<b>Chapter </b><b>1</b>
The night <b>deepened</b>, curtains shut tight, enveloping the <b>room </b>in a soft, intimate air.
ra Colon was out of breath, her cheeks flushed. She was distracted. The scent of another woman’s perfume on her husband, which he never wore, filled her mind with turmoil
Suddenly, ra’s worry creased her brows
Her husband seemed to notice her distraction and responded with a harsh “correction.” After a while, the man got up and headed to the shower.
Exhausted, ra forced herself out of bed, hearing the sound of water cascading in the bathroom.
The man, Walter Colon, was her husband only in name, had <b>always </b>been indifferent to her feelings, treating her more like an outlet for his desires than a
wife.
After satisfying his <b>needs</b>, he would shower and leave without a word, as if she were nothing more than an object for his sexual gratification.
As ra picked up Walter’s discarded shirt from the floor, aiming to hang it to prevent wrinkles- always cautious around his unpredictable moods–her fingers halted at the sight of a red lipstick mark on the cor. A pang of realization hit her.
She drew the shirt closer, the foreign perfume confirming her suspicions. Slumping back onto the bed, a resigned thought crossed her mind. ‘He is seeing someone else.”
Minutester, the water stopped. Walter emerged from the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist, his wet blonde hair adding to his allure. His cold, elegant aloofness <b>was </b>as unforgettable <b>as </b>it was distancing,
ra looked away, knowing better than to bring up
up the lipstick. After <b>all</b>, she wasn’t really in a position to question him.
Despite usually leaving right after their encounters, tonight, Walter remained. Walter nced at her coldly and pointed to the contraceptive pills on the bedside table. “Take the pill,” he ordered.
Obediently, ra clenched the pill in her hand, swallowing it under his watchful eye.
Walter never trusted her, always insisting on watching her take it. He then presented her with a document, his voice icy. “Sign this. What are your terms?”
ra, puzzled, thought, ‘Sign what? Is he asking for a divorce?‘ Her hand trembled as she epted the divorce papers, the reality stark before her. It wasn’t about staying because Walter cared but because he wanted out.
Herughter was bitter, and she thought, ‘Looks like his mistress is getting impatient to take over.”Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
ra had braced for this moment, yet its arrival still stung<b>. </b>For three years<b>, </b><b>she </b>had been the perfect wife, her warmth constantly rebuffed by his coldness, all for nothing.
With no exnation, just a decree, Walter was ready to sever their ties.
“Why?” ra finally asked, looking up at him as he dressed, seeking <b>some </b>sort of closure.
<b>13:20 </b>Wed, 29 May M