When Love Breaks by jack
Three years into our marriage, I felt pretty settled and content. My husband, Bryant, was an attractive, affluent man who was kind, considerate, and always steady. We had never had a screaming match or even a heated argument.
Yet one day, I saw my always composed husband corner another woman against a wall, his voice filled with rage as he questioned, “You chose to marry someone else. What gives you the right to demand anything from me now?”
This moment showed a side I had never seen; when Bryant loved passionately, it was indeed fiery and intense. In light of the circumstances, I made the decision to bow out gracefully – I divorced Bryant and disappeared, wiping my existence from his life.
