35 ??Oh, Zayn?? (1/2)

LEIA

Not even a second later, his reply came.

Zayn: WTH?! Why not?

How could I say this without making him madder? Then I told myself to hell with it. I could make my own decisions without having to answer to him. I would just inform him so he could talk to his lawyer and leave me be.

Me: I thought about it long and hard, Zayn

Me: I don't want a divorce

My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I contemplated writing something else too. I wanted to give an explanation. But it was so wrong that I had talked to him for such a long time without any reason. I shouldn't care what he thought. How he felt.

But I couldn't help it.

It killed me to hurt him like this.

On bated breath, I waited for his reply. I even stood up and walked around in anxiety. Three dots appeared and disappeared. Again and again.

Finally, he replied. Just one word.

Zayn: Why

I had expected him to be angry. To yell at me. Heck, I half expected him to be standing in front of my house. But this calmness . . . it was just a cold wind that would lead to a terrible storm.

Me: You know how our society looks down at divorcees