Seth

Katya ’ s Divorce Dissolution Demands

1. One date night a week. ?? (Roleplay is essential - Payment is required for all prostitute/fuckboy scenarios).

2. Never miss a key family event. (Learn how to use a calendar).

3. One daily kiss, ‘ I love you ’ & a hug. ?? (A good example for our children).

“This is it? These three things?” I asked as I turned the sheet of paper over again to check that nothing was on the back.

“What can I say? I’m a simple woman,” she said with a smile.

God, I was such a damn fool. I could have lost this amazing woman. The requests were so simple. Had I loved her the way she deserved to be, she would never have needed to request these things from me .

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked away from her meagre demands.

“I will never let you down again, Kat,” I said.

She scoffed with a small smile.

“We will both let one another down at some point. Neither one of us is perfect. Our children won't be perfect, but with healthy routines and a house full of love—it’s a solid foundation,” she said as she closed the gap between us.

I held my wife and kissed her brow before hugging her tightly. My eyes fell to the sheet of paper in my hand. She was right, but I would make every conscious effort to know that I loved her every single day.

“I love you, ,” she said against my chest.

I closed my eyes and squeezed them shut as the intense waves of emotion rushed through me. It was the first time she had said those words to me in such a long time. I couldn't remember the last time she had uttered them.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out her wedding ring—which had never left me for weeks. I looked at the small metal band with the sparkling diamonds and remembered the first time I placed it on her finger.

When I pulled away from Kat, she looked up at me. I bent down on one knee.

“Katya Celeste Winthorpe, would you do the honour of remaining married to me?” I asked as I held her wedding ring up.

She pursed her lips together as tears trickled down her cheeks and nodded emphatically. With the same nerves as I had on our wedding day, I slipped the ring on her finger. It wasn't nervousness from the unknown this time. It was knowing how fragile relationships could be if they weren't nurtured. I held my wife’s hand against my cheek before I kissed her slender hand.

We could get past this.

∞∞∞

“My wife would never leave me,” Saul said as he leaned back in his chair with a smug grin.

I shook my head and stood up. His eyes narrowed on me suspiciously.

“We are in the office, I’m not about to whoop your ass again. You're right, though. Your wife would never leave you,” I said, walking towards the window.

“Exactly. I will have her eating out of the palm of my hand in no time,” he said.

“No, I meant she wouldn't need to leave you because she will have murdered you,” I said with a smirk.

“Get out of my office, you asshole,” he said with a frown.

I took a deep breath and sighed.

“ Is she under the age of 58? Mum needs you to marry someone fertile,” I said before I turned to leave his office. “ Karma is a beautiful thing,”

“I’m never sharing anything with you again,” he snapped at me.

“Good,” I retorted back at him.

There was no better way to start my working day than to fuck with Saul’s head.

“Fucking karma. What a dickhead,” I heard him mutter in disgust as I reached the door.

I laughed maniacally because perhaps we both had more of our mother in us than I realised.

∞∞∞

When I couldn't find Kat in the house, I breathed heavily to calm myself. It worked for twenty seconds until I felt nauseous. I threw my bag on the floor and shouted her name. She said she would be home today. I raced upstairs, but the bedroom was empty. The door slammed against the wall as I scanned the room.

The nursery!

I tried the next room but that was bare. I stripped the room and began to prep it as our baby’s room. She loved that I’d begun the process. We’d been looking at furniture and various wall designs. She was so excited about the soft furnishings,

I paused as I recalled her overly enthusiastic response to pillows and cot bedding. Kat immersed herself in the entire process with such ferociousness that she had me on a fucking schedule.

Who designed a sex schedule? That shit had my mother all over it. And where the fuck was she?

I pulled my phone out and looked at my earlier messages with her. I scrolled through them until I reached the section about her going to the shops. With a sigh of relief, I slipped my phone into my pocket and rubbed my hand over my face.

Relief washed over me, and my heart began to slow down. I jogged downstairs and made my way to the backdoor. It was ajar, and I stepped outside into the sun to see Kat kneeling over a patch of soil. She was planting various crops for our family.

I glanced at the side to see the multitude of tree saplings she had bought. She had messaged me earlier saying she was visiting the garden centre. When I began to walk towards her, she pushed her hat up and put her trowel down.

“Hi, baby, I see you couldn't wait,” I said as I crouched down to kiss her.

“Oh, hey. I lost track of time,” she said as she wiped her brow.

“Easily done, baby. I should know,” I murmured before I kissed her again. “Shall I get changed and come give you a hand?”

“No, we can do the trees tomorrow. I've just planted some vegetable seeds,” she said.

“I need to plant some of my own seed, baby,” I said, pulling her up.

She chuckled. “You're ahead of our schedule.”

Katya put her heart and soul into everything she did, and I was glad to support her in whatever made her happy. I had a short trip away planned, and my wife deserved a holiday before school restarted.