Five years of unwavering devotion had yielded nothing but heartache. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. If her heart truly belonged to another, I would not be the one to stand in her way.
With newfound resolve, I booked a ticket to Bali – a dream deferred and a promise to myself. I had always wanted to visit, originally planning it as our honeymoon destination. But this time, it was a declaration of independence, a refusal to be defined by a love that was one-sided.
When Sofia learned of my plans, her reaction was swift and furious. "I have no mood for a honeymoon. Lewis is still undergoing chemotherapy and needs care."
Her anger was genuine and once again, Lewis became the shield – a fragile weapon used against me. Despite her protests, the decision to divorce was already made.
My phone rang and it was Sofia calling. "Rowan, what kind of tantrum are you throwing? Lewis is now in a critical phase of his chemotherapy. I don't have time to placate you. My parents trust you and explaining this to them won't cost you anything."