Ex Husband Were Divorced

Ciara

I looked around the men’s boutique shop, my eyes scanning for the perfect gift for my husband; Ryan as it was our 1st anniversary.

Picking up the brown tie that caught my eye, a smile spread across my face. The shop attendant could see that I was pleased.

“I guess this is the one you are going with?” she questioned; pleased on her part that she’d finally satisfied me.

“Yes, please”

“Then, let me wrap it up for you?”

I handed the tie over to her, “Thank you”

Whilst the attendant wrapped my gift for Ryan, I couldn’t help but remember how we’d first met. It was in a hospital; the same day I’d lost my parents in a car accident.

Ryan happened to have also been involved in a car accident. One thing led to another, I began curious to know the cause of his accidents I’d started working in his house as his caregiver before I knew what was happening next, I was signing a form for a contract marriage with him.

It seemed like a good idea because Ryan seemed like a good guy to me at that time and truthfully, I have never regretted being married to him.

Ryan treats me with respect, way more than I deserved even though our marriage was by name only so this tie I was getting him for our first anniversary didn’t even come close for all he’s done for me.

“Here you go” The shop attendant said handing me a disposable bag.

Taking the bag from her hand; I say with a smile, “Thank you”

As I leave the boutique, I send a quick text to Ryan; “I’ll be at the coffee shop shortly” it read.

“Take your time” came his reply but I was giddy as I couldn’t contain my happiness.

Climbing into my car, I gently placed the disposable bag at the back of the car seat before taking off.

While humming to my favourite song over the radio, I wondered if today would be a good day to make my feelings known to Ryan.

“You can’t be married for over a year without any feelings involved” I muttered under my breath but was still highly conflicted, “But what if my confession drives him away? That’s the last thing I want to happen right now”

I shake my head, dissing the thought. “Let’s hold back for one more day. You are married to him, Ciara. You can always tell him about your feelings tomorrow”

As the coffee shop we were supposed to meet up in; CARLA’S M came to sight, I shook off the last surge of tension that coursed through my veins as I packed my car in the parking lot before lighting down with the disposable bag in my hands.

Pushing the front door of the coffee shop open, I walked in; my eyes searching frantically for Ryan when suddenly my gaze landed on him.

He was looking at his phone with a worried expression written all over his face. He was claded in a brown suit, his brown hair was neatly styled to the back.

I gawked so hard at this fantasy man in front of me and didn’t snap out of it until my phone rang.

Ryan’s eyes met mine and immediately, he rushed up to meet me, “Why didn’t you let me know you were here already? I was worried sick”