Divorce, Fiction, Human behaviour, Love, Marriage, Women

A Different Voice

Every note stung. Each gesture resembled a sharp slap. His eyes pierced into hers with venom. The paper in his hand could have been a murderous weapon, instead of a mere legal conclusion. She sat like a wall of armor, only moving to blink. As their dining table shared the brunt of his anger, she wondered only one thing: how could his voice have sounded so beautiful just last week?

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