If it were any other woman, she’d probably throw a fit—cry, scream and threaten to do something drastic. But not me. Growing up in an orphanage, I’d matured far earlier than other people my age. If I were to leave Tom, it wouldn’t be because I wasn’t good enough for him. It’d be the other way around. He wasn’t good enough for me.
My heart has always been strong and if it weren’t for that, I would have crumbled long ago under the weight of the gossip and whispers I endured while working at the fish market. I loved Tom, but my love was only ever true if it was met with the same sincerity and loyalty in return. Now that he had betrayed me and I had lost my child because of his actions, the love I once had for him had faded, no longer holding the intensity it once did.
When I asked for a divorce in that hospital room, Tom froze. I saw the panic flash across his face, his eyes wide with fear.
He quickly said, “Why are you suddenly asking for divorce?”
“No, it’s okay. I’m sure you are just confused. Are you feeling sick? I’ll go get the doctor.”
I shook my head, speaking quietly, “I’m fine, Tom. And I know what I’m asking.”
“Lori’s right. We’re not right for each other,” I went on.