I checked the time again and sighed. It had been one and a half hours since I flew in, and I had lost count of the times I had glanced at my watch.
My husband, Charles Moore, was nowhere to be found. He was supposed to pick me up from the airport.
But he must be with his girlfriend right now. I shook my head and smiled bitterly at the thought, stood up, and dragged myself and my luggage out of the airport.
I married Charles three years ago. But shortly after our wedding, I received some good news from my dream university abroad.
I was accepted to one of their programs, so I left to study there. Charles and I had not seen each other for three years.
While I was away, he was spending all his time with the woman he truly loved.
Now, I was finally finished with my studies and I came back home. I wanted to end our nominal marriage.
I decided it was time for me to stop hoping for things that would never happen.
On my way home in a cab, I sent Charles a message that read, “We need to talk.”