We walked to my car without saying anything. I was expecting her to say something. I was far too nervous to say anything. We both sat inside. She finally turned to face me. “What now?”
That's a good question.
My response would enrage her.
“Whatever you want,” I simply replied.
“Your family will not accept adoption or me carrying a donor baby,” she clarified.
I refuse to accept having another baby named after me who is not biologically mine. Even though I am not interested in children. It's still a firm no.
“There is only one way out.” Anna locked her gaze on mine. “I want a divorce.”
What?!
“What the hell Anna!?”
“Please don't act as if you hadn't considered it.”
“Certainly not!”
I had. Several times.
I absolutely love her, but I enjoy fucking her even more when she is cheerful. I loved her carefree spirit, but it had disappeared entirely.
“It's over, John. Three years ago, our marriage ended.”
Our marriage ended three years ago, when she decided to become pregnant.
I averted my gaze. “It's not going to happen.”
“I know your family will make it difficult, but I've been in enough pain to deal with them; I'm returning to London, and my attorney will respond to yours in the next couple of months until this is resolved.”
I should say no. But I honestly don't want to.
“Are you willing to throw our love and marriage away like that?”
As if I hadn't thrown it two years ago when I started fucking that delicious hooker. She resembled a curved version of Anna, and her body kept me sane throughout Anna's crazy baby journey.
Anna sighed as she looked at me again. “Please make this divorce as simple as possible; I can't stay here any longer.”
“I love you.”
I truly loved her.
She is right. It's time to move on.
“I love you too,” she finally said, smiling.
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