Chapter 2

Emily POV

I sat in front of the house waiting for that bastard to leave for work.

I spent the evening in a hotel room, planning my next move. I even contacted a divorce lawyer already. I realized that I need to get all my stuff out of the house before he returns in the evening.

I did not want to see him at all, so I contacted a moving company to come and help me. I already rented a storage unit for all of my stuff until I get back.

I watch as Damian pulled out of the driveway. Moments later the moving company came and I made my way over. Right now I feel petty and want to take his precious BMW from him. I bought him that car the bastard.

I walked into the house as they pulled out boxes from the truck. I took out the stickers that I brought with me. I start labelling all the stuff that should be packed.

Most of the stuff in this house is mine. My brother and I decided to split all my parent's furniture when they died. Well, most of the stuff in this house I bought with my own money. I was the major breadwinner in this family.

I spent the rest of the day helping pack up my things. I wanted it to be done before Damian came back from work.

I knew he didn't come back home for lunch, so I had until five to pack everything up.

I looked at the clock after the last box was placed into the truck. It was already three.

I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a letter to Damian.

Dear Damian.

I am placing my key in the plant where we placed our spare key. I already took everything that I came into this relationship with. You can keep the stuff that we bought while we were married. I do not want anything that reminds me of you.

Please do not contact me. You can contact my lawyer from now on. Her name is Grace Taylor. She will send you the divorce papers to your email.

Regards

Emily.

I walked back to my dream house and locked it for the last time.

I placed my key in the potted plant on the porch and walked over to my car. I feel the tears running down my face once again. I cannot believe that this part of my life is forever over. I worked so hard and now I have to leave it all behind.

I went along and unpacked the boxes in the storage unit. This didn't take as long as I thought it would. I guess packing all the stuff up is what took up the most time.

By six I was back at the hotel waiting for the clock to run out so I could get on the plane. Luckily I already put in for some leave at work. I need to contact a rental agency. Once I returned from my holiday I want to look at houses immediately and move in.

I got out of the shower when my phone rang. I see that it is my brother and picked up the call immediately.

"Emily where the hell are you and can you tell me why your husband has been calling since last night?" I cannot decipher if it is anger or worry in his voice. I think it is a bit of both.

"Hello brother. How are you? I am wonderful thank you so much for asking." I answer, annoyance laced in my voice. James took on the role of my parent after our parents died. I think sometimes he forgets that I am all grown up.

"Emily this is no time for your sarcasm. I need to know what happened."

"Where do I start, dear brother? I came back early yesterday. I told you. I was on my way to make Damian's favourite meal and surprise him with the vacation. When I got to the house, I found your best friend in bed with my best friend. I left, and I got myself a hotel room." There was silence for a few moments when my brother started cursing.

The last thing I heard was, "I am going to kill that....". My brother has never sounded so angry before in my life. I guess my brother will sort him out for me.

I think what is bothering him the most is that he was the one that brought Damian into my life. Damian has been my brother's best friend since they started high school.

I had a crush on Damian since I met him all those years ago. He was in grade eight while I was in grade six It was only when I was in grade ten and he was in matric that he started reciprocating my feelings. We started dating and our love for each other grew over time.

We got married once both our careers were stable and a year later we bought our first home together.

Next week will be our seventh anniversary. I thought our lives were perfect. The only thing that has bothered me is that we have been married for seven years and we were struggling to have children.

I wanted to go to the doctor, but Damian always stopped me. He said that it didn't matter, that he was happy.

I still cannot comprehend where anything went wrong. I have replayed our whole relationship in my mind and still don't know.

Didn't I give him enough love and affection? Was I a bad wife? I kept tossing and turning in the hope that the answer will come to me.

I didn't get a wink of sleep last night and seeing as things are going now, I will also not get sleep tonight.