Divorce: The Only Way Out

red, unbreakable bond in her world of academic integrity and honor. Divorcing me would be a personal failure, a betray

my work files. I couldn't just abandon my company because my personal life was a tr

as no answer. I figured she had gone to her study. I wa

d the door o

ilk bathrobe, the one Olivia had given me for our second anniversary. A cup of c

This was my home. My bedroom. My bathrobe. The violati

sband returns," he said, taking a slow sip of coffee. "Olivia was so worried. It's not good

ult, designed to put me in my p

be," I said, my v

delayed at the airport, and Olivia was kind enough to offer me something comfortable to

lling my clothes off the hangers and throwing them inside, my movements jerky and rough. I wa

d from behind me. "That seems to be your go

ce him. "What I do is none of your business. Th

rwise. She's been so gracious, offering me a place to stay while

Olivia's voice called out, "Marcus? I got your f

ed short, seeing us both there. The b

oncern. He sighed dramatically. "Olivia, I'm so sorry. I tried to calm him down, but he's

face. Her own expression hardened with disappointment. "

placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Are you

, my humiliation, and comforting the man who was actively destroyi

nk this is childish? I come home to find this man in my bed

nger at Marcus. "He does

ted, her voice sharp. "He needed a place to stay, and I offered.

is! This isn't a marriage! It's a guardianship! You've never once treated me like a husband,

final, violent tug. "Well, I'

ood there, her face a mixture of anger and confusion. She still

softer now, pleading. "Where will you go? Just sta

at my righteous anger was just a fle

, but at Marcus. He was still standing there, watchi

pt. "It'll probably fit you better anyway. You seem to be an expert a

idn't look back. As the door clicked shut behind me, I heard Olivia call my name