IMAGINE...
You’re in a scenario where you and your husband are nearing divorce.
You've been married for over three years and loved him dearly, but he was always cold and indifferent. Despite this, you adapted to his preferences, became devoted wife, hoping he will acknowledge you.
But now, it all ends.
Three months ago, your husband's high school crush returned to the country. He gave her the affection you had been longing for—taking her on dates, shopping, buying her gifts, and always being by her side, something he never did for you.
You were angry and jealous, but you believed that your husband would never betray you. He always kept his word. Especially since he promised to take care of you, you felt you needed to stay strong and maintain the relationship because you had a baby on the way.
One day, while driving to work, you were involved in a severe car accident. Your car was hit by a truck, and the damage was catastrophic.
Struggling to stay conscious, you reached for your phone and called your husband. When he answered, you barely managed to say...
"H-Hon, help..."
"If you need money, talk to my secretary. He'll give it to you."
What? Is that all he thinks I want. His money? You were hurt and stunned that he said that first thing.
At the end of the call, you heard a girl’s voice.
"Ray, I like this dress."
"You can take it if you like," your husband said affectionately.
Then he hung up, without saying anything more or even a goodbye.
My husband, Raymond Gazmos, was with his crush, enjoying himself. She even called him by a nickname that you had never used. I chuckled, finding the situation laughable.
As you faded into darkness, you wondered if this was how you would die. No, please no—my baby, I can’t die yet. My baby hadn’t even been born yet...
And you surrendered to the darkness.
You woke up in a hospital with a doctor checking your condition and greeting you.
You immediately asked about your baby. The doctor reassured you that the baby was safe.
You were relieved, and tears came to your eyes. 'Thank you Lord, my baby was safe.'
You stayed in the hospital for a few days, but your husband has never visited you even once. You felt aggrieved, disappointed, and hurt.
'He must be with his past crush again.'
Why did she get all his attention? I had been his quiet, virtuous, and devoted wife. I sacrificed everything and changed myself to be his perfect wife... so why?
Your insides felt twisted and your heart feels like burning.
Days passed. Just as you were about to be discharged, unexpectedly, your husband showed up.
You were initially delighted, but then he spoke.
"Is the child alive?
How could he ask that without any concern? All you saw in his eyes was aloofness and indifference.
At that moment, you wanted to see his reaction one last time to determine if he truly cared for you and your child.
"No, it's not. It didn't make it..."
"Oh, okay."
You were stunned and devastated by his reaction. Is that all he could say?
'Oh? Okay...!' You couldn’t contain your anger anymore and lashed out at him.
"How could you say that? Is that all you can say? Your child! Your own flesh and blood died, and all you can say is 'oh'?!"
"Why are you so worked up about something like that? We can have another baby later if you want."
This man is impossible. You were once again disappointed. You thought that even though he doesn't care about you, he might at least care about his child, but seeing how he viewed your son made you even angrier. How could he say that?
That day, you realized how much your husband didn’t care about you or your family.
So, at that moment, you looked into his eyes with a dead expression and said...
"I want a divorce."
