TAYLOR:

"Once I'm out of here," I stated without thinking it twice. "And I don't want to be here anymore. I cannot stay in this hospital longer than this. Can you please get me out of here?"

I should let him know my actual reason but I know it was going to make him mad so I would rather not do that. It was going to cause a big issue.

"But you're not done with your treatment..." He mentioned.

"The only thing left is for me to rest, isn't it? I'll do that at home. Please."

He looked defeated. I could tell that he didn't know whether or not to let me have my way. But I was getting through to him and that was what mattered the most.

"I'll check with the doctor and see if we can get you discharged tomorrow," he finally declared and that put my mind at ease. The thought of staying here in the same hospital with Rolan and Malia only suffocated me.

My discharge didn't come until like two days later. But I ensured I avoided them all through. I didn't want to have any contact with them.

The most surprising part of all of that was that Rolan never called me once in those two days. He didn't even text as well. I couldn't believe that he couldn't be bothered to check on me. So, if I was dead, then that was it?

Before I left the hospital, Damion handed me a drafted divorce papers which I asked him to draft. I wasted no time signing on it and then took it home with the hope that I would meet Rolan there so I could get him to sign as well.

There was no sign of Rolan anywhere when I got home. I doubt if he had stepped inside the apartment since he went out to cater for Malia.

The first place I went to was out matrimonial bedroom. Inside there, the large wedding photo was hanging. And guess what? Malia was in it.

I smiled as I recalled that he had forced me to make her my chief bridesmaid upon her request. I don't know why I didn't fight against it. Stupid love really blinded me.

"Ma. You're back."

I heard someone speak and I had to turn around only to see the old maid that helped take care of the house.

"I thought someone must have snuck in and was ready to attack," she said and I could see that she had a mopping stick with her. Good choice of a weapon. "Where have you been these past two days? I have been worried sick about you. Are you fine? Is everything alright?"

I shook my head. As much as I wouldn't want to let her in on my business, she still needed to know that it wasn't all good around here. I cannot hide the fact that many things were wrong with my marriage which is why I took out the divorce papers and handed it to her.

"I want you to give this to Rolan when he's back. Tell him to contact my lawyer once he has penned his signature," I told her.

She reluctantly collected the papers and then scanned the first page. Immediately she realized what it was, her first switched into shock.

"You– You are leaving..."

"Yes, I am," I had to admit. "I cannot take it anymore. I think I've tried enough with Rolan. He is obviously not going to love me the way I love him so why bother trying?"

"Please, don't leave, ma. He's going to come to his senses soon and do the right thing. Leaving won't make it better."

I shook my head again, this time a bit violently. "Please, didn't give me any false hope. There's nothing left for me here and I know it. Let's not pretend like it was ever going to work between me and him," I said. "Please, tell him to send the papers as soon as possible. I wish him a happy life."

I didn't wait for a response from her before storming out of the house. It was a goodbye from me... permanently