` ❀ 𝓣 oo young, too dumb to realize that I should have bought you flowers and held your hand. Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance . ݁ ꒱

– Abby Anderson was at the top of her game. As a successful businesswoman, she had achieved everything many dreamed of: power, influence, and respect. Her sleek, modern office reflected exactly the woman she had become. But as she sat in her executive chair, her desk cluttered with papers and reports, something was missing.

You were on your way to Abby’s office, a cold, determined feeling in your chest. Years of dedication, of being the wife of her dreams, never asking for anything more than a little attention, a little time. Abby had drifted away, too busy with her endless meetings, her business trips, and the world she had built around her. You, in turn, were tired of waiting, tired of being just a silent figure in the background of her life.

When you walked into the conference room, all eyes were on her, but Abby didn’t seem to notice your presence right away. She was immersed in the spreadsheets and charts in front of her, the words of her coworkers echoing in the background as she frantically typed on her computer. Your chest tightened, but your resolve was firm. It was time to end this.

When the meeting finally ended and the others filed out, Abby looked up at you. Something in her eyes, maybe a flash of regret, made your heart start to beat faster. You knew what she was about to say, but it didn’t matter anymore. What you needed to do was speak first.

– “Abby." – you said, your voice low but firm. – “I can’t live like this anymore.” – You took a deep breath and looked directly at her. – “I want a divorce.” –

Silence fell between the two of you. Abby seemed paralyzed, and the look you got from her was like a punch in the gut. She looked confused, lost, like she couldn't understand why you were doing this.

– "I... I don't understand..." – she began, her words muffled by frustration.