06 Leaving and Goodbye

Isabel’s POV

I look at Alexander, my cold eyes piercing through his.

His demeanor is icy like it always has been. Looking unsettled.

I wonder what could be going through his mind. 

Who am I trying to deceive? He’s definitely thinking of his night with Cynthia.

The thought of what could have gone down between them came crossing my mind.

I tightened my jaw.

I’ll never forgive them both.

He wants a divorce? He gets it. I’m done been the good and understanding wife of an unfaithful bastard.

I signed the divorce papers without hesitation, storming into the room to get my stuff and leave the hell outta here.

Did Alexander think I’m going to beg for him to not end this marriage? 

I can't even stand being in the same room with him.

He disgust me!

Not after what I saw the other night at the hotel.

I used to think Alexander loved me, I used to think our marriage could be saved. 

Tears well up my eyes.

To think that I almost told him about my pregnancy, thinking it could bring us back together. I say, letting the tears roll down my cheek. It’s so hard keeping my tears well up, but I immediately wiped it off. 

I won’t let myself be seen as a caricature, not anymore. 

I can’t believe he’s been having an affair with my best friend all along! 

No wonder… no wonder… more tears rolling down my cheek, and again, I immediately wiped it off.

My heart aches.

I had doubts about the message I received from the restricted number. 

I wanted to believe I was being played, because I trusted Alexander a lot!

But the night came, and Alexander wasn’t home. 

It  was supposed to be our two years anniversary. I pack up each of my stuff into my suitcase. Making sure I leave nothing behind.

After having a night with my best friend, he comes serving me a divorce? 

He got some guts!

My jaw tightened, almost aching.

I sat on the bed, trying to keep my breath steady.

I used to break my back trying to make Alexander happy. Trying to be what he wants. 

Wear what he wants, listen to every commands he gives because I wanted to be a good and dotting wife. 

But never again.

I did everything I could to be a good wife to him, a wife he could be proud of.

I even neglected the number of times Cynthia told me to divorce him.

Cynthia is such a snake!

No wonder she’s was all bent on me getting Alexander divorced.

She has always wanted to have Alexander.

At first, I was reluctant about telling my marital issues with her, but when I finally let it all out to her, what she suggested was for me to divorce Alexander.

Our meeting at the hotel, began off well when she was acting all nice and friendly, only to be left with words about divorce later into our discussion.

She was so persistent! 

I clenched my fist hard, furrowing my brows.

She even said my problem is that I was afraid of starting all over again and want to keep being in a marriage where I’m no longer happy. 

Yes, she’s right.

I’m no longer happy, a scam marriage.

A marriage where promise isn’t kept.

A marriage where my husband cheats with my best friend! 

My head aches. 

I rub my hands on my temples, but it only gets worse. The feeling, the pain and everything.

I’m going to prove to Cynthia that I’m not afraid of starting afresh. 

I still remember the look she gave me the other night at the Euphoria’s club house, when I arrived to see her and Alexander in bed together.

Her look plain, no shame or regret— only a cold, triumphant glare. A twisted smile curled on her lips.

The nerve of her to say it was all Alexander’s choice.

That he forced her into this.

Each word pierces my heart like a dagger.

Alexander slept so peacefully on her bed, like I had ever seen in the past year.

I left the scene, my vision blurred with unshed tears. But I held back my tears, refusing to break in front of her.

My heart broke to pieces at the sight of it all.

“Infact, she can have Alexander all to herself.” I say to myself, raking my fingers through my hair, and pushing it back with more force than necessary. I scoffed, trying to release tension that seems to weigh down on me, exhaling slightly.

I don’t need a husband that sees nothing wrong sleeping with my best friend, nor does my unborn child need a father that has no love or respect for his mother. 

Thinking about my child, I slowly place my hand on my stomach, as if telling my baby that we’ll be fine. We can get through this.

In a flash, I was done packing up my stuff, letting them down the stairs at a time. 

Monica, our housekeeper came to me, her eyes welled up with tears. 

I’m sure she must have observed the event and now knows that I and Alexander have parted ways.

Monica has always loved me, from the very first day I came in as Alexander’s wife. 

She’s always made sure everything at home was set right.

And sometimes try to talk me out each time she notices the sadness in my eyes.

“I’m going to miss you Ma’am, let me help you with your bags.” She says, trying to steady her voice. 

I gave a slight nod, trying to hold back tears from dropping down my cheek. “I’m going to miss you too, Okay, thanks Monica.”

The air between Alexander and I feels tense. 

Our gaze met for a while, but I quickly turned away.

As I left the king’s mansion, my heart ached, my breath shaky.

It all feels like yesterday when I arrived the mansion as a bride, but today I’m finally leaving everything behind.

Everything that once felt like a home to me. 

I’m going to make Alexander and Cynthia pay for deceiving me, and ruining my life!