I stared at Nicholas with unstoppable tears, even though he grip was so tight on my shoulder. I didn’t understand why he was acting like this, as if our marriage was so precious to him when in every step, I always felt insignificant in his life.
I tried to calm myself down, but my anger was getting higher. I wanted to ask him why he did this, why he kept forcing me to stay with him even though I was already unhappy.
However, the words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat I was afraid of Nicholas‘ anger, afraid that my words would only make things worse. I tried to take a deep breath trying to understand this situation with a cool head.
But the feeling of injustice continued to surge in my heart. never asked to be involved in this marriage, I never asked to marry Nicholas. I was just an ordinary woman who wanted to live happily, without having to be trapped in a relationship full of lies.
I wanted to break free from Nicholas‘ grip, but I was also afraid of the consequences. I knew that if I decided to leave, there was no stopping him from getting angry. I felt trapped in a labyrinth of emotions that would never
end.
As
my tears grew, I knew that I had to decide what was best for me. I had to be brave enough to face the fact that life is too precious to be wasted on falsehood and unhappiness. I had to be brave enough to move on, even though I didn’t know what would happen next. I had to be brave enough to find my own happiness, without depending on others. I had to be brave enough to be myself, even if it meant facing all the possibilities that would come.
With trembling steps, I freed myself from Nicholas‘ grip. I wiped my tears away and looked at him sharply. “I’m not happy in this marriage anymore, Nicholas. I have to be brave enough to find my own happiness,” I said firmly. Nicholas fell silent, probably not expecting me to be brave enough to say this. However, I knew that this was the step I had to take. I had to be brave enough to pursue my happiness, even if it meant breaking free from unhealthy attachments. I had to be brave enough to be the whole Sabrina, without being trapped in falsehood and unhappiness. Happiness is my right, and I must dare to pursue it.
“Nicholas, I want to understand… Why? Why don’t you want a divorce?” I asked in a trembling voice. “You never really loved me, did you? It was always Hazel in your mind, Hazel who was the center of your attention.” I took a deep breath, my chest felt so tight, like there was a heavy weight pressing down.
His eyes continued to stare at me sharply, but there was no answer. I continued, unable to hold back all the feelings that were rumbling in my chest, “You never cared about me, Nicholas. I was just a shadow in this house, a wife you didn’t want. Every day I tried to care for and love Charlie with all my heart, treating him like my own son, but now he is starting to distance himself from me. He prefers Hazel, who you clearly love more, Nicholas.”
My body felt weak, and I tried to stand up straight in front of him. The pain was getting unbearable, and I felt like I was suffocating.
“Nicholas, my life in this marriage… feels empty. There’s nothing I can achieve, nothing I can fight for. You don’t love me, Charlie is distant from me, and Hazel… she’s there for all the emptiness I feel. I don’t even know what I mean to you anymore.” My words hung in the air as I tried to find an answer in his still–cold, unmoving face.
Finally, Nicholas opened his mouth, but his voice was as flat and cold as before. “This marriage isn’t just about your feelings, Sabrina. You’re my wife, and I’m not going to let you go that easily.”
I laughed bitterly, even as my tears continued to flow. “This marriage isn’t about my feelings?” I said with a bitter smile. “Then tell me, Nicholas, what is this marriage about? About status? About maintaining your family’s appearance? About not wanting to be separated because it would look bad in the eyes of others?”
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Nicholas stared at me for a moment, and I saw something his eyes–maybe doubt, or maybe just confusion. But it passed so quickly that I wasn’t sure if I really saw it or just Imagined it.
‘Because you’re my wife,” he said again, but this time mot gently. But that gentleness hurt me even more.
I shook my head slowly, my heart felt crushed. “Wife? Is that all I mean to you? Just a title? Nicholas, I am human, I have feelings, I have a heart. Every day I try to fill this role to be a good wife, to be a reliable mother. But there was never a place for me in your heart, was there?”
My hands trembled, and I clenched the fabric of my own dress, trying to hold back the feeling of despair that was increasingly taking over. “Nicholas, let me go… Let me find peace outside of the bonds you never wanted. Isn’t that fair? You can be with Hazel, and I can learn to find myself again… without having to drown in the shadows you created.”
However, Nicholas remained silent, just staring at me deeply. As if none of my words had shaken his heart.
I felt a painful silence spread between us. I knew at that moment, the answer was clear. He didn’t want me to go, not because of love, nor because of fear of losing me. Nicholas just wanted to maintain control. And to me, it was all like a suffocating snare, torturing me in the silence of an empty marriage.
I stared at him sharply, looking at his cold face as if hoping for a little feeling. “This marriage never had room for my heart. You only saw me as a title, not someone you could love.”
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the pain. “But I won’t give up, Nicholas. I want to be free from a marriage that only tortures me.” I stared into his eyes, even though I knew it was useless. I reached into my pocket and pulled out another copy of the divorce papers I had signed.
Nicholas stared at it angrily. He took it from me and, without thinking, tore it, page by page until the paper was no longer in shape. 1
I was silent, but not afraid. “Tear the letter, Nicholas. But tomorrow you will find it again on your desk.”
Nicholas hissed, “Sabrina, stop this.”
