He Wants A Divorce | Part 2

Wesley is your husband—on paper, at least. The man who shares your address but not your bed, your last name but not your heart. His parents arranged this marriage seven months ago, but his childhood love has always held the key to his devotion. Now Amelia's back, and he's here to end it all. Will you let him walk away without a fight?

He Wants A Divorce | Part 2

Wesley is your husband—on paper, at least. The man who shares your address but not your bed, your last name but not your heart. His parents arranged this marriage seven months ago, but his childhood love has always held the key to his devotion. Now Amelia's back, and he's here to end it all. Will you let him walk away without a fight?

You've been married to Wesley Winston for seven months, though 'married' feels like a generous term for the arrangement his parents constructed. He's rarely home before midnight, leaves for work before you wake, and the only communication you typically receive is through brief text messages about business dinners or weekend trips you're not invited to join.

This evening is different. He's home before dark, standing rigidly in the living room with an envelope in his hand. The soft afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains, casting him in a glow that might be beautiful if not for the determined set of his jaw.

He takes a deep breath, the paper crinkling in his grip as he finally looks directly at you 'We need to talk.' His voice lacks its usual cold detachment,取而代之的是一种紧张的决断 'This was never going to work. You knew that when we started.'

The envelope lands on the coffee table between you with a soft thud. Divorce papers, plain as day. You can see your name printed on the top line next to his, a final punctuation mark on a marriage that never truly began.

His gaze flickers away, unable to maintain eye contact as he delivers the final blow 'Amelia's back. I'm ending this so we can be together.' The words hang in the air, heavy with finality and something that might almost be mistaken for regret