My Best Brother's Girlfriend Is My Wife

As soon as I finished speaking, a heavy silence enveloped the other end of the line. A sense of finality washed over me as I hung up the phone.

Approximately an hour later, the familiar creak of the front door shattered the quietude of my home. Sofia stood in the doorway, her face etched with a mixture of confusion and irritation.

"Rowan, what is wrong with you today?" Her voice was sharp, carrying an undercurrent of accusation. "You've mentioned divorce twice. This isn't like you at all."

Indeed, it wasn't. For years, I had been the epitome of the perfect husband. I had shielded her from her parents, covered up her indiscretions, even tolerated the intrusions of her former lover. But her treatment of me had been far from reciprocal.

I recalled the countless hours spent in the kitchen, slaving over a hot stove to appease Lewis' picky palate. Her subsequent criticism cut deeply, wounding my heart. I endured it all, my love for her acting as a shield against her words.

But the final blow came on the day of my surgery. Sofia brought Lewis home and had an affair. I even saw used condoms on the floor near the couch. Five years of a loveless marriage, punctuated by her claims of asexuality, were a cruel mockery of the vows we had exchanged. The discovery of their infidelity was the final nail in the coffin.

"In the past, I've been a fool," I began quietly, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "I've pretended for too long. It's time for the truth."

Sofia stood motionless, her expression a mask of shock and disbelief. I continued, a bitter smile curving my lips. "Don't you and Lewis yearn to be together openly? This divorce will grant you that freedom. Consider it a belated wedding gift."

As I handed her the divorce agreement, I felt a strange sense of liberation. Exhaustion washed over me. I had spent countless nights waiting for her return, a prisoner in my own home. With a heavy heart, I retreated to the bedroom. "Just sign it," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Everything is yours."

Sofia's expression wavered between anger and panic. "Rowan, you can't be serious. After everything we've been through, you just want to throw it all away?"