When my eyes grew too brittle for tears, I unfurled and sat up on the hospital bed. With trembling hands, I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number he worshiped more than anything, his office line.
After a few rings, the call went through and I didn’t wait for the voice on the other end to speak before I whispered. “I want a divorce, Rhys.”
“Oh my god.” his secretary’s voice gasped and I could hear a few whispers as she probably placed her hand over the mouthpiece. “Sir…your wife…yes…divorce…”
When the voice returned, it was my husband’s and he said. “As you wish.”
Athena’s P.O.V
One month later.
“Why did you move back into his family home, Athena!” My best friend yelled over the phone and I pulled it away from my ears to stop her from bursting my eardrums. “You know those people don’t fucking like you.”
“The doctor says I need to be around people…to..to help me forget.” The last word ended in a choked whisper that had my best friend sighing. If I closed my eyes, I could pretend Isabel was next to me, rubbing my shoulders as we talked about everything and nothing.