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The Quiet Divorce
A story of slow betrayal, unseen children, and one woman’s turning point.
“Fuck you,” she screamed. “Just fuck you!”
She stormed up the stairs and threw herself on the bed, pure frustration raging through her body.
Why? Why doesn’t he understand what I’m saying? When did he change so much?
He’d always been so nice to her kids, but nowadays, he just ignored them. Nothing they did interested him anymore, and she could see it made the kids as sad as it did her.
Ally stayed in their bedroom until she’d calmed down a bit. Back downstairs, she found Jake sitting on the couch, watching a documentary like nothing had happened. She sat down beside him.
“We need to talk,” she said, then quickly added, “like adults.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, nervously wiping his almost-sweaty forehead with one hand. “I understand. I’ll do better.”
Ally realized Jake didn’t want to talk. Just like he never wanted to talk in the past.
Does he really understand? Will he really do better?
She’d never expected him to be their father — just a husband decent enough to care about her children. He wasn’t. Not anymore, hence…
