Just then there was a loud resounding smack.
Matthew had slapped her.
“Shut up! Get lost!”
“Leave now! Don’t make me hit you too!” Patrick shouted.
Megan knew their temperaments well enough to not push her luck.
She shot us a venomous glance and walked away.
Once she was gone, Sarah and I urged them to finalize the divorce. We were eager to extract ourselves from our unbearable
marriage and start anew.
When we reached the entrance of the courthouse, Matthew suddenly hesitated. He clutched my sleeve as he pleaded once more.
“Please give me another chance, Cat. Megan is out of the picture now. Just one more chance, okay?”
Desperate, Patrick dropped to his knees in front of Sarah.
“I was so wrong, Sarah. You know how proud I can be yet I’m on my knees now, begging you not to go through with this divorce.”
Sarah pressed her lips together, and after a long pause, she replied, “That’s enough. I can’t be with you anymore, not since we lost our child. I can’t ever be a mother now, all those dreams are completely gone–thanks to you.”
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Chapter 7
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We can still be together, Sarah. We can adopt a child–boy or girl, it doesn’t matter. How does that sound?”
She turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge him.
Matthew continued to plead for my forgiveness.
“I loved you once,” I replied, my tone measured and deliberate.
“But that was in the past. I don’t want any connection with you anymore. Let’s part with some dignity, shall we? No more relentless pursuit. We’re simply not meant to be.”
His eyes suddenly darkened, losing all glimmers of hope.
Matthew and Patrick exchanged glances filled with regret and bitterness before they followed us into the courthouse.
The divorce proceedings moved swiftly.
When we emerged, we wore a look of stoic contemplation–we were finally separated.
Yet, I noticed that the sunlight gleamed brightly, and it felt like a new beginning for all of us.
Matthew suggested that we have a meal together, but Sarah and I both declined.
With the divorce finalized, there was no need for that. From now on, we would respect each other’s space as we lived as strangers.
The day after our divorce, Sarah and I went to purchase a small burial plot for our children.
We spent the entire day there, sharing our grief and memories, and finally embracing in tears.
“I’m so sorry we couldn’t show you this vibrant world, baby…” I whispered. “Maybe someday, okay?”
A gentle breeze brushed past us, as if responding to our sorrow–a tender whisper from our deceased children.
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