A divorce?
My eyes fluttered open the next morning with Vivianna’s words just at the forefront of my head ‘As long as he doesn’t file for divorce, you’ll be fine’
I sprang up immediately to find out that Dante hadn’t returned home the previous night after he had told me ‘Go home, we’ll talk when I get home. I just have a few meetings to round up”
What meetings are you rounding up at a party?
But I listened to him because I loved him, because I didn’t want to annoy him further, maybe if I was complacent enough he wouldn’t have to divorce me, I listened because I still wanted to be his wife.
I got up from the bed and headed downstairs to the dining section and the moment I reached there I froze, stopping dead in my tracks and my stomach falling to the pit of dread in my stomach.
“No no no no” I cried internally. There was a white envelope placed neatly on the table, like a subtle effect to cushion the blow from the contents of the white envelope. Right there, on the envelope was my name Helena D’angelo. I picked it up immediately and tore it open and there it was – Dante filing for divorce.
A certain rage enveloped me that instant, he said we were going to talk, he said he was going to come home and we’ll talk, and he never did. I didn’t want to waste anytime, immediately I changed my clothes, throwing on a simple jean and an oversized sweater to cover the areas that I was beginning to fill up and I went to Dante’s company. I walked briskly inside, avoiding eyes with anyone that could recognize me and alert Dante that I had shown up unannounced. I had never really been at his company but I knew that his office sat at the highest floor so up the elevator I went.
I got to his floor and I came face to face with his secretary, the slimy voice I always heard when I called him at work, skinny, tall and a million dollar fake smile that I could spot from a mile away.
“Excuse me” she echoed while I tried to walk in without speaking to her first.
“I’m here to see Dante” I said to here, turning to give her half my attention, because the other half was concentrated at Dante’s door.
“Mr D’angelo is not in right now, but I could take a message” she rang in the metallic voice that infuriated me.
“Bullshit” I muttered under my breathed and sprinted towards the door before she could reach me in her 6 feet inch shoes, I flung the door open, my mouth fell open and I paused in my tracks – again, and for the second time because my husband was turning my life into a movie.
There he was, his face buried in between the legs of a long – haired woman with striking eyes as she turned around to look at me, shock written all over her face.
Gianna?
Immediately Dante’s eyes locked with mine his eyes immediately clouded with anger, a certain darkness hovering over them that I shivered a little bit. Then he stood up, straightening his tie and wiping his mouth clean.
“What are you doing here Helena?” he thundered, walking towards me and I waved the letter in his face timidly.
“What – what is this?”
He looked from the letter to my face, his jaw setting in stone and without saying a word, he grabbed me by arm and pulled me out of his office and down the winding corridor until we got to a private corner, I didn’t miss the smirk on Gianna’s face as Dante pulled me out.
“Is that her?” was the first thing I asked “Is that Gianna?”
Dante looked surprised at the mention of her name “How did you – you know what it doesn’t matter. I’m divorcing you, the love of my life is back in town and I’m not letting her slip from my hands again”
“At the expense of our marriage? Our marriage was an alliance deal” I tried to emphasize but it looked like this was a decision he wasn’t going to revisit
“I’m sure the De Luca clan has grown more forces and can take care of themselves, I don’t think they’ll be needing an alliance deal and I’m ready to pay the cost” which was true because my father’s mafia dealings had grown stronger ever since I got married to Dante, that was the whole point of the marriage,
“Don’t do this” I tried to plead.
“What exactly are you begging for Helena, were you truly expecting me to fall in love with you. Look at you, you used to be a dancer, you’ve let yourself go – you’re no longer beautiful, judging from the fact that that was the only quality I used to marry you”
My mouth fell open but no words escaped them, his words burned a hole in my chest and I felt the painful sting of tears hit my eyes but I couldn’t do let them fall, not in front of him at least.
“Sign the papers Helena and leave”
FRANCE, PARISFIVE YEARS LATER“So what Helena, are you coming for Vivianna’s wedding or not. Your sister needs you here” my mother droned on me, just after I was done with my performance at a fundraiser in paris where I had been living since I signed those divorce papers.“I’ll think about it mama” I did not want to attend, neither did I plan on attending but I knew my mother’s guilt tripping skills were going to come into play very soon.“No Helena, there’s nothing to think about. You take the next flight down here, Vivianna is getting married and the best part, she’s marrying for love and not as a shady deal for your father’s business, how can you miss that?”I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me, I was walking down the street still mostly dressed in my ballet attire but I had switched out the shoes for a more comfortable converse shoes.“Rub it in my face mama”“Oh come on Helena, everybody misses you. This is your home, you can’t run away from home forever, I thought
I swallowed hard, trying to summon the strength to speak, to tell him to let me go, but all I could do was stare back at him, lost in those dark eyes of his. I hated him still, his dark charm was not enough to erase the years of hurt I had spent trying to forget him.“You look – different” his words hung heavy in the air above even with his hands still latched around my waist burning a hole through my skin, and I pulled myself away from him.“You disappeared without a trace, no good byes no nothing” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on me, but I refused to let it show. I had spent too many nights thinking about this moment, about what I would say if I ever saw him again.“For good reason” I shot back“What reason?” he asked, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming.I forced myself to meet his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. “It doesn’t matter anymore, we’re divorced and if you don’t mind I’d like to go back to the party, I
I could still feel the goose bumps on my skin even long after the party had ended, with Dante’s last words still echoing in my ears. His voice ran deeper than usual, an unusual scruff encasing his voice that proved he truly wasn’t bluffing.And I do not bluffOf course he doesn’t bluff, he wasn’t bluffing when he brutally divorced me five years ago and desperately clung to his slimy ex like it was his last life line. I could still see the dangerous glint in his eyes glaring at me, laying claim at what he had discarded years ago. He didn’t what other men touching me, I didn’t want other women touching him either but he went ahead to do whatever he pleased, just like he always did and I couldn’t complain, I couldn’t lay my own claim because I didn’t matter.Now that I was back better and prettier, he wanted me back. He didn’t want me at my worst, what made him think he deserved me now that I was better. I knew I couldn’t stay, not with him closer than ever now that Vivianna was getting
“I guess I’ll be able to make the performance after all” I said into my phone as I stared at my reflection at the mirror. It was my ballet instructor Margaux, firm as a rod but was the sweetest woman when she let down her tight bun and slipped into some comfortable converse instead of her ballet flats.“I thought you wouldn’t be back until after a week, is the wedding done already?” I was already unconsciously stretching my taut muscles just at the sound of her voice, and I could imagine her rallying around me, nagging until I got my postures correct.“Slight change of plans Margaux, I need to be back, I almost forgot why I left in the place” I said, I could imagine the slight nod of her head as she said “Alright then, see you when you get back, I’ll place you in the line up”“Just one hour Helena, and it’s done, you’re far away from here, away from him and away from where the truth matters”Just one hour.I sang it like a mantra.Mama and Papa weren’t too pleased with my decision to
I never made it to the airport, just one hour had turned into several hours later and that moment I was stuck in the hospital with my brother’s blood smeared on my face and the creamy dress I wore stained with his blood.“It was the Anotti clan” I heard Paulo say to my distraught sister and mama. Mama was hysterical, papa had been shot same with Luca, but Luca had died on the spot and Papa was in critical condition and from the looks of it, he wasn’t going to make it.I couldn’t listen anymore to mama’s hysterical sobbing after the doctor announced that Papa indeed didn’t make it, I needed to leave, go somewhere the smell of antiseptic and bad news wasn’t clinging to me like a second skin. My legs were shaking, but somehow they carry me forward into the hot afternoon air.I stumble out into hospital courtyard, gasping for air, feeling like I’m in a nightmare but just as I step out, I see Dante approaching.I don’t have strength for thisImmediately, I turn back around willing myself to
DANTE’S POV“The Anotti’s are going to pay for ruining my wedding brunch”I tapped my cigarette on the coffee table, a glass of whiskey in my hand while I listened to my cousin Paulo drone about how he was going to get back at the Anotti’s for what they did to the De Luca’s. It was all mouth of course, it wasn’t his fight and the only reason he seemed so upset about it was they were ruining his whole wedding experience with Vivianna, she seemed like a sweet girl but I doubted Paulo was doing it for love. No man in Algreen Cove got married based on just love, marriage was business for us, I’m offering your something and I want your sweet virgin daughter in return.Now this trailed my mind back to Helena, our marriage had been an alliance deal, strictly business, she would play the sweet doting and faithful wife and I helped her Papa move his goods across state and that was it. I didn’t have to be faithful, the D’angelo men were never faithful but as her luck would have it, I didn’t tou
HELENA’S POVI hear the gun shot, thick and loud, slicing through the suffocating air while my arm was held captive by Tony Anotti, the heard of the Anotti gang and apparently the one my father owes a large sum of money. My body reacts before my mind can catch up, a visceral jolt of fear rippling through me as I try to duck under the nearest seat but Tony holds me in place, his eyes widening from the suddenness of the sound. For a moment, I’m back at the brunch – my brother’s weight pinning me down and his blood dripping on my face. Panic claws at my throat, threatening to consume me.“Stay still woman” Tony swipes at me as I struggle in his arms, I see my sister and my mother holding each other in fear as the rest of the congregation scrabble out of the church from the sound of the gun.“Run” I tell them “Go – now!”They were hesitant to leave me behind but my sister pulls my mother out and a subtle relief ripples through me except it didn’t last, because just as they run out another
“So you want a marriage of convenience?” I watch him light another cigarette and takes a slow drag, exhaling the smoke in a lazy, deliberate motion “And let me guess, with no strings attached?”“I’m not going to be some puppet for you to control and do as you please. We get married for show, you pay off my father’s debt and we keep up the charade for a year at least and I go back to Paris, back to my life”He let out a soft chuckle, the sound low and dark, sending a shiver down my spine but I wasn’t done yet “I have rules, rules that we have to abide to if we want this to work”He doesn’t take his eyes off me “Speak Helena” why did he always have to call my name like that? causing the hairs at the back of my neck to stand at an awkward angle. I couldn’t meet his eyes anymore, whatever courage I had managed to summon in the last minutes was slowing dying with each second he fixated his dark eyes on me.I took a deep breath, steadying myself before I spoke “Rule no. 1, sex is off the tab