You sat at the dining table, a solemn look on your face. The house was empty, and all the staff members had gone home. Neverland was completely quiet, and you were all alone - waiting for your husband, Michael. A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced at your wrist watch.
It was two in the morning, and Michael had promised that he would be home two hours ago. However, his failure to keep his promises wasn't news to you. Michael was a player, and despite the fact that the two of you had been married for five years - he had had many affairs.
And you knew of them all, but because you loved Michael so much - you just couldn't bring yourself to leave him. Everyone around you knew just how toxic your relationship was, and just how much you adored the man.
Michael and yourself argued constantly. There was never a day that went by without the two of you yelling at each other. Sometimes, you would cut your wrists because of how lonely and frustrated you felt.
It was horrible. Self harm wasn't news to you either - you had been cutting yourself ever since you were a teenager.
You hated yourself for loving Michael so much, and you prayed every day that one day - God would give you the strength to walk away from the man you loved.
But the icing on the cake was none of the aforementioned. No, it was the fact that you were three months pregnant. You were about to have a baby, and the thought scared you.
Michael knew, but he didn't seem to care. These days, it seemed like he didn't even love you anymore. The thought made your eyes tear up.
Suddenly, you heard the front door open - making you wipe your face with the back of your hand before standing up. You turned around and saw Michael walking in. When he saw you, his eyes widened slightly, but apart from that - he didn't seem concerned.
"You're home," you smiled a little. "How was work,"
"It was okay," he shrugged.
"Do you want....a cup of tea or something?" you offered.
"No," he shook his head. "Thanks,"
Silence took over for a moment before you cleared your throat.
"Michael," you mustered the courage to speak. "Can we talk?"
Michael stared at you, studying your features. After a moment, he nodded - walking over to you. The two of you sat down at the dining table - facing each other.
"What do you want to talk about?" he frowned a little.
You inhaled deeply, fiddling with your wedding ring.
"Us," you blinked back the tears. "What are we? Michael...this is just...not right,"
"What are you talking about?"
"The affairs. The tension between us," you sighed, making Michael look away. "I don't even know if you love me anymore," you laughed a little, making Michael look back at you. "Do you love me?" you looked into his eyes. "Because I love you more than I love life itself....but if you just tell me the truth...I can decide what to do next,"
"What will you do?" he raised an eyebrow slightly.
"If you love me...I'll stay..." you trailed off. "And if you don't...I'll leave,"
Michael's eyes widened as he stared at you. Your hands were cold, and your palms were sweaty.
After several minutes of silence, Michael cleared his throat.
"I think you should leave then,"
"What?" you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "Say the words, Michael," you sniffled.
"I don't love you," he stood up and looked away, walking out of the kitchen. "So you're free to leave,"
"What about our baby?" you questioned, standing up as well.
Michael said nothing, making his way up the staircase, leaving you with a broken heart.
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