March 2014
Two days had passed after that incident and the cold war seems to be unwavering.
On the second cold night, I decided to tell him myself of what that man he mentioned and I had when we were back then lovers more than four years ago. I waited but he is still not home until I received a strange text message from him telling me to come over a place. I did. But what I saw is way unexpected.
I saw him at the door of an apartment about to go out, with his two upper and lower buttons open, suit off, crumpled white long sleeves with a crying woman, "the woman", hugging his back tightly. While I, is in front of him, looking at him, looking at the whole image of him like that... embraced by the woman--the sole reason he cannot love me back.
My tears suddenly flow uncontrollably. He was shocked. I tried to utter a word but I can't find the right words to say. I ran and ran and ran...
...until I heard a screech, a bump, a slump and felt something warm and then everything blacked out.
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The Wife's Diary
Short StoryThat day when I looked into his eyes I wanted to cry while donning the ring and uttering the same vow. I was happy, very happy, joyful in fact that I wasn't able to hold back the tears any longer. But with those tears of joy there was the bitter-swe...
