Sophie's POV
Today is my two years anniversary with Zack.
As soon as I stepped into the house, I was greeted with the familiar scent of Maria's pasta sauce.
"Sophie, where have you been?", she asked.
Maria has always been like the mother I never had. So I always addressed her as so.
"Mom, you know how important today is to me. I just want everything to be perfect."
Sitting on the couch in the living room was going through my phone when i was suddenly hit with a strong feeling of nausea.
I got up as quickly as I could and stumbled into the nearest bathroom which happened to be a guest bathroom.
I sat beside the roller bowl hugging it for Dear life as everything I had in me forced its way out of my mouth. It felt like eternity before i finished, feeling weak in my knees as i tried standing up.
After flushing the toilet, I rinsed my mouth and my face at the sink and grabbed the white face towel on the rack to quickly dab at myself.
Going back to the hall, I saw Maria standing at the entrance looking lost in thought with a smile on her face. As much as I wanted to know why she was like that, I was not in the mood or heads pace to care.
"Can I have a glass of apple juice?" I asked her, breaking her out of her daze.
She glanced at me worriedly — or questionably? It cpuldve been a combination of both but that was the leadt of my concerns.
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It was almost eleven in the evening and i sat waiting in the living room for Zack, my husband of three years to come home.
By this time, Maria had already gone back to her own home.
Just then, he came stumbling in the house very obviously drunk.
"Where have you been?" I ask worriedly standing up to meet him and help. He had an angry look on his face and his eyes were red as he stumbled in.
"Shut the hell up!" he yelled making me flinch and reminding me of my past — a past that I want to forget so bad. The same past that broke me that I thought no one can save me.
He threw some documents my face and told me to sign it.
When I saw the words 'DIVORCE AGREEMENT' written on it, my whole world shattered completely. Zack Anderson was my entire world and the only person in the world who I felt understood me better than anyone else.
He was my rock and my life. I had never imagined a day like this would ever come. If someone had told me this, I probably would've laughed in that person's face and exclaimed 'Impossible', yet, here we were.
On our third year anniversary, my husband presented me with divorce papers for reasons beyond my understanding.
I obviously didn't want to sign them but I wanted to at least leave with whatever dignity I had left. I went through the agreement and realised that despite whatever his reasons were, he left me with a pretty generous alimony.
Knowing the Zack the way I knew him, I knew that arguing was pointless and would only lead to more hurt, so I signed those papers under his pressure. My hands were shaking so badly, I thought I wobe able to do it but I did it.
I felt like I couldn't breathe but I struggled to maintain whatever dignity I had as I walked quickly to the master bedroom to pack my things. Staying here any longer was going to make things hard for me.
As for Zack, as I went to the room he broke down. I heard it very clearly though he probably thought I didn't as he tried to keep it muffled.
Nausea hit me like a wave for the second time today. I dropped on the bed sitting with my eyes closed tightly.
"Don't think I will feel pity for you", his annoyed voice sounded from the door.
I glared at him with my tearful eyes and removed the ring I wore to throw at him.
I got up and grabbed my suitcase leaving as quickly as possible.
Even though I did not know where to go, I just knew that I could not stay in this house for even an extra minute.