Marriage and Annulment

Zander is now in the car. Mitch’s apartment was not far away. He wanted to wait for her and kept calling, but he couldn’t get through to her. He noticed a parked motorcycle in front of the apartment half an hour later. When he picked her up, he saw Mitch come down first, followed by a man he saw talking to her in the coffee shop.

The brow of Zander furrowed. He didn’t want to think negatively, but he didn’t see the man in Mitch’s province if he was just a family member.

Zander exited the vehicle and approached Mitch. He called just as she was about to enter inside.

He exclaims, “Mitch!”

Mitch shifted her gaze to him, as if she hadn’t expected to see him. Her eyes were swollen, as if she had been crying.

He stated, “We need to talk.”

Mitch replied, “Not now. I need to rest. I’m so tired right now.”

He asked, loudly, “Where are you tired, and who is this man?”

“Zander, don’t cause a ruckus,” Mitch advised.

“If you explain it to me properly, I won’t make a scene here. Where did you go? Why didn’t you say goodbye to me?” Zander asked.

“There’s no need for me to explain anything to you.”

“Mitch!”

As a result, Zander had no choice but to drag Mitch into his vehicle. The man was going to try to get Mitch, but he told him,

“Don’t get in the way.”

Mitch was thrown into the car by Zander. He didn’t give a damn if she was hurt. He’s only feeling more enraged now. He does not want to deceive anyone by not telling the truth. He adores her too much to be duped in this way.

“Now talk! What happened?” he demanded, his gaze fixed on her.

“Let’s break up, Zander,” Mitch said. “I realized I don’t love you anymore.”

For a brief moment, Zander was deafeningly silent. He must comprehend what Mitch said to him. Later on, he is laughing, but his heart is broken. He goes to great lengths to maintain their relationship, but how come?

“What? You’re just kidding, aren’t you?” Zander asked. “I didn’t force you to marry me because I know there are many things you want to do in life and for your family, but if you just broke up with me because you don’t love me anymore, I won’t let you. I feel like you love me so much, but why does it turn out like this?”

He’s in excruciating discomfort. He can’t accept she’s broken up with him completely, so he’s trying to understand her, despite her excessive habit… He adores the fact that, despite his proclivity for hurts, he is willing to choose a woman or a long-term relationship. But why is that the case? He hadn’t broken any rules. He is completely enamoured with her. Zander will not cry, even if his tears start to flow.

“Please, love, don’t do this to me. If there’s anything in our relationship or with me that you don’t understand, let me know. Just don’t divorce me. I can’t afford to lose you in my life,” Zander said.

Even though a few tears dripped down her cheek that he didn’t see, he noticed Mitch didn’t cry. As a result, it only means one thing. She doesn’t love him  or even pretend to love him. What we had together was a fabrication.

Mitch stated, “I’ve made up my mind, Zander, I don’t want our relationship anymore.”

He asked, referring to the man with her, “Is it because of him?”

“He has nothing to do with it. Thank you for everything. I have to go.” said Mitch

Mitch then left the car. Inside the car, Zander was stunned. Becaus e of anger he hit the steering wheel, tears began to flow. He didn’t mind if people called him gay because he couldn’t stop himself from crying. He has never loved too much before, but it will be a painful experience for him.

He started the car and drove it gently. Despite the fact that his heart condition is deteriorating, he has no intention of committing suicide. He still has family and friends who will love him without causing him any harm. He was going to the city and wanted to get drunk, so he entered the bar. He arrived in the city at seven o’clock in the evening.

Zaneska was concerned, so she attempted to contact Mitch, but she was unable to do so. Maybe Mitch has blocked her phone number. Zander sat in the far corner. He has only recently entered the city’s bar. The place is extremely crowded. And there were many customers in the bar, and there was a lot of smoke coming from people who smoked. He ordered wine and began to consume it. He didn’t answer the phone when it rang because he knew Duke had called.

He didn’t want Duke to speak to him. If Mitch had told the truth, he would have understood, but being abruptly separated from him for no apparent reason is unacceptable, but he still believes in himself. He doesn’t usually beg for a woman.

Zaneska has arrived at the mansion and her room. She was worried about Mitch, but she didn’t know what to do. Duke called when hre phone rang. So she responded.

“Are you sure, Duke?”

“Zaneska, do you know where Zander is? Amara called me and said Mitch and Zander had split up,” Duke said.

She abruptly ceased speaking. Was it because of what she said that the two of them split up? I was only joking about it. I felt bad about what I’d done. I’m destroying someone else’s relationship. Shit! What exactly have I done?

“Hmm, I’m not sure. Because your friend and I aren’t close.” she instructed Duke.

“That’s the problem. I’ve called him before, but he hasn’t answered, and I’m already worried about him. He might have committed suicide,” Duke explained.

“Don’t make that kind of joke, Duke.”

“Of course not. I’m not kidding, Zaneska, he truly loves Mitch, but she just broke up with him. Zander is a nice man. I’m not sure why, but he might not be able to cope with the pain because this is his first heartbreak. His first girlfriend is Mitch,” Duke explained.

Zaneska became concerned seemingly out of nowhere.

“The size of the entire world, Duke. Call his mother or maybe Uncle Agusto. Maybe he just went to the beach house,” she said.

“It’s not there, and his mother is already aware of what happened.”

She exhaled a sigh.

“OK, just call me again when there’s more news about him.”

Duke gets off the phone.

Zander was irritated by the sound of his phone, so he checked it to see who had called. Their mother, by the way. It had to have gotten home from work because it was already dark. He responded.

“Hello, Mom, why?” he asked.

“You’re still asking me why? Where are you? Why did you leave without informing me?” his mother inquired.

“Mom, I just went somewhere; I’ll come home later,” Zander replied.

“Just make sure you don’t do anything bad to yourself; there are many other women in the world; it’s not just her,” his mother advised.

There’s a reason he’s keeping quiet.

“Mom!”

“Zander, you’re my son. I’ve been with you your entire life. You came from me, so I hope if you have a problem with me, you come here and not anywhere else,” his mother said.

“Thank you, mom,” Zander said before hanging up the phone.

Zander’s eyes appeared to be spinning, indicating that he was already inebriated. She became aware of a hand on her shoulder. When he looked at it, he noticed Zaneska’s happy face.

“Zaneska!”

“Silly man, who is Zaneska you say? My name is Laura, and what’s yours?” the woman asked.

He winced because he was heartbroken, but then he saw another woman. I believe he is drunk.

“I don’t need a companion right now, Miss,” Zander said, motioning for her to leave.

“Uh, what do you think? I can provide you with a nice service tonight.”

“Uh, what do you think? I can provide you with a nice service tonight.”

“I don’t require your assistance,” Zander said, sick of the woman.

“Whatever,” the woman said, leaving it beside him. Perhaps she was disgusted with his response.

Zaneska was getting dressed. She needed to unwind tonight, her chest heaving as a result of what had happened. Sh e didn’t say goodbye to the girls because they were already sleeping in the room. She walked through the gate and into the car.

She was dressed in a black jacket, boots, and skinny ripped black jeans. Because she’s dressed all in black, it’s as if she’s going to compete in a race or be a hired killer. She burst out laughing at the thought.

She’d already driven into town and planned to visit a bar tonight. They hadn’t been here in a long time, when they were being pursued by a car and she slapped a jerk man. She looked for another bar to go to and chose one on the other side to avoid any problems if she ever met that jerk man again. She was terrified when she recalled that day.

She parked the car in the available space. She exited and returned inside. The bouncer only gave her a friendly smile. She returned the smile. She took a seat at the bar.

She ordered wine and began to sip it. In her throat, she could taste the bitterness of the wine. Whatever she does, she dislikes the taste of the wine. She only visits this type of location when she is thinking about something.

She took a look around. The smoke from the entire establishment was still causing severe earache. She recognised a man as she rolled her eyes. She believes he is inebriated, but she continues to drink. Because Duke was in the city, he couldn’t contact her.

She was just staring at Zander’s every move. She can tell his life is miserable based on his posture. Who will be happy if you and your partner are suddenly separated? She addressed herself to him in secret.

“Hi, you’re here, and I think you’re a little tipsy; any problems?” she asked, pretending she didn’t know what his problem was.

After noticing Zander blink for a brief moment, he returned his gaze to her.  ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“I know you’re not Zaneska. I’m really drunk. It’s just who I see,” Zander explained.

Zaneska frowned before burst out laughing.

“How frequently have you seen me?” he asked.

Zander even counted his fingers, which made Zaneska smile. It’s amusing how people get drunk because they’ve lost their minds.

“Ten, now get out of my sight; you’re like a spirit to me,” Zander said once more.

“Damn you! I’m still alive, but you’re killing me in your head; this is my flesh and blood,” Zaneska responded.

“Really?” he exclaimed, “I don’t want to believe it.”

“If you don’t want to believe, you take care of your life,” Zaneska said, get back at the counter at the same time.

Zaneska is no longer aware of the passage of time. It’s late in the evening. As a result, she intends to return home. She stood alone, not looking at Zander. Someone called her as she was about to get into the car. She didn’t turn around.

“Excuse me, Miss,” a male voice said.

She fixed her gaze on him.