DIVORCE: HIS BIGGEST REGRET

Valerie Will

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As I sat in the lobby, tapping my legs impatiently on the floor, my eyes darted to my watch. I had waited for my husband in the lobby for over an hour.

He instructed the receptionist to keep me there until he was ready to see me. I didn't have any choice but to wait since it was the only chance I could get to see him these days.

I couldn't even walk up to his office anymore because he asked the security guards not to let me in under any circumstances.

The wait felt like an eternity.

While I waited for him, I couldn't help but think about how we got to this point. Patrick and I were such a perfect couple.

Everything went well between us and I was envied by most of the other women in the city. People always talked about how lucky I was whenever we went out for events.

They didn't fail to shower us with praise whenever we posted on social media. I liked the fame and the attention. But I didn't feel the same way when Patrick started acting differently.

Our lives were being scrutinized by the public, so somehow, they managed to know that we were having troubles in our marriage.

Patrick didn't show up with flowers to my trailer anymore. Even before we got married, he always brought gifts and flowers to my movie sets.

He continued that tradition but everything stopped abruptly.

I always wondered what went wrong.

Whenever I tried to talk to Patrick about it, he would act uninterested and give me a lame excuse for rescheduling the conversation.

It was clear that we were drifting away from each other, but I couldn't think of any reasonable explanation for why it was happening.

The uncertainty was killing me. I wanted to know how we would move past this awkward stage in our relationship. Patrick was making it difficult for me as he wasn't giving me the chance to talk.

Letting out a deep sigh, I stood up from the chair.

I was getting impatient and didn't have much time to waste. My assistant was already blowing up my phone because I was meant to be on set about an hour ago.

"Can you call him again? Are you sure that he knows I'm here?" The frustration in my voice was palpable as I asked the receptionist.

She nodded, giving me the same response as she did earlier. "Yes, Mr. Banks is aware that you are around. He will see you whenever he is free."

I held back a scoff.

I couldn't do anything to the receptionist because she was just doing her job. I rolled my eyes and let out a defeated sigh before turning around and making my way out of the office.

Patrick clearly didn't want to speak to me.

If he wanted to, he wouldn't have kept me unattended in the lobby for over an hour. I should've gotten the hint