When His Dream Girl Returned, He Walked Away
James Sullivan’s long–lost love had returned after six years, bringing their five–year–old son with her. He said he wanted to give the child a complete family and begged me to let them be together.
“Let’s get a divorce. She’s pregnant,” he finally said after a long hesitation.
My fingers whitened as I gripped my cup, and I quickly asked, “Did you cheat on me?”
James looked stunned for a moment before replying, “No… no, I only met her a few days ago. We were once deeply in love, but our families didn’t approve. When she left me six years ago, I had no idea she was pregnant.”
The cup slipped from my hand, crashing to the floor. Water seeped into the carpet, darkening a small area.
In my daze, I heard James say, “The child… he’s five years old now.”
It took me a while to find my voice again. I started planning the divorce: “This situation is your doing. As for your mother-” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “You’ll need to explain things to your mother. My parents might give you a hard time too, but I can’t stop them. Be prepared for that.”
“We don’t have much in terms of shared assets. We own two properties together. This one will be mine, and the one in City A, closer to your office, will be yours. I’ll pack up your belongings from this house and give them to your assistant tonight.”
James had been listening silently. He interrupted me: “I’ve wronged you. The house in City A should be yours too. And our stocks and mutual funds – you should have all of that.”‘”
I nodded silently. We didn’t have much in shared assets, but neither of us cared much about material things. James was just trying to ease his guilt.
“Handle the divorce yourself and explain it to the family elders,” I said, rubbing my temples tiredly. “Once you’ve convinced them, send me the divorce papers to sign. I’ll sign them and send them back.”
“After we get the divorce certificate, have your assistant leave it in the living room of the house in City A. I’ll pick it up when I have time.”
The mental strain had exhausted me. I could no longer keep up the facade.
“Mr. Sullivan, it’s getting late. If you have things to do, you should go. Oh, and don’t forget to leave your house keys.”
After he left, I could no longer hold back my tears.
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