All it was?||Chapter 3 Pg 16||13th April||

I impatiently tap the steering wheel watching the traffic lights wishing it'd turn green quickly, the jewellery box in my jacket felt as if it were burning a hole in the pocket. I was nervous and excited at the same time.

I was going to ask my wife to marry me again.

The last few months haven't been easy for the both of us and I wanted to give us a new beginning. I wanted to remind her all the reasons we got married.

I wanted to remind of her of our love story.

I wanted to remind her of how much I love her. My love for her continued to grow, my heart still skips a beat every time she flashes me that perfect smile of hers.

My eyes light up each time I hear her voice.

I exhale in relief when the traffic light switches colour and drive towards our home.

Our home.

When I reach our street, I turn into our driveway and park up. I grab the bouquet from the passenger seat and climb out of the car locking the car striding towards the door.

I unlock the door and step inside instantly noticing a difference in the air.

She wasn't home.

I walk slowly noting the small differences around the house, some of our photos moved, her shoes weren't neatly piled on shoe rack downstairs.

I didn't want to believe what I was seeing.

She could be upstairs sleeping I thought to myself and walk upstairs.

"Bee you up here?" I call.

Silence greets me.

I open our bedroom door and look around.

Dread consumes me.

The bouquet from my hand drops to the floor, the doors of our closet is wide open and all her clothes are gone.

This couldn't be f**king happening

I pull out my phone finding her number and calling her.

It rang continuously until it went to voicemail.

"Where are you Bee?" I leave a message trying to remain calm. "Call me when you get this please" I plead hoping whatever thoughts was running were all wrong. I want everything I've just seen to be a misunderstanding.

I lean against our bedroom wall looking around the room, memories of our life replays in my mind reminding me of our life together.

Life wasn't easy over the last couple of months, I assumed we were getting through the rough patches but it seems I was wrong. And it seems Bee hasn't gotten over it.

But did it mean she simply walks out on our life?

Without talking to me, without giving an explanation?

As time passes by waiting for her call, my patience also passes.

Why the f**k did you do this to us?

I pull out the small box and stare down at it, my teeth grinding together as my fingers tighten around the box.

I snap throwing the box across the room, the box breaks, the ring tumbles onto the floor. I storm to our bed grabbing the sheets and ripping them away from the bed.

I kick the nightstand drawers down. I grab the large photo frame of our wedding picture hanging above our bed and slam it down. It breaks instantly.

The glass shatters and scatters all over the floor.

Just like my heart.

An unrecognisable sound thunders from my throat as I fall to my knees.

My wife has broken me.