Divorce
Celine pov It was our third anniversary, and I was overwhelmed. I have long awaited and anticipated this day. I was going to try to win my husband's love. Sure, I knew that my marriage was going to work, even if it's not been a bed of roses for these three years. I was determined and undeterred in my pursuit of a happy and loving home full of emotions and everything good I had even imagined. I woke up that morning feeling relieved and full of existence, and without hesitation, I hurried with the chores, freshened up, and made his favorite meal. When I was done, I hurriedly checked in the Glorcies store to get his favorite wine when I noticed we ran out of it in the wine chamber. I almost stormed into a moving vehicle in an attempt to hasten up the preparation and setting before his arrival from his weekend business trip. Entering the mansion, I paused to take a deep breath, tapping my chest and reaffirming that plans were in place and it was going to work out. I knew Harry would be back in an hour, so I hurried over to the bedroom to change over to something much sexier while I got set to welcome him upon arrival. Moving towards the bedroom, the door was widely opened, the atmosphere was tense, and the sound coming from the bedroom almost blew me off my feet. “Arhh, bbabby, f**k me harder,” her moans filled the air. What was going on in there? I was shocked, so I entered the room. The sight that greeted me blew me off my feet. My body started trembling, my heart palpitating. I stood struck dumb in disbelief and shock, tears flowing freely from my face. He was f**king the hell out of her on our matrimony bed on our anniversary day, which was so disheartening. I stood there in shock and disbelief, my heart racing as if in a mincer. I couldn't believe what I was gazing at. If anyone had told me that Harry would do this to me on this special day, I would have laid abuse on the person. I know these three years have not been roses, but I never for once thought that Harry could betray me in this manner, not to mention being a who's to our matrimony bed. It really hurts. He was damn busy thursting. I stood there watching, and tears streamed down my eyes, uncontrollable. He stopped making love to me, distancing himself and giving me a cool attitude, but he was busy making love to another. What a life! They were oblivious to my presence at first until Harry pulled out of her, and she opened her eyes after reeling from climax. In that moment, she caught sight of me and gasped, tapping Harry's back for his attention. When his gaze met mine, no trace of remorse was etched on his features; all I could see was hate, irritation, and anger. I knew I couldn't stand there anymore, watching the man I loved and spent my three years with betray me like this, so I took on my heels downstairs. I got to the living room and threw myself on the couch, burying my head in my arms, and sobbed. I wasn't expecting him to follow after me; after all, she never loved me. So this is what he has been doing behind my back, and today he decided to bring his whore to our home, the very one I have spent three years of my life building. I felt really hurt; it was as if my heart was no longer in its place. I sobbed yet more. The plans, the preparations, oohh! I was there, still in pain, when his hoarse voice came roaring, “Oh, there you are?” his tone devoid of emotion, his expression unreadable. I stood up, and our gaze met in an intense stare with silence. He was never remorseful; his expression was one of irritation and disdain. I broke the stiff silence and spoke, “Baby, why?” I am trying very hard to compose my tone politely. “Don't baby me,” he yelled, stretching a file I was oblivious to. “Take it, sign it this very minute, and leave. “what's this?” I asked in shock. “Divorce papers, and I need your signature on them right away,” his voice wept unremorsefully. “I don't think I want to continue in this marriage any more; I have gotten all I ever wanted in you, and it is time you leave my house. I know you married me for my money, but I am done, and I want you out of my house,” his words laced with fury, their warmth lingering. His words shredded my heart into tiny little pieces; I couldn't comprehend what I just heard. Was I being used and doped? tears streamed more. I couldn't hold back the urge to confront him at this instant. “How could you be so heartless and ruthless that you did this to me? I have been nothing but a loving and faithful wife to you. Despite the humiliations and harsh treatments from you, your mother, and your sister, I still stayed living with you uncondituonal and hoping this marriage works, and now you look me in the face to tell me it's time I leave your house. How could you be this mean after betraying me?” I lashed out at the anger caged inside my heart. I was expecting him to plead or melt by my words; this was the first time I ever talked or yelled back at him, not afraid of his bullies, which I was already used to. But he was mean and ruthless, holding my wrist tightly. “How dare you?” His eyes filled with fury, and his tone pitched. “Now sign this and leave before I do something drastic to you. Seeing him in such a mood frightened me and took the living life out of me; the tears halted momentarily. I picked up the divorce paper, and my eyes scanned through it. I couldn't believe he was leaving me with no penny. I was from a poor background, living in the slums with my sick mother, who was a maid in the family mansion. I I turned my eyes, and our gaze met. Sure, he read my mind without spilling a word. The tears that streamed choked my words, making it impossible to alter a word. “Yes, you came with nothing, and you leave with nothing,” his tone arrogant. I wanted to plead, but at that instance, my heart became much heavier and his gaze was intense with dismay and anger. It took much for me to carry; I had to leave. So with clouded emotions, I signed the divorce papers and left with the little shabby bag I had brought to his house three years ago. He refused to leave me with anything I ever acquired in his house, only those I could leave with. Isn't that cruel and disheartening? How the rich treat the poor, not to mention the one man I have ever lived with and given my all to...PregnantI left the house almost in a hurried state with no clue of where to go from there. We had no property in our name, and Harry had refused to get one after the demise of my mother.With no clue in view, I decided to check into a hotel with the little savings left. I hailed a cab and went straight to the hotel.Hopefully, I got a room for a considerable amount and it fit my budget, so I paid for two days with not enough money left to sustain me for the time frame while I chased an alternative plan.Entering the room, I threw myself mercilessly on the bed, and tears welled down voluntarily. I sobbed uncontrollably until there were no more tears left. My eyes were red and puffy. My entire look was a mess. Lying there, I wished my family were never poor. If I were from a rich home, he wouldn't have humiliated me the way he did. The urge to end my life surged, but it was withheld when I thought of my childhood ambitions of being a successful jewelry designer to make my mom proud. Un
REJECTEDWithout any delay, Evelyn and I hailed a cab to Harry's house, hoping to break the news to him and, hopefully, that he might take me back. We arrived only to find the gate locked with new padlocks. It seemed no one was in the building; the cars, security, and gatekeeper were all gone.I was stunned by the sight, and so was Evelyn. Our gazes locked, and I could only gasp.“What’s happening? Why does it look like Harry has vacated this premises? It doesn’t look like anyone is here,” Evelyn asked in a concerned tone, her fears evident in her expression.I was shocked, my heart racing, and my lips parted. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Having been married to Harry for three years, this had always been our home—his only property that I knew about. If he had truly relocated or vacated this property, where could he have gone? Harry was a very reclusive person; he liked doing his things without involving anyone.I was left in the dark about whatever he did. I was clueless
Harry's POV I have never loved her from the beginning; I just took advantage of her mother's illness to marry her as orchestrated by my mother to execute our revenge. She is a loving and hardworking woman who happened to be a victim of my revenge plan. Poor her, having to pay for the sins of her mother. I must admit that during the first year of our marriage, I was nearly falling for her love. She wouldn't stop trying to win me over—family dinners I barely attended, house chores, the laundry, early morning routines. She did all these regularly, but I never let them affect me because I had always wanted to inflict pain on her, not the other way around. Loving her was against the plan, as I was already married to Lily and had a son with her. I hid my real family from everyone, including my friends, to ensure my legitimate wife, Lily, would not learn about my fake contract marriage with Celine. The marriage was fake and remained hidden until our third anniversary when I decided to gi
JOBWe stopped and waited for the guy to approach. It seemed his eyes had been on us from the moment we entered the bar.He approached and stood in front of us, scrutinising us from head to toe. When he met our gaze, he smirked victoriously and left.“So, psychos also come to this joint?” I asked, turning to Evelyn, who was also shocked by the guy's performance.The joint looked decent, so I wasn't expecting to see such a stunt pulled on us.“Are you sure you are safe with this job?” Evelyn asked in a concerned tone, having witnessed the scene earlier.I tapped her shoulder. “Yes, I can. It's just for the time being. I will be resigning as soon as another job shows up,” I spoke calmly. “Not that I have a choice,” I added with a smile.She watched for a while. “Just make sure you are safe,” she said, her tone filled with emotion.“Anyway, I spoke with my friend, and she accepted you to stay in the vacant room in her place. I have already paid for six months. You will be staying there
HIMThat was Jack, the handsome tall dude that every girl in the bar was dying for. He was actually a speck, you know. I freaked out the moment he approached and took a closer look at me, my heart racing, not expecting to get a sack directly from the boss himself. “Oh please, I wasn't expecting to cause a scene, just that the urge struck me badly leaving me with no option but to dash out. Oh, I'm sorry. Please, I need this job. I need to pay my bills and make a living. I don't have anywhere else to work aside from this.” I muttered in my thoughts, freaked out by his constant gaze.Then he took some steps closer until he was dead close to us, my head still lowered in anxiety, my body almost trembling. The fire set ablaze when he finally spoke. “I think I like you already,” his words ensconced with emotions and calm like an iceberg. I couldn't comprehend what he just said. It took about half a minute before those lines made sense to me. “He likes me? But how?” I asked in my thoughts, s
KISSStill seated in the cab, everything became numb. I couldn't comprehend the sudden turn of events. I was snapped out of my thoughts when my phone beeped, almost startling me. I hesitated, then composed myself before taking it out of the bag without looking at the screen to identify the caller.“Where are you?” the caller swiftly demanded. I quickly took the phone away from my ear to see who it was; the voice wasn't familiar.“Oh, Evelyn?” I inquired, as the voice sounded different.“Yes, girl, it's me. Sorry, I have something in my mouth. Can we meet? I have some news I want to share with you.”“Sure,” I replied abruptly. What I needed at that moment was someone to lean on, to wake up and realize everything that had happened was just a nightmare and never existed. But would that wish ever be granted?“Meet me at Marshall Suite,” she said, and with that, the call ended.“Ma, where to?” the driver inquired.I provided him with the directions, and he nodded, quickly focusing on his d
DATELooking straight into my eyes, he let out a reassuring smile and dipped his hands into his suit pocket. I was stunned, unsure of what to expect, so I widened my eyes, narrowing them as I studied his features.“And what...” My thoughts were interrupted when he leaned forward. I felt the urge to step backward, but I couldn't. He had this captivating aura that I couldn't resist. It felt like I was pinned to the spot, unable to move. The more I tried, the more frustrated I became. I gave up and stood under his intense gaze, sighing deeply.Then, he pulled his hands out of his pocket, revealing what looked like a handkerchief, with which he wiped the part of my forehead where he had earlier planted the kiss.Stunned by his actions, I stood still in disbelief, trying to comprehend what was happening. Unable to utter a word, he smiled and said, “May I have the pleasure of taking my lady out?” He gestured, bowing his head and extending his hand toward me.Subconsciously, I accepted his h
Jack's povGetting her to do my bidding wasn’t far-fetched; I knew exactly which buttons to press at every moment to make her fall head over heels for me.The moment I saw her in the bar, her face looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I had met such beauty before. It wasn’t until Sam leaned forward and whispered that she was Harry’s ex-wife that it clicked.I smirked victoriously. Having my rival’s ex-wife wouldn’t be a bad deal at all. My plans were smoothly falling into place. She was an innocent, gorgeously looking lady with an elegance that drew every man’s attention. Such beauty was wasted in Harry’s possession. That man sure has the nerve, thinking the world revolves around him. But no, it doesn’t. His little world is too small to withstand the pressure when it comes.Watching her walk away when I arrived at the bar wasn’t clear to me, but whatever the case, it would soon be revealed. I was undeterred in my revenge plan. Harry must dance to the fierce beat of the jungle wh