The Broken Marriage – Can Love Be Fixed?
It was a crisp October morning, the kind where the air bites at your skin just enough to remind you winter is coming. Harry Wills was buzzing with excitement—today was the big day.
After six grueling months of coding, testing, and sleepless nights, he was finally presenting his gaming app to the company’s executives. This could be his ticket to a promotion, a raise, maybe even a corner office.
But first, breakfast.
He stormed into the dining room, eyes glued to his phone, fingers flying over the screen as he scrolled through last-minute presentation notes. His wife, Sara, sat at the table with their two boys, Cody and Sonny, who were happily munching on cereal.
“Morning, honey,” Sara said softly, pushing a plate of toast toward him.
“Good morning, Daddy!” the boys chirped in unison.
Harry barely glanced up. He grabbed a piece of toast, shoved half of it into his mouth, and turned to leave.
Then—disaster.
“Sara!” His voice boomed through the house. “Where’s my white shirt? The one with the blue trim?”
Sara sighed. “It’s in the wash. I didn’t have enough whites for a full load until this morning.”
Harry stormed back into the dining room, face red. “That’s my lucky shirt! I need it today!”
“You have other white shirts, Harry,” Sara said, keeping her voice calm. “Your presentation is what matters, not the shirt.”
“Oh, so now you’re the expert on presentations?” Harry snapped. “You sit at home all day doing nothing, and you can’t even keep track of one simple thing?”
Sara’s eyes flicked to the boys, who had stopped eating, their small faces tense. “Harry, stop. The kids—”
“You’re always on the phone gossiping with your friends,” Harry spat. “But when it comes to actually doing something useful, you’re nowhere.”
Sara stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. “That’s enough. You’re scaring them.”
Harry scoffed, grabbed his briefcase, and slammed the door behind him.
The Presentation – And the Silence
The presentation went perfectly. The executives loved the app. Harry got his promotion.
But something was wrong.
No call from Sara. No text. No apology.
She always apologizes first, Harry thought, frowning.
That night, he stopped by a flower shop and bought a bouquet of white roses. She’ll forgive me. She always does.
But when he got home, the apartment was empty. No Sara. No kids. Just a note on the table.
“I want a divorce.”
Harry’s stomach dropped. His hands shook as he dialed Sara’s sister, Zara.
“Where is she?” he demanded.
“The hospital,” Zara said coldly. “She had a panic attack. Thanks to you.“
The Hospital – The Truth Comes Out
Harry rushed to the hospital, heart pounding. The doctor let him see Sara—but only for ten minutes.
She looked pale. Tired.
“Honey, I’m sorry,” Harry blurted. “Let’s talk—”
“No,” Sara said, her voice hollow. “I’m done. I want a divorce.”
Harry’s breath caught. “You’re overreacting! It was just a fight!”
Sara turned her face away. “I gave up everything for you. My career. My dreams. And you treated me like a maid. I hate you, Harry. I hate you.”
The words hit him like a punch.
“What about the kids?” he whispered.
“I can’t take them right now,” Sara admitted. “They’ll stay with you.”
Harry left the hospital in a daze.
Life Without Sara – The Struggle Begins
The next morning was chaos.
Burnt toast. A smoking pan. A shirt ruined by spilled coffee.
“Daddy, what’s happening?” Cody asked, wide-eyed as the smoke alarm blared.
“Nothing, buddy,” Harry said, coughing. “Just… a little accident.”
He was late for work. Again.
At the office, his boss, Mr. Adams, pulled him aside. “Harry, we need to talk.”
Over beers that night, Mr. Adams delivered the blow. “We’re letting you go.”
Harry’s stomach twisted. “What? Why?“
“You’ve been missing deadlines. Coming in late. We can’t keep making excuses.”
Harry begged. Pleaded. But it was over.
Then—his phone rang.
Sara.
“Can we meet?” she asked. “At the café where we first… you know.”
The Custody Battle – A Fight for Their Family
Sara wanted the kids. Full custody.
Harry was furious. “You left them! Now you want to take them away?”
“I’m their mother,” Sara said firmly. “I deserve this.”
The courtroom was tense. Sara’s lawyer grilled Harry.
“You insulted her. Called her useless. Then you lost your job. How will you support your children?”
Harry clenched his fists. “I’ll find a way. I love them.”
But when Sara took the stand, her words cut deeper.
“I had a breakdown,” she admitted, tears in her eyes. “I felt invisible. Unloved. I left because I couldn’t take it anymore.”
The judge ruled in Sara’s favor.
The Final Goodbye – Or Is It?
The day came for the boys to leave. Sara arrived, ready to take them home.
But as she reached for Cody’s hand, he pulled away.
“You’re tearing us apart,” he said, his voice trembling. Then he ran back to Harry.
Sonny burst into tears. “We want both Mommy and Daddy!”
Sara’s resolve shattered. She dropped to her knees and pulled them into a tight hug.
Harry watched, his own eyes burning.
Maybe… just maybe… it wasn’t too late.
THE END… OR A NEW BEGINNING?