I’m just an ordinary, plain woman.
And somehow, I ended up marrying the city’s biggest heartbreaker.
A year into our marriage, everything changed.
He started coming home later and later. Whenever he looked at me, his eyes held nothing but impatience–like I was a burden he couldn’t wait to shake off.
One night, I overheard him talking to his friends, his voice dripping with scorn. “Why would I ever settle down for someone so plain? What makes her think she could ever tie me down?“%
A wave of relief washed over me. Finally. I had a real reason to ask for a divorce.!!
That’s the thing about people like me–we always think of others first. Even when it makes things harder for ourselves.
It was past midnight when Dean came stumbling home. Two months gone, he never said a word, and he’d even missed our wedding anniversary.&
I was half–asleep when he rolled me over in bed. Before my face was buried in the pillow, I caught a strong whiff of perfume–loud, bold, unmistakable. Just like Dean%
Except this was women’s perfume.2
I struggled to turn my head. There he was: flawless, ridiculously handsome, not a single blemish on that face. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed, abs hard and defined, muscles tense under his skin.%
His eyes were dark with hunger, ready to devour me.2
No wonder he kept topping those Most Eligible Bachelor lists for five years straight.2
Dean paused when he saw my face, the heat in his eyes dimming a bit. He hesitated for a second, but didn’t stop.2
Everywhere he touched me felt raw, like I was trapped in a spotlight. Goosebumps raced across my skin.2
All I wanted was to escape.%
“Baby” I called out, my voice soft and sticky with fake sweetness. “You’re home so early tonight. I missed you so much I couldn’t even eat dinner.”“>
That did the trick, Whatever interest he had fizzled out in an instant.Z
He rolled away, grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand, and muttered, “Are you a kid? Can’t eat unless I’m here?“?
1 exhaled quietly, relieved that even such a ridiculous excuse worked.?
Dean had been with more women than I could count, so he should’ve seen right through me. But I’d spent years playing the lovesick wife.
It’s three years chasing him, watching girlfriends come and go, and I never once thought to give up.
Dean once said I was the most stubborn admirer he’d ever met.%
I drifted back to sleep.
Out on the balcony, I heard Dean’s voice through the cracked door as he called someone.
“Dean, you’ve been MIA for ages. Staying loyal to your wife now?” a friend teased.
Dean snorted. “For her? She’s nothing special. Why would I bother?“%
“Honestly, the first time, I almost couldn’t even kiss her.“2
The guy on the other end burst out laughing &
Dean grumbled, “Shut up, it’s the middle of the night. Keep your voice down.”
I was almost asleep again when Dean came back inside. He set a small box on my pillow.
Fighting off sleep, I spared a glance.
A set of diamond earrings lay there, sparkling and pretty
If I hadn’t seen the matching necklace–ten times the price–I might’ve thought the earrings were a real gift. I wouldn’t have known they were just a freebie that came with the necklace %
I didn’t feel angry though. If anything, there was a weird sense of anticipation brewing inside me.
It’s been a year!
After we got married, Dean pretended to settle down
But now, he was finally reaching his limit.
And honestly? So was 18
