They once told me, “Rosella, I hope you stay faithful to your husband. Love him until your last breath, because that’s what marriage means. You stay with your other half until death do you part.”
But how could I stay when I was already suffocating? I already gave everything. What’s left of me is so little, and if I give even that to Darius, just because I still love him, I might never be able to stand on my own again.
I clicked on the airline ticket application on my phone. I needed to leave the country, so he wouldn't find me. For the past three weeks of staying here with them, I had prepared the separation and divorce papers.
Today, I finally signed them.
It weighed heavily on my chest as I wrote my name, but I gathered all my strength. I would leave tonight. And before I go, I decided to prepare dinner.
I was still cooking when Sasha suddenly entered the kitchen, someone trailing behind her.
“Mom, please come and sit,” she said gently.
I didn’t answer. I continued cooking.
“Luna, can you make some delicious dishes for me and my mom?” I heard Sasha say.
I froze for a second before turning to her. “I’ll ask the maid.”