Paul was happy. On that very day, five years ago, he and Katherine had exchanged vows and become husband and wife. He loved her very much and had never forgotten the anniversary day the previous four years either. That day, he decided to surprise her and come back early from work, take her out to dinner. He had acted like had forgotten the importance of the day. She did not seem to remember it herself. He smiled, thinking she was acting too. It was 8pm when he turned the corner of the street to his home. Then the smile disappeared from his face.
Kate was at the doorstep, with another man, kissing him passionately. He waited till he had gone, and then went home. He wished her and she smiled, wishing him back. He asked her about it the next day, but she didn’t feel sorry. She just said, “It’s over between us darling. I don’t feel that love anymore. I was going to tell you before, but I did not know how to tell you.” He had felt betrayed, heartbroken that their marriage had to end that way. A week later, the divorce had been finalized. That was a month before.
Paul’s colleague Amanda, Kate’s neighbor and her good friend, had told him a week back of Kate breaking up with that man. Kate had told Amanda that leaving her husband was a big mistake. Feeling sorry for her, Amanda had told him about that. He had been silent. The next day he had got a letter. It was Kate’s handwriting. He could identify it easily. She had apologized for doubting his love for her and asked him to take her back in his life. He’d read it once and thrown it away. Every day that week, a similar letter had come. He had not opened that day’s letter.
The letter sat before him, unopened, propped against a coffee mug. The day she had left him was still strong in his mind. He took it from the table and put it in the trash bin, the place where she had once thrown his heart.