clean and tidy and we only had each other’s belongings, my husband’s eyes seemed to be left with tears as he said this. Did he feel sad as he cleaned up the mess?

That was very clear to me because I felt the same way. You still have time to think about it, don’t you?

“Let’s clean up one step at a time.”

I decided to take a break for the rest of the day after cleaning up the entire mess. I took a bath to clear my mind.

I should be able to get compensation from my unfaithful husband, but it was clear that our relationship had already ended. Besides, I don’t want to taint my memories of my husband any further.

As I was getting ready for bed after the bath, my husband entered the bedroom. He climbed into bed and gently drew me into his arms.

“Hey, this is weird and I feel bad for your girlfriend.”

I said.

“Just one more time, I want to be by your side.”

My husband said quietly.

I stiffened slightly. He was trembling as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Are you crying?”

I asked him.

But he didn’t respond. I noticed that his body was lighter and more bony as I stroked his back.

“Are you sure you’re well? You appear to have shed some pounds.”

When I said this to him, his body stopped shaking.

“I’ve been cutting weight.”

He said, pulling his body away from mine and taking a deep breath.

“Okay is there anything else I should know? Are you sure you’re okay?”

It had been a long time since I had touched my husband’s body, and I was surprised to see how different it looked from before. My husband’s physique was always stocky and muscular; even when he was busy, he enjoyed working out.

But he told me:

“She likes me like this.”

I was sad once more. He’s doing it for her.

Why doesn’t he just forget about me if he enjoys being with her so much that he loses weight? I see, then there’s no need to cry because it’s the last day, or is it tears of joy to keep my sadness at bay?

“I see then there’s no need to cry because it’s the last day, or is it tears of joy to keep my sadness at bay?”

I said something sarcastic that I didn’t need to say.

“You’re still the same. I like that part of you too. I wish you a happy life from tomorrow. I’ll be praying for you wherever you are.”

My husband said lightly.

The Empty House

After saying that, my husband began to snore. He was a man who moved at his own pace until the end.

“I hope so as well.”

I fell asleep after murmuring to his sleeping face.

I overslept the next day because I had stayed up late cleaning up the room the day before. My husband was no longer in bed when I awoke.

When I entered the living room, I noticed an A4-size envelope on the table. When I opened it, I discovered a bank book and a slew of documents inside.

When I removed everything, I discovered that it was related to a marital property. There was also an unusually large sum of money in the bank book in my name.

I discovered the divorce papers in a small envelope. My husband’s section had already been filled, so all that remained was for me to complete and submit mine.

In a panic, I dialed my husband’s cell phone, but it was disconnected because it appeared to have been canceled. I spent several days asking about my husband’s whereabouts with his parents and friends, but none of them would tell me.

I had no choice but to contact his company where I discovered that my husband, that workaholic, had resigned a few months before. It would have made sense if he made a new girlfriend and left, but why go to such lengths?

Why didn’t anyone tell me anything? I’ve grown suspicious of people and there appears to be no way to contact my husband.

The mental fatigue that had been building up since before the divorce nearly crushed me. My husband had gone to the trouble of arranging compensation for me, and now that I was free, I decided to spend some time in a place I really enjoyed.