UAAP One Shot Stories

Fixed Marriage

A/N: Just another JiBea one shot. I miss them both. Warning: Story has smut.

Julia Morado & Bea De Leon

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"I want a divorce."

These words snapped me out of my thoughts, slowing me down from cooking. I pretended as if I didn't hear anything and closed my eyes to suppress my tears. I knew but dreaded this to happen in my marriage. It is more difficult to process when you have a kid who doesn't know that his parents are in a "loveless" fixed marriage.

"Did you hear me? I want a divorce, Jia." She said and made it clearer. I slowly nodded while focusing on my cooking. I hear Bea stomp her way to the living room. "Our parents were the ones who wanted us to be together anyway."

"I know." I sadly acknowledged in a low tone, not minding if she heard or felt the crack in my voice. "We married for our parents' sake."

"We have to tell Jason first before discussing the terms of co-parenting." I heard her say casually, unashamed of showing how she hated this marriage.

The thought of seeing our son grow in a broken family added to the injury. I don't even know how he'll receive it once he is informed of our divorce. Two years old pa lang siya at wala pa gaanong muwang sa mundong ginagalawan tapos ganito pa naging magulang niya. He thinks we are a perfect family because we never showed who we really are when he's awake.

"Matagal pa ba 'yan? Gutom na ako. Aalis pa ako."

"Aalis ka? Gabi na. May meeting pa kayo nina Papu bukas sa opisina."

I lowly protested, hindi dahil sa mga aasikasuhin ni Bea bukas ng umaga kundi dahil gusto ko siyang manatili dito ngayong gabi. Palagi na lang umaalis ang asawa ko tuwing gabi, namamalagi lang siya dito pag kailangan niya ako. Pag gusto niya akong kasiping.

Matagal ko nang alam na may babae si Bea. Hindi lang isa, marami pero hindi niya nakakalimutan ang obligasyon niya kay Jason. Mahal na mahal niya ang anak namin. I remember she thanked me once for giving her a son, because she would have left me a long time ago if I hadn't.

"Huwag mo na intindihin ang meeting kay Papu, kaya ko 'yan."

Lumipas ang ilang minuto at inilatag ko na ang pagkain naming dalawa sa mesa. Hindi na kasali si Jason dahil napakain ko na ito ng hapunan bago umuwi si Bea galing trabaho. I didn't join my son because I want to have dinner with my wife. But looking at her now, maybe I should have ate with my son instead.

Martyr.

Mahal na mahal ko ang asawa ko kahit ganito ang trato niya sa akin. Ayun nga lang, nagkamali ako sa akalang mapapamahal siya sa akin. 4 years na kaming nagsasama pero isa pa rin akong estranghera sa paningin niya.

Tinataboy. Parausan. Sinasaktan.

"San ka ba pupunta?"

Bea munched on her meal and stared blankly into my eyes, "I don't have to tell you where I'm going."

"But I'm your wife, you could atleast tell me so I won't need to worry." I said with emphasis.

"Yeah, you're just my wife." She nodded and ate more.

"R-Right." I stuttered and swallowed my lump.

We ate in silence and later she got up first and brushed her teeth then washed her dishes. I followed suit and watch her grab the car keys and her wallet from the dining table. She went straight to the door without turning her head at tuluyang umalis ng hindi ako kinikibuan.

I quietly sobbed while walking back to our room.

I woke up and felt a touch on my body which triggered me to flinch and turn myself to my side. I gasped at Bea pinning my arms and I looked closely and saw that she is drunk with her hair disheveled. I lowered my gaze while trying to stop her and the polo she wore is half-opened. That alone weakened me and I slowly felt her weight on my body.