The first time we nursed a puppy through parvo, I sat on the floor of the kennel and wept. It was a different kind of release.
Karl never came to see the place. He stayed in our pristine, quiet house.
One night, while I was scrubbing the scent of pine cleaner and wet dog off my hands, he stood behind me.
“You’d be better off having a baby than wasting your time on those flea-ridden mutts,” he said.
“I can’t have a baby, Karl. We’ve been over this.”
Karl never came to see the place.
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“There are treatments. Expensive ones, but they exist.”
“We tried the first round, and it failed. It nearly ruined me.”
“There are other options,” he said, his tone sharpening. “Or maybe you just don’t want to try hard enough. Maybe you’d rather play mother to animals because they don’t talk back.”
That was the first time I felt the foundation of my marriage crumble.
Years passed like that. I poured my heart and soul into the shelter. Eventually, I was able to quit my job and work there full-time.
I felt the foundation of my marriage crumble.
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I was proud of what I was accomplishing, even though it felt like nobody I cared about supported me.
“You shouldn’t give up your career for charity work,” Mom said when I told her I’d left my job.
“Typical Simona.” My sister waved dismissively. “She’s always followed causes to avoid dealing with her own problems.”
Karl had nodded. “You nailed it, Lily.”
I let their words roll right over me. It wasn’t like I could magically become fertile, and at least I knew I was making a difference.
It felt like nobody I cared about supported me.
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Slowly, Karl and I stopped talking about anything real. We were just two people sharing a roof and a refrigerator.
On my birthday, I walked into the house expecting the usual silence. Instead, I found candles. There were steaks on the plates and a bottle of expensive red wine.
I stood in the doorway. “You did all this?”
Karl smiled. It was a strange expression — not warm, but very focused. “Sit down, Simona. Happy birthday.”
I walked into the house expecting the usual silence.
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Hope spiked in my chest so fast I felt dizzy. I thought, Maybe this is it. Maybe he finally sees me.
I wanted so badly for him to be proud of me.
We ate in near silence. In the middle of dinner, he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a long, white envelope.
“I didn’t want to ruin dinner, but this actually can’t wait,” he said.
An icy needle of intuition poked at my nerves. “What is it, Karl?”
He leaned back. “I want a divorce.”
I wanted so badly for him to be proud of me.
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“What?”
“I’m in love with Lily, and she’s pregnant. With the child you could never give me.”
“Lily? My younger sister, Lily?”
Karl nodded. “We’ve gotten close over the last year or so… This isn’t something we meant to happen, but we just work together. You and I don’t have that.”
I let out a short, jagged laugh. “This is a cruel joke, Karl.”
“I’m not joking.”
He slid a thick blue folder across the table. Inside were neat, organized documents. There was a bright yellow tab marking one specific section.
“This is a cruel joke, Karl.”
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“What is this?”
“Divorce papers. That tab is for the shelter land. It was bought while we were married. It’s a marital asset. We’ll need to liquidate it or transfer the title.”
“Transfer it where?”
“To me. My new family needs a place to live, Simona. Lily wants a fresh start, and that land is beautiful.”
I buried my head in my hands, unable to process what I was hearing. The little sister I’d protected from bullies was having my husband’s baby, and they wanted to take my shelter to build their dream home?
“We’ll need to liquidate it or transfer the title.”
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He tapped a signature line. “If you sign now, we can avoid a nasty fight in court. It’s the practical thing to do.”
“But I won’t sign it.”
“I doubt that,” Karl replied with a thin, predatory smile. “Don’t cause problems. This will move faster if you just cooperate for once.”
“And if I don’t?”
His eyes hardened into flint. “Courts don’t favor sentimental projects, Simona. They favor property rights. You’ll lose anyway. Think about that.”
“If you sign now, we can avoid a nasty fight in court.”
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I couldn’t stay in the house after that.
I drove straight to the shelter. It was evening, and the building was quiet. I walked through the rows of kennels, touching wet noses.
“Hey, girl,” I whispered to Daisy, our oldest resident. “You’re not going anywhere. I promise.”
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