Hello everyone, it's been a while since I updated but I have school and whatnot. I'm sorry for the non-detailed court scenes, I'm obviously not studying law lol...hope you enjoy this chapter.
Was I expected to ignore whatever was happening in front of me, only across the room? The perfectly shaped champagne flute wine glass in my hand felt heavy, the sparkling liquid in it tempted me and before I could account for it, I had downed more than four rounds. I wished I could ignore what was happening and turn the other way, act oblivious but I could feel the pitiful gazes of everyone in the room. They knew just like I did, and they pitied me.I motioned for one of the waiters to refill my glass and continued to burn holes into my husband’s perfectly ironed suit. Only but a year and a half ago, I was the one that stood beside him with his arm around my waist with the attention of all in attendance on me. If I spent another second staring at my husband’s arm around another woman, the glass in my hand would have shattered. I took a deep breath, placed the glass on a tray carried by one of the workers and walked out of the huge hall.I walked down the hallway until I found an empty
CHAPTER TWO (2 and a half years before)I was beginning to think my life was terribly unfortunate, I was a double orphan and had no one to rely on. Even my job was only contractual and could end on any day, the only person in my life that I could consider a friend was my roommate and even she did not seem too keen on having me as a friend. My only interactions with my roommate were silent greetings and simple and short questions. As for my workmates, they avoided me and only called on me when there was something to be done.Perhaps my last foster parents had been right and I should not have pursued a career in hotel management, I only ended up on the second floor of a huge company with a small desk in the corner of the room and my seniors forcing me to do their workload, not that I could reject. I was just a mere and unimportant employee while the hotel management knew them.I stretched my legs as far as I could under my cramped desk with files under it. This day had gone on longer th
CHAPTER THREE Ridley sat in my house a little too comfortable, as though he belonged which was crazy because for the period I had known him, he avoided his brother’s house like the plague but this was the second time her was here in only a week since the last time. I watched him silently as I stood by the archway that led to the kitchen. He was seated by the dining table with his leg crossed over the other and a glass of water in hand. It was terrible and mannerless of me to mention but he looked stunning, all those magazines and articles had failed to capture his true essence.“I admire a good stare but you’ve been staring for far too long, should I be convinced that you want me and not my brother?” His cocky voice brought me back to reality and I was reminded of the stupid narcissist he was.“And lead me towards more heartbreak? I’ll pass.” I answered before walking to the table and taking out a seat that was opposite him. “Why are you here?” I asked.He smiled his usual playful sm
CHAPTER FOURI groaned as I parked my car in the underground parking lot of Stetson headquarters and stayed planted in my seat for another five minutes trying to talk myself out of the absurdity I was about to do. I scratched at my scalp and moaned in regret. This was not bound to be a good idea, it was a rushed decision and I kept telling myself to put my car in drive and leave but somehow I could not bring myself to do so.The image of Maria entering my office and trying to put up the front that she was better than me kept playing in my mind and ending up like her seemed like the path that was laid out for me if I did not act quickly. Perhaps not even a trophy wife, I would probably only end up as the bitter forgotten wife with the rate at which Ashton was making public appearances with Dorothy. That was a fate I did not want for myself, to end up worse than Maria.My hand went to open the car door but I shook my head when I thought of who I was going to see. Sure, Ridley had put fo
CHAPTER FIVE (2 and a half years ago)My hands moved animatedly as I clapped for yet another undeserving employee of the month for our department. Yet again, it was another female with a blessed bosom and a face that deserved to be on an advert for the hotel, not behind one of the managerial desks. The employee of the month, Margaret was a beautiful woman that was rumoured to be in a secret relationship with one of the directors. I was not one for workplace gossip as most of my colleagues shunned me anyway but it was pretty clear that Margaret was letting one of the higher-ups have their way with her.Margaret smiled brightly and tried to put up a fake front as the bouquet of flowers was being handed to her, but it was pretty clear that this was not a surprise to her. I was not self-righteous or entitled but I believed I deserved the title of ‘employee of the month’ more than her—perhaps even employee of the year. She did the least work in the department and spent most of the time in
CHAPTER SIX (TWO AND HALF YEARS AGO)Lou, my roommate sat in the seat that looked straight to the door of the apartment and cocked up an eyebrow just as I entered the apartment. I could feel and hear her judgement from the distance between us. She hummed while her eyes followed me throughout the apartment, tracing every movement of mine.“What is it?” I asked when I could not stand her stare anymore.“Another shiny and expensive car dropped you off today,” She acknowledged and I gave her an incredulous look.“So?”“It makes the neighbours and I wonder if you are a…how do I put this?” She leaned forward and looked into my eyes. “…a corporate whore.” She finished off.Over the few months I had lived with Lou, I had grown to accept that she had a frank and rude tongue, with no regard for what she said. The more her words rang in my head, the more offended I felt.“Excuse me?” I said calmly but maintained a vicious glare.She leaned back and raised her hands in the air. “No need to get ma
CHAPTER SEVENThe ice in my drink slowly melted, and my patience ran thin. My eyes darted towards the entrance of the café and I sighed. Ridley was messing with me and if I did not need him as much, I would have left when five minutes had passed our agreed meeting time. I looked down at my watch and groaned, more than twenty-five minutes…I had been waiting for more than twenty-five minutes. That was unacceptable, no matter how much I needed his help, I did not appreciate looking desperate or like a fool.One last gulp of my cool drink and I stood up, ready to leave. It was safe to say Ridley had either stood me up or forgotten that we were supposed to meet up. I could not believe he did this to me, it had taken all my courage and ego to get my phone and dial his number just to ask him to meet up.After paying my bill, I walked out of the café and went to my car in the parking lot and just as I was opening the door, I heard Ridley’s voice calling my name and I turned around.“Hello, de
CHAPTER EIGHT My head felt lighter than it had in months, and I had managed to get a full night's sleep as well. Every fibre of my being looked forward to this day. The day had finally arrived, our plan was being put into motion, and even though I dreaded the public's reaction the most, I had to admit that imagining the looks on the faces of people like Maria Stetson had me excuted; she did hate both Ridley and me. I wore one of my best pant suits, a teal blue one and paired it with black stillettoes. Leisurely, I ate the breakfast that Florence prepared and took the key for my car once I was done. I was walking out of the house when Ashton's black Mercedes came through the gat and stopped right in front of the house. I almost smiled to myself, clearly knowing why he was here so early in the morning but I put up an oblivious face and stood quietly, feigning surprise. Had he not called last night, I would have genuinely been surprised and happy to see his car pull up in our driveway
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Ridley had finally sorted out the issue about the lawyer—well, more like he had called in a favour from one of his former friends from university who was a very qualified lawyer. When Ridley described all the cases, Harris, his friend had taken on and won, I was amazed, he was an upscale and high-profile lawyer and his work vouched for him. The best part about Harris was that despite being Ridley’s friend he had proper etiquette and took his job seriously; I had noticed it over the few times we had met up to discuss the case.Just like in this moment as he sat opposite me at the dining table while going through the case files. He looked every bit a lawyer, with a well-pressed suit, neatly combed hair and dark circles under his eyes. A part of me admired how committed he was to his work.“Answer me this,” He looked up and I nodded. “Has Mr Stetson ever assaulted you, in any way?” He asked and I shook my head just as quickly because Ashton may have been a cheater and ly
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (2 YEARS AGO)Ashton and I had settled into a routine. He would pick me up from my apartment in the morning, and we would drive to work together, of course, I would enter the building before him much to his disdain, and once the day was over, he would drive me back home. I had grown even more comfortable around him, maybe a bit too cosy. I had not told him but over the last few days, I had grown smitten for him. His actions made me blush knowingly and unknowingly and I was frightened that if he had not caught on, other people had.No matter what feelings I was developing for Ashton Stetson, I had to ignore them and not act on them. His interaction with me was already taboo and I was so grateful for our friendship as it was, pursuing something more would ruin one of the only good things I had going in my life. Other than not risking our friendship, there was also the most important fact that he was my boss.I sank back into my seat and sighed, the first crush I had in
CHAPTER SIXTEEN“Ridley! I swear, I will barge into your room!” I continued to pace in front of his bedroom door while looking at my wristwatch.No response came and I could hear scrambling so that meant something was happening and he was not just ignoring me. We had a meeting with Ashton and his lawyer pertaining the divorce and even though I had reminded Ridley the day before, personally set his alarm and went as far as writing it on his hand, he had still woken up late.Now, here I was trying to hurry him up and we only had fifteen minutes to get there and the drive to the place we were going was not a short one. Seeing Ashton was the last thing I wanted to do especially after he had ousted me out of his house, a place I considered mine as well and had memories in—though most of them were terrible. Nevertheless, I still had to do this if this divorce was to happen quickly and I could start my life anew.“Ridley! I swear if we find them gone, you are starving for the entire week!” I
CHAPTER FIFTEENI probably forgot to mention that Maria was a very dramatic woman and that her son always hid behind her skirt. Ashton was like a young boy still under his mother’s protection, waiting for his mommy to speak for him. Even during the good times of our marriage, he did defend me, but sometimes I could see that he would rather pick his mother’s absurd point of view. Hence, I tried all I could to avoid bumping heads with her.Yet once more, here was Maria Stetson, hurling insults at me and tossing out my luggage while Ashton stood by the door with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. I moved toward my suitcase, which was lying on the ground with clothes pooling out of it. I watched Maria in disbelief as she walked out of the house once more with another suitcase and threw it to my feet.“Florence, bring this ratchet whore’s belongings and dump them here!” She yelled out and blew hair out of her face.“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked her as I looked at the pile
CHAPTER FOURTEENAfter multiple meetings in the morning, I was stumped. All I wanted was a tall glass of juice and a soft bed to lie down. I could not get what I wished for yet, I had to go through a departmental meeting as well, at the least I was glad that it was the last for the day and all I had to worry about afterwards was paper work and emails.Lisa carried my files as we made our way to Ridley’s office which was close to mine anyways. Ridley’s office was huge and had a huge table on the left side of the room for smaller departmental meetings such as this. When Lisa and I entered, all the seats were almost taken up with only three seats remaining. Ridley’s assistant came over to me by the door and led the way to the seat next to Ridley. I took my seat and nodded to him, to which he gave a smile before looking at everyone.“Okay, everyone is here. Shall we begin?” He began enthusiastically.By the time the meeting ended, my body was sore and I kept rubbing the back of my neck. I
CHAPTER THIRTEEN The divorce papers were right in front of me. I had read them numerous times but could not bring myself to put my signature on any page that required it. I ran my hands through my hair and scratched at the scalp. It was not supposed to be this hard, especially considering everything Ashton had done to me. All I had to do was sign and give him the papers—of course, he had no idea that I had divorce papers ready.I leaned back into the couch, lay my head on the back, and looked up at the high ceiling. Anything to get my mind off my failing marriage was interesting. I had promised Ridley that I would get this done with but a week had gone by and the papers remained in the top right drawer of the desk in my office. Ridley asked me about it on Friday morning and I managed to get away with an excuse of be
CHAPTER TWELVE (2 YEARS AGO)My nervousness had reached an all-time high. Today would be my last day at Stetson Hotel if I was not offered a permanent job, and quite frankly the chances of that happening were zero to none. I had been unable to sleep and for the past week, I had been on the lookout for any listings of available jobs or cheaper apartments. Despite checking every single newspaper every morning and different pages on my phone, I had not seen any job that was particular to my expertise. Jobs were just that scarce, and the apartments were just as expensive.I buttoned my shirt all the way and folded the collar before wearing my pants. I only owned two pantsuits and the navy blue one I wore today was my lucky one- well it was the best one and so I attributed it only to good things. Maybe if I wore something cute and flashed my ass around, my name would magically appear on the list of permanently employed contract workers.When I walked out of my room, Lou was seated on the c
CHAPTER 11 Shockingly, Ashton was still in the house when it was morning. I found him at the dining table, picking at the food on his plate. It almost reminded me of the past, of what we had and how we would have breakfast together, and Ashton would stick to his sweet coffee that I still did not have a liking to. He looked natural except for his bouncing leg and nervous look. There was no need for him to be nervous or uncomfortable; after all, it was his house, too. I walked past him and straight to the kitchen because I had to leave Florence with a few instructions. His eyes followed my every movement, and I could feel them on me at the back of my head, like an irritating itch. "What?" I turned to him after telling Florence to move my things into the guest room. "You don't have to change rooms because of me," He said, but I shook my head. "Of course, I have to. You and I can't share a bedroom," I said instead and adjusted the sling of my purse over my shoulder. After grab
CHAPTER TENWhen Ridley proposed "letting loose," the first thing I thought of was a club and getting wasted. After all, he had already offered me a cup of wine. I was insistent on refusing and going back to work. He kept trying to get me to accept, but I was hellbent on going back to Stetson Hotel despite the backlash I expected to receive after what had happened. Multiple articles had already started appearing, and Ridley had shown me some of them.The last thing I expected was to end up in an ice skating rink. This was Ridley Stetson, the infamous bad boy, and Cassanova, an ice rink, was the last place I thought he would bring a person to as an idea of fun. I looked at him like he was an alien when he led me to get a pair of ice skates."Don't look at me like that. I skate all the time." He turned back to me before looking back at the person that was giving out the skates. "What's your size?" He turned to me again."Um, it's-""We have adjustable sizes, actually." The man behind the