Burning the Fire of Hell in Marriage

Felix's curse didn't come true that easily.

The womb removal operation was successful. After two weeks of recovery at the hospital, I returned to Felix's house. The person who hasn't shown up at all since he cursed me to death. I confessed to the doctor that I had no family, and I signed the operation consent letter myself.

I felt sorry for myself.

I hoped that while I was having surgery, there would be someone sitting outside the operating room waiting and praying that God would save me for them and that I could return to them in the best possible condition. But that was just the hope of someone without one in this life.

After post-operative recovery, I decided to divorce Felix.

I will return to Felix's house with a divorce letter and a large bag to transport all my belongings. After learning that he did not want me, I did not apologize and would not beg for his love again.

My sorrow has not been healed, but I want to get up for my life in the future. For that reason, I decided to release Felix from my life.

“Mrs. Richard, you're back!” Shouted my driver, who opened the front gate of Felix's house to greet me so warmly.

“Not Mrs. Richard. I'm Alice Jazellin.” I emphasized that I no longer had any relationship with Felix.

“What do you mean? Please don't go, ma'am. Mr. Felix will soon realize how much he loves you, Mrs. Alice.”

I gave my driver a small smile. I was glad that at least one person wanted me to be there. But after all, this was Felix's house.

“Why is it so quiet, sir? Where is Mr. Felix?” I asked.

The driver just bowed his head without answering. For that reason, I entered the house. And I found it beautifully decorated—with balloons, candles, flowers, and much more. In the middle of it all, Clara and Felix hugged each other, missing each other.

Of course, I was hurt to see the man I loved hugging his ex-girlfriend. But there was nothing I could do. Felix looked so happy, comfortable, and calm with Clara. I saw that this was the umpteenth time Felix had fallen in love with Clara.

With the same great love. Unbeatable.

I stayed in place, trying to remain calm, waiting for them to finish and only then talk to Felix. But no! The fact was that I couldn't see the two of them any longer, and I decided to leave without being seen by them.

“Sir, why didn't you tell me a Clara was in this house?” I was angry with my private driver.

“I don't know how to tell you, ma'am.”

“All right. I'm sorry for scolding you,” I said guiltily.

I took some money from my bag and Felix's divorce papers. I gave it all to the driver.

“Thank you for your good work, sir. Please give this letter to Mr. Felix,” I said and left.

I shouldn't have to think about my belongings at Felix's house if I knew I would only get more hurt when I met Felix, who could never escape Clara. I admit that they are a lover who are compatible. Their love is equal.

I gave Felix up for Clara, I swear. But I can never forgive what they have done to destroy my life.

Now, I have no one but myself. Even if I die, there will be no family to mourn for me. For my miscarriage alone, I mourned alone, and my baby's father went back to his ex-girlfriend. I would love to laugh at my unfortunate fate.

Beep... beep... beep...

My cell phone rang, and Felix's name was on the screen. I immediately answered the phone, curious what he wanted to say after days of not seeing me, not contacting me, not even knowing if I was still alive or not.

“Come home now!” his voice sounded commanding and firm.

I didn't answer immediately. Go home where? I don't have a place to live now, and I don't know where I'm going and what I will do in the future.

“Alice, do you hear me?” Felix began to raise his tone of voice.

“I'm on my way home,” I replied listlessly.

“Where are you going? I heard you went home, but go out again.”

“Can I ask you one last favor?” I ignored his question about my return.

I just stopped by earlier. I didn't go home because ever since I had the divorce papers in my hand, I had no place in the house or Felix's heart.

“What do you mean by last request?”

I was silent for a long time because my throat was choked. If I kept talking, my voice would sound trembling and sad. I didn't want Felix to know that I wasn't okay. Maybe he wouldn't care, but it's better to keep it that way than to ask about my situation after hearing my sad voice.

“Please sign the divorce papers that I left with the House Driver. Then, let's not contact each other and meet again,” I said finally.

There was silence for a moment. I didn't understand why Felix was silent after I had stated my wish. Either he didn't hear or was overjoyed that I had freed him from our friendship, brotherhood, and marriage. I released him from all his relationships with me.

“I don't want to,” Felix replied threateningly.

“Mr. Felix, I'm just asking for your signature.”

“I told you I don't want to!”

My steps stopped. "It's okay," I sighed.

The court has accepted my divorce lawsuit. Next is mediation and trial. And if Felix doesn't show up for those two things, it will be even easier for me to disappear from his life immediately. I'm not asking for anything from my divorce lawsuit. I want to let go.

“After I gave you everything, you want to leave?!” Felix shouted again from across. From his voice, he sounded like he had lost his temper.

“I didn't ask for it, Felix. You gave it to me.”

“Then you have to pay for everything. Don't expect to get away from me if you don't pay for it, Alice!”

My sadness grew.