1 Prologue:

The glass mug she was holding dropped, and shattered into pieces, along with her heart. A single tear ran down her cheek. She stared in disbelief and confusion, as the man she called her husband, had a girl on his lap. He was making out with her, and running his large hands up her thighs. He didn't even notice her when she was standing right there. She got in her car, and drove home with anger flaring up in her body. If it weren't for the horn to alarm her she would've crashed into the car. But she ignored the man screaming at her, and continued driving recklessly.

When she reached home, she threw everything she got her hands on. Ripping curtains, pushing things off the desk, throwing cups, and glasses. She was like a crazy madwoman. She walked furiously to her, and her soon to be ex-husband's room, and her hands went straight to the wedding picture. The glass broke, as she stomped on the large photo with her feet. Opening her closet, she took out the wedding dress she had worn on the day she felt like the happiest person alive. She cut the white fabric, injuring her hand along with it.

Her back hit the wall. The house was a mess, and she wanted to faint. She laughed humorlessly, and then sobbed, letting everything out. Dragging her feet to the bathroom, which she had also destroyed, she took a look at herself in the mirror. Her face also looked like a complete mess. Her black hair was all over the place, her mascara was smeared, and she had an expression like she wanted to kill everyone on the planet. She leaned over the sink, and more tears fell. She could've probably created a whole pool with the amount of tears she had cried. The door opened, and she heard a faint gasp. She sighed, and quickly locked the door, and slid down the wall, curling herself up into a ball, and hid her face into her arms.

A divorce. She needed to get a divorce as soon as possible.

She heard the loud banging against the door.

,"Babe?! Are you in there?!" her husband shouted.

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We were going along just fine. Every morning, he kissed me on the cheek and told me "I love you" before going to work. And when he came back home, he'd do the same. We were always affectionate and trusting with each other. But here I am, packing up my bags, and leaving the house that had so many happy memories, leaving signed divorce papers behind along with a note that said everything"

I was at the airport, and all I've been getting were calls and voicemails from him.

,"Babe where are you? We need to talk. I'll explain everything just please answer"

I sighed. It was too late anyway, we already signed it.

When my flight came, I left Minnesota, and flew to New York. I decided to choose a random state, just in case he'd find me somehow.