CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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I wake up early, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. Today is a new day, a fresh start. I throw off the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet dangling in the air. I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of my responsibilities settle onto my shoulders.
I stand up and begin to get ready for the day, my movements swift and efficient. I slip on my heels and smooth out my long formal dress, making sure every wrinkle is ironed out. I brush my short hair , feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.
Next, I turn my attention to the kids, making sure they're up and getting ready for school. I help them with their breakfast, making sure they eat something nutritious before heading out the door. My mother is also getting ready for work, so I make her a cup of coffee and some toast, making sure she has everything she needs before she leaves.
As I work, I feel a sense of purpose and fulfillment. This is what I was meant to do - take care of my family and make sure they're happy and healthy. I may not have the perfect marriage, but I have my children and my mother, and that's all that matters.
As soon as they finish they walk out leaving me alone. I'm wiping down the kitchen counter, lost in thought, when I hear a knock at the door. I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. Who could that be? I'm not expecting anyone. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I should answer it. But something compels me to move towards the door.
I open it, and my eyes widen in shock. Kuda is standing there, looking miserable. His eyes are red, his face molded. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.
My mind races as I try to process what I'm seeing. What is he doing here? I thought we were done, finished. I'm about to file for divorce, and yet, here he is, standing on my doorstep.
Me : Kuda....What are you doing here?
He looks at me, his eyes pleading.
Kuda : Please. We need to talk.
I'm taken aback by the desperation in his voice. A part of me wants to slam the door shut, tell him to leave me alone. But another part of me, a small, curious part, wants to know what he has to say.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, I step aside and let him in. We stand in the living room, awkwardly facing each other.
Me : kuda , what are you doing here? ( I repeat.) I thought we were done.
Kuda : We are ...l mean, I know I messed up. I was a terrible husband and father. But I can't lose you. I can't lose our family.
I'm taken aback by his words. I didn't expect him to say that.
Me : lt's too late . I've made up my mind. I'm filing for divorce.
He nods, looking defeated.
Kuda : I don't blame you. But please, just hear me out. I want to make things right. I want to be a better husband and father. I want to prove it to you.
I'm skeptical, but a small part of me wants to believe him. Wants to think that he can change.
Me : Okay, I'll listen. But just for a minute.
Kuda : Thank you .
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As I look at her, I can't help but notice the changes in her. She's gaining weight, and it suits her perfectly. Her face is fuller, her cheeks chubbier. She looks more beautiful than I've ever seen her. But it's not just her physical appearance that's changed. There's a spark in her eyes that I haven't seen in a long time. A spark of happiness, of peace.
I realize, with a start, that she's healing. She's moving on from the pain I caused her. And maybe, just maybe, that means she'll forgive me. Maybe she'll give me another chance.
I feel a glimmer of hope, and I know I have to hold onto it. I have to make this right. I have to prove to her that I'm committed to changing, to being a better husband and father.
As I look at her, I see the woman I fell in love with all those years ago. The woman I hurt so deeply. But I also see a strength in her that I've never seen before. A strength that tells me she's not going to take me back easily. That she's going to make me work for it.
And I'm willing to do just that. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win her back, to prove my love for her. Because in this moment, I know that I can't lose her. I can't live without her.
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