Divorcing Him

LUCILLE

I wore a grimace on my face as I lazily got up from the couch I dozed on last night while thinking of the things I could do to soften Ramsey's heart.

I glanced at the time and realized it was already past 10 am. I must have been really tired to sleep for such a long time.

He wasn't in his room and he wasn't outside. That means he was already at work.

I went upstairs to one of the rooms but certainly not the master bedroom.

Just as I finished applying the final touch on my dressing which was putting lip gloss on my lips, Francis knocked on the door.

My countenance changed when I heard the knock. Could it be that Ramsey was already back?

I opened the door and saw Francis. He flashed a smile as soon as the door opened.

He had the gentlest smile ever. His complete set of whitish teeth glimmered as he extended his mouth to talk.

Not like the Almighty and Narcissist Ramsey... Mentioning his name in my head made me roll my eyes absentmindedly.

"Good morning, Miss Lucille,"