Angelina in shock when she received the divorce papers from brodie😱 Full Story below👇
Angelina in shock when she received the divorce papers from brodie😱
[Setting: Late evening. Angelina is alone in her apartment when a knock at the door breaks the silence. She opens it to find a courier, who hands her an envelope. She reads it... and her hands start to tremble.]
Angelina (whispering to herself):
What the hell is this…?
[She rips open the envelope. Her eyes scan the words: Petition for Divorce – Filed by Brodie K. Sinclair]
Angelina (calling Brodie on speaker):
—ring—
—ring—
Pick up, Brodie. Pick up.
—ring—
click
Brodie:
...Angelina.
Angelina (voice shaking):
You better tell me this is some kind of mistake.
Brodie (quiet, but steady):
It’s not.
Angelina:
You sent me divorce papers without even having the decency to speak to me first? After everything?
Brodie:
I didn’t want a fight. I didn’t want to make this uglier than it had to be.
Angelina (raising her voice):
No, you just wanted to be cowardly. You wanted to disappear and let paperwork do your talking.
Brodie:
You knew we were falling apart.
Angelina:
Falling apart is something people try to fix! Not abandon! Not—whatever the hell this is!
[Pause. Heavy silence. Both breathing hard, tension hanging between them.]
Brodie:
I tried. For months. And you—you were somewhere else entirely. Always distracted. Always cold.
Angelina:
Cold? I was fighting for us. You just weren’t looking!
Brodie:
Were you? Because I’d come home to a woman who barely looked me in the eyes anymore.
Angelina (soft, bitter):
So what... this is it? After five years, you mail me a funeral notice for our marriage?
Brodie:
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wanted to talk... so many times. But every conversation turned into a landmine. I didn’t know how to reach you anymore.
Angelina (teary, voice cracking):
So you just quit? Without giving me a chance to fight back? To understand?
Brodie:
You always made me feel like I was on the outside... even when I was standing right next to you.
Angelina:
Because I was scared. I didn’t know how to say what I was feeling. I thought if I just held it all together, it would pass. That we’d come out stronger. But you… you let go first.
[Another pause. The air feels thick. The pain in both their voices deepens.]
Brodie (quietly):
You don’t know what it’s been like waking up next to someone who feels miles away.
Angelina (angrily):
And you don’t know what it’s like waiting for your partner to fight with you—not walk away.
Brodie:
I was drowning, Angie. And every time I reached for you... I found nothing.
Angelina:
And now you’re choosing silence over answers? A lawyer over your wife?
Brodie (voice wavering):
No. I’m choosing peace... over years of pretending.
[Angelina leans against the wall, sliding to the floor, papers still clenched in her fist.]
Angelina:
So what happens now?
Brodie:
I sign... you sign... and we let go.
Angelina (coldly):
Just like that?
Brodie:
It’s not just like that. It’s every quiet night we didn’t talk. Every hug you didn’t return. Every "I’m fine" that meant "we’re dying."
Angelina:
You blindsided me, Brodie. I didn’t even know we were this far gone.
Brodie:
We’ve been gone. You just refused to see it.
[Long silence. You can hear Angelina trying not to cry.]
Angelina (finally):
If you walk away now, there’s no coming back.
Brodie (after a long pause):
I know.
[Click. Call ends. Angelina stares at the papers. One tear falls on the signature line.]
[INT. ANGELINA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT]
The phone call ends. A cold, suffocating silence settles in the room. Angelina is still on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, the divorce papers crushed in her trembling hands.
Angelina (whispers):
No… no, no, no…
She tries to breathe, but it comes out in stutters. Her chest heaves. The weight of what just happened crashes down on her like a wave.
Angelina (sobbing):
How did we get here?
How did I not see it falling apart?
Her hands are shaking violently now. She presses them to her face, trying to hold herself together — but she can’t. Not anymore.
Angelina (screaming into the silence):
WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST TELL ME YOU WERE HURTING?!
The words echo in the apartment, unanswered. Mocking. Empty.
She looks down at the papers. Her vision blurs with tears, and one falls, landing right on Brodie’s signature.
Angelina:
You didn’t even say goodbye…
You just signed your name like we never meant anything...
Her sobs deepen, full-body, gasping sobs. The kind you don’t come back from easily. The kind that only come when something inside you truly breaks.
She curls tighter into herself, the papers limp in her hand now. She’s not reading them anymore. She’s holding them like they’re a piece of him. The last piece.
Angelina (whispers, barely audible):
I would’ve waited for you.
I would’ve done anything...
God, Brodie... I still love you...
And finally, she breaks completely. The silence of the room is filled with her cries, raw and uncontrolled. Nothing dramatic. Just a woman alone, drowning in grief that no one else will see.
FADE TO BLACK.
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