Flash Divorce: Veiled Love

rning, coming from my husband, Leo Smith, the very husband I had j

s go and ge

g married is supposed to be the most

f the night on our wedding night, perhaps I would sti

l. After getting our divorce certificates, w

his day for a long time,"

es, I've been waiting for

n. In tacit agreement, neither of us looked back at the other as we sl

lively, with many relatives we had

monies, I made an excuse that I had a headach

y a sliver of light seeping thro

strip of light by the door, while the sounds of toasting and lively conversatio

focused, brimmi

iend for seven years; we

, talented and handsome. Over the years, he was neve

open, leaving a small g

me face, I found myself momentarily captivated. He was gentle and t

t we never shared the same room. He never

asked me if it was tim

but realized it

en together fo

y, feeling happ

didn't say a

booked a flight for the following mornin

d me earlier, I took leave f

of parents. They agreed it was time for us

hasty-no romantic propo

d him, and marrying h

to sleep, imagining the scenes of the wedding da

w house, and then both sets of parents came to take them to the church to worship, and then the wedding ceremony was held. Moreover, a new bridal chamber

didn't give it much thought. Just when I was a

tly and asked,

o do, so I remained silent, curi

and closed the door. Instincti

the sounds from the next room. I heard his hurried f