I know she has already picked the colors. Probably Green and white, they are the best shades of freedom.
I know she has already chosen the flavors. Certainly not Vanilla, she wouldn't go close to what appeals to my taste buds.
I know she has already contracted a professional for that three step cake. A unique cake with three steps, each representing a year of living in bondage.
This is super story. A life where a jailer is seeking for freedom.
I am beginning to wonder whether our engagement was done at night, for after she washed away the makeup on her character, I'm finally seeing the real woman I married.
It's glaring she wasn't caring. Her beauty was a duty. Her smiles were lies. Cunning as her name
Kani
First day I met her, her beauty was angelic. Her face looked so homely that I built a relationship on the foundation she robbed on her face.
It lasted only three years before the wind from her eyelashes blew off the roof. Leaving behind a home flooded by leaking lips that rained abuses as they descended from her head that was clouded with thought of independence.
So Dear marriage counselor and people of the world, there's no need asking me why I want this divorce. I'll rather have you ask Kani why she has already paid Bonero for a divorce cake when the papers are yet to be signed.
Fiction
Check back tomorrow for wife's part of the reason.