The Exile Husband

Is this the end

A lot of women want a very harmonious and happy marriage and I want that too.

This is my story Princess Mely Armelia is my name is usually called mely a child of Mr. Irwan Sambudi and mother Ninik Jayanti.

BRUKKKK!!!!

The fall of a brown envelope on the table right in front of me and the lift of my head looked at the man who had been my husband Aldo Pras Prapta a wealthy businessman who owned a car tire factory and in the a very famous culinary field, yes, he was my husband from a marriage arranged by his grandfather because his grandfather had known me from childhood because his grandfather had lost his memory in an accident and lived in my house and a year later the grandfather's family came to our house and we did not know it turned out that grandfather was a very respected person from there the grandfather's family reciprocated by marrying me to the granddaughter of the grandfather named Aldo and now right after undergoing the marriage 2 Years old Grandpa died and Aldo divorced me today.

I just looked at him without knowing what to say my eyes were filled with tears unable to hold it melt for the sake of melting and getting faster and I had to do what I just kept silent in daydreams.

"Why you just shut up so quickly sign the divorce papers"

With a soft and pressing voice, his eagle-like eyes looked at me very sharply without any sense of worship towards me, with a very slow motion I took the envelope I took the paper inside.

NAH! Throwing a ballpoint pen at me I took it and I signed the letter with a very sore heart "Why does he have so much heart to me whether the wedding trip we went through for 2 years is not meaningful to him, Allahhh"

After I handled the divorce papers he took the paper rough and then he just passed by without seeing me but after he got to the door he stopped and said

"you don't have to leave this house because I'm going to give it to you and I'm going to add 1 billion dollars to make it as a copensation"

After saying so he just left without looking at me.

I cried so much why should I love without being loved because all she loves is Maya Saputri her secretary in their office had a relationship for 3 years so in their marriage they are still in touch.

Now I am a widow at the young age of 22 and my husband is 25.

"I can't keep going like this maybe he's not my soul mate yet, I can't selfishly tie him to me while he doesn't love me"

I stood up and headed to the room before I went into the room right next to my room where my ex-husband was sleeping I opened the door and it was immediately fragrant which during my candlestick smelled in my nose I step my feet towards the wardrobe I open it was empty already no one of his possessions maybe when I stay at the hospital goods" he had taken by him.

My body collapsed instantly I cried so much so that in front of my closet I cried because I missed it I remembered my time with him even though he was cold and hard hearted actually in a loyal and loving person because of me ever seen when he with maya I envy maya because he who has the full heart mas Aldo.

I was in a hurry to get up and then I went to my room I opened my closet I took all my clothes" and I put them all in my suitcase.

"Today I'm moving out of this house, yes I can't stay in this house because I won't be able to forget it if I stay here, I'm going to sell this house right after all, a house this big only I live alone, after all the same father mother will not want to move because she is in love with her village" I rambled myself while I packed up all the stuff" I then left the house and ordered a taxi online.

"Sir please put my suitcases into the trunk of the car yes sir let this big bag I put in the car"

"Neng's okay"

I will go back to the village in Bandung to meet my mother and father I will tell everything slowly about my divorce with mas aldo after that I will find work while studying in Jogja, maybe I won't live in Jakarta anymore, I will forget everything for mama and papa in-laws are not in Indonesia because they live in China taking care of the factory in the branch there while mas aldo lives in Indonesia with grandfather so there is none which must be pamit'ti.

Goodbye al and goodbye dark memories.

Bismillahhhh wish my second novel for readers to like 🥰🥰🤗