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Almost Isn T Good Enough Azula

Ex wife Getting her life back is isn’t easy

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.
Osagie_Aromose · 1.8K Views

Almost, Always, Never

I remember whispering those words, my voice swallowed by the wind as I gazed at him from afar—the boy who once promised me forever. “I’ll find you when we grow up. I’ll search the world just to be with you again.” He had said it with such certainty, as if the universe itself had written our fate in the stars. I held onto that promise like a lifeline. But time has a cruel way of unraveling even the strongest of vows. I waited. And waited. And waited. But he never came back. When I finally searched for him, desperate to fill the aching void he left behind, I found him—smiling, holding someone else’s hand, walking beside her like she was his world. I became nothing more than a stranger to him, a forgotten chapter in his story. Yet, in that single moment, my heart shattered as if I had been foolish enough to believe love could defy time. “I searched and found you,” he murmured, standing before me once more, his gaze unreadable. But fate is unkind. I had spent years chasing a shadow, drowning in an ocean of longing, only to reach the shore and realize he had already built a home without me. “I loved you… Goodbye.” I turned away, but he caught my wrist, his grip trembling. “Please,” he pleaded, “this time might be ours.” Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I pulled away. I had spent too long waiting for him to return, only to find that love had never truly been mine to keep. “I still love you,” I whispered to the wind. “And I’m glad that, for a moment, you knew.” That night, I lay in bed, feeling both relieved and empty, my heart a battlefield of memories and unfulfilled dreams. Years passed. I grew older. I lived, I breathed, but I remained alone. And one day, as sleep embraced me like an old friend, I wondered—would my heart ever stop searching for him? Or would someone finally find me and lead me toward a destiny where love no longer meant waiting in vain?
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