Divorce

“I want a divorce,”

Marcellus said as he stood at the center of the spacious bedroom, coldly facing forward with a gloomy expression. 

Sumptuous fabrics, exquisite furnishings, and a delicate lighting fixture near the bed created a cozy atmosphere. The walls were adorned with artwork to give the room a unique touch.

Startled, Larisa sat on the edge of their king-size bed wearing her night robe, as she inquired incredulously, "A Divorce?" Not expecting this from Marcellus so suddenly.

Marcellus had forewarned her on their wedding day that this would be the outcome, and since then she had been on edge. Despite knowing that it would eventually happen, she never expected it to be this soon.

Marcellus coldly declared to Larisa, "Yes Larisa, I'm done with this marriage. I have given it my all, and I want to be with the woman I love."

The phrase "the woman I love" from Marcellus felt like a sharp needle piercing Larisa's heart. She had always known he had never loved her, and yet she had still hoped that he would come to love her once they were married.

Larisa rose from the edge of the bed, the illuminating light fixture and the natural sunlight streaming in from the window accentuating the paleness of her skin. 

Her long brown tresses flowed down her shoulders and her full bust moved as she walked towards Marcellus, the pain from his last statement not preventing her from approaching him. Standing breathlessly close to him, he cast his gaze downwards to her delicate oval face, blue eyes, and rose-colored lips.

In a soft tone, Larisa took hold of Marcellus's arms. "Marcellus," she implored, "Can't we stay married while you're with her? Must we divorce first before you can love her? Even in my presence, it is possible for you to love her," She spoke as her trembling lips attempted to contain her tears, and she glanced up at Marcellus imploringly.

She had been in love with Marcellus since she was a child, fulfilling her lifelong dream of becoming his wife and bringing his children into the world. 

She felt that he had loved and treasured her while they were younger, convincing her to accept his father's request and marry him. Nevertheless, the person he now loves is somebody else.

Bending his head to meet Larisa's average height, Marcellus coolly commented, "I can't, Larisa - not this time. I have endured two years of marriage and succeeded in bringing Clara back into my life despite the challenge of my parents' opposition. This happened all because of you!!" 

Marcellus' square-shaped face and sparkling brown eyes, along with his thick lips and a neatly trimmed beard lent him a perfect visage, complemented by his tall and well-built physique as countless women swooned at his feet. 

Should he glance in their direction, these women were more than willing to take Marcellus away from Larisa.

Despite the hurtful words he said to her, Larisa managed to smile at Marcellus, finding herself unable to deny the attractiveness of his face and body, even at this painful moment. In her sweet, alluring voice, Larisa whispered, "I still love you, Marcellus," gazing up at him with a gentle smile.

Shocked by her proclamation, Marcellus snapped in anger, "Are you crazy, Larisa?! I just told you that I want a divorce, and here you are, telling me you still love me?!", the fury in his voice not provoking the usual fearful reaction from Larisa.

 Larisa Madison has been even-tempered and compliant since she was a child. She has always done her best to keep Marcellus pleased and content. 

Larisa pleaded, "Marcellus, can't we just stay married? I swear, I won't be a nuisance! I won't question you, I won't be a burden. Please don't make us go through a divorce." Tears began to stream from her eyes, the ones she had been suppressing.

Marcellus, still looking down at Larisa, declared in his deep voice, "Stop with the infantile speeches and the infantile sobbing, Larisa. Don't act like a little chick attempting to get its way with a cry."

Before she could get a word out, his phone started ringing on the small shelves near their king-sized bed. He walked over and smiled when he saw the name on the caller ID.

He briefly glanced over at Larisa. "I'll be back soon. Think it through; I need your response soon," he said before answering the call.

With a gleeful smile, he exclaimed, "Hello, Clara! How was your night? I haven't been able to stop thinking about you!" He then left their bedroom, making his way to the living room and then the courtyard.

From the other end of the phone, Clara happily declared, "I can't stop thinking about you, Marcellus! Now that you're the CEO of Huxley Corporations, we can finally be together!"

Marcellus beamed, his eyes sparkling with joy. "Yes, my love! My father can't prevent me from bringing you back anymore! Two years ago, he tried to conquer me by threatening to disown me and get me married to a money-hungry woman - but it won't happen again. I'm in charge now," he proclaimed confidently, causing Clara to erupt into laughter.

In a gentle tone, he said, "I need to do something significant to get you back soon, but I'll fill you in later. Right now, I'm going to get busy, my love," he said as he smirked.

Marcellus Huxley had always been cold, vehement, and domineering towards Larisa, whereas he had always been cordial and caring towards others including Clara and his parents.

Marcellus re-entered the bedroom, prepared to obtain Larisa's response. He arrived to find her brokenly weeping, her body shaking as she sat on the bed.

Marcellus stood there and gazed at her; he had never wanted to distress her, which is why he had warned her the day they got married.

Moving towards his briefcase, which was located on the shelf, he posed indifferently, "What's your response now, Larisa?”, as if he hadn't noticed her sobbing.

Larisa wiped away her tears and peered up at Marcellus. In a faint voice, she declared, 

"I'm pregnant, Marcellus."