Divorce After Wife's Deceit

The next morning, to my surprise, Alessia was up before I was. She was in the living room, gracefully moving through a yoga routine in her fitted workout outfit, perfectly highlighting her elegant figure.

Seeing me emerge, she paused her yoga and from the kitchen, brought me a breakfast she had prepared.

"Sweetheart, I’ve been thinking a lot about us. I realize I’ve been neglecting you. I promise to love you better from now on."

"I stayed up researching online and found a few cars that would suit you perfectly. Which one do you like? Let’s go to the dealership today to check them out."

Alessia was all sweetness as she handed me the neatly organized car brochures.

Noticing the dark circles under her eyes, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. After all, years of affection still lingered, and loving her had become second nature to me. I wanted to give it another shot.

"Okay," I agreed.

"Then let's head out as soon as we finish breakfast," Alessia said, visibly excited.

At the car dealership, we started visiting a few brands she had researched. I found a car I had admired for quite some time and was about to take it for a test drive when her phone rang. She glanced at me before quickly stepping out to answer.

After some time, she returned, looking anxious. "Sweetheart, I can't stay with you to choose a car today. Ozzy is sick, and I need to check on him."

Ozzy, again!

Frustrated, I replied, "He's an adult, isn't he? Can't he go to the doctor by himself? Why is he calling you?"

Alessia didn't take that well. "He just got back from abroad and isn’t familiar with anything here. He needs me to be with him."

With that, she ignored me and walked straight out.

I sat bewildered in the test drive car, feeling as abandoned as a stray dog. Ever since Ozzy returned, Alessia had become a different person, constantly preoccupied with him.

Ozzy was sick, Ozzy was moving, Ozzy was sad, and even when Ozzy’s dog was feeling unwell, Alessia had to be there for him. Meanwhile, I’d turned into a nonentity, my needs and feelings invisible to her.

Reflecting on this, I pulled out my phone and made a call.

"Hey, Kolton, I’m in. I’m ready to start on that project anytime."

Kolton laughed on the other end of the line. "Albert, you’ve finally come around! It’ll be a tough project, but if you do it right, it could really pay off."

Hanging up, I felt a sense of relief settling over me. Over the years, I’d passed up many better opportunities to stay by Alessia’s side, dedicating myself to caring for her. They say love is like tending to a garden, and I had nurtured her into a vibrant rose. But her blossoms weren’t meant for me, so why hang on?

It's time to focus on myself; you have to love yourself first before you can truly love someone else.

Walking out of the dealership, I hailed a cab to Ozzy’s place. I needed to see for myself what illness warranted having someone else’s wife by his side every single day.