Convenience

A convenience marriage. A name on a bit of paper: Giving him access to vital and timely funds. Her name supplied finances. Nothing more. Nothing less. He knew he didn’t love her. He knew she didn’t love him. The marriage was temporary. David had read Beatrice's eyes and knew, that she like him had the divorce card available and had no qualms should the time come to use it. He remained in Auckland and she lived in Raglan. Five years had passed with neither formally applying for a divorce. But now David wanted that divorce. The only problem now, is the woman standing at the podium had his surname and wore his ring on her finger, but she was nothing like the woman he’d married. Having seen her, he had changed his mind about their divorce, just a shame that she wasn't on the same page.