The Affair
I'M SORRY.
I know I'm lucky to have you.
I know I'm asking too much.
And that I'm causing you trouble you don't deserve.
But I'm just so, so sorry.
I can no longer stay in this marriage.
I want a divorce.
Summerine was up all night perfecting her message.
Because this time, she was no longer in denial.
She had accepted that she was a coward.
And sono,it was not possible at all for her to say these things to her husband's face.
Shewasa coward, and that was why she waited until she was safely within the walls of her university before hittingSendon her message.
Oh, bleep.
Every second that passed was like waiting for a ticking bomb to explode. Her heart felt as if it was about to burst from her chest, but minutes turned into hours, and it was already time for lunch, but she had yet to hear anything from her husband.
Why isn't he texting back?
Her message was already labeledRead.
Could he have accidentally opened her message without actually reading it?
Or did he simply not care?
Summerine decided to skip lunch and spend her hour-long break in the storage shed at the back of the university.
The place was something she had accidentally discovered some months ago, and she had come to think of it as her private little retreat when she needed time to think without anyone knowing where she was.
The shed had been dusty during her first visit, but after hours of cleaning and Summerine sneaking in furniture she had bought online every now and then, the place now possessed a rather cozy atmosphere with a thick rug laid over the floor, a bean bag, and a dozen throw pillows.
Summerine kept refreshing her inbox, but nothing came up. Exhaustion seeped into her bones, and her eyes began to droop.
She wasn't quite sure what woke her up later on. All she knew was that it started with this uneasy feeling of being stared at. And as the cobwebs of sleep gradually cleared, and she remembered that she wasstillin the storage shed, and—-
