What deal?

Chapter Three.

Ria's POV.

I didn't know if I should be excited or not after reading the text.

"I'm getting divorced." I blurted out at their presence, with my head bowed in shame. I covered my mouth after I had realized had done. I didn't mean to say that out loud.

"I knew it! I knew the marriage wasn't going to last because you latched yourself to him like you were a parasite! I bet you must have cheated on him after seeing someone better." Maddie mentioned clicking her tongue as she looked at me with her lips curled.

"That wasn't the issue! If only you knew it was your daughter..." I held back my statement, knowing fully well that she was not even going to support me at first.

 Even if she realized that her daughter slept with my husband, she would still support her.

"What did my daughter do? You want to bring up another lie?" Priscilla, who was at my front, scoffed. She moved a step closer to me since there was barely any space between us.

"I wasn't expecting him to change his mind that way! I bet he must have given me a chance to bring what he had always wanted from you. The only reason he married you was to use you." She whispered in my ear with a very soft voice, making me shiver.

Wait! What did she mean by that? What was the reason why he married me? There were a lot of unanswered questions going on in my head.

"Keep on fantasizing. He is using you also." I walked past her and moved up to where Maddie was standing.

"Please, can you let me stay here for just three months till I get a stable job? Please." I changed the whole topic entirely. There was no place for me to go after getting divorced from him.

There was no way I would be collecting his alimony after what he did too. I still have some self respect left in me!

"Three months? Is this some kind of joke? Just because we let you in doesn't mean you can stay her." Maddie fired back at me with a sneer raised at the lip of one side.

"Mom! You can let her stay for a month, and that way we would be able to keep an eye on her." I might hate Priscilla, but I was happy that she would get to talk some sense into her mom.

"Okay then, a month!" Maddie finalized her statement and then walked up the stairs. I inhaled sharply and exhaled immediately.

"The pin to the house is 0275; you shouldn't be disturbing us with the doorbell." Priscilla walked past me, telling me the pin.

I didn't know what made her change her mind easily, but there was one thing I knew for sure, and that was the fact that I would see hell!

That was another reason why I needed to get a job as soon as possible. I went straight up to my room.

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*A Few Week Later*

Miguel and I walked out of the court with different copies of the document we signed in our hands.

"I'm finally free." He stretched out of his hand while I watched his actions from his back.

He turned back at me, handling a check to me. "This is the alimony. It looks like you don't have anything with you! You should use this to take care of yourself." He handed over an envelope to me.

I hissed loudly, walking past him like he doesn't exist, "Are you insane? I'm talking to you." He walked back to my front.

I wasn't in the mood to get into a fight with him.

"What else do you want? I'm not accepting that from you. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore." I removed his hands, which were right on my shoulder.

"Are you kidding right now?" He chuckled slightly.

"Are you starting to miss me already? Do you have a problem with not letting me go? You never wanted me to leave, even after I asked for anything no divorce. What made you change your mind?" I squinted my eyes, questioning him.

"Oh that! My brother offered me a deal to change my mind. Imagine how huge that deal was going to be for him to be able to convince me." Miguel stated with a really huge smile on his face.

"What was the deal?" I think I might own Luca a 'thank you.' But how was I going to thank him after all the words we have exchanged in the past 

Why would Luca do something like that? We were not really close when we were at college. He was almost in his final year, while Miguel and I were freshmen.

He was also 4 years older than me; he should be 31 years old now. I am currently 27 years old, which is the same age as Miguel.

"You should ask him yourself. There is no way I would be telling you the kind of deal my brother made with me." Miguel mentioned, and then I walked right out of him.

"I want to pack my clothes at your house." I shouted at Miguel as he almost entered his car. I should have done this before the divorce.

I ordered a cab and then drove off to his house. It wasn't long before I got there and then entered the pin to his house. He hasn't changed it yet!?

I entered the house, and then I heard a sound that was coming from the store!? Was that a thief? He was the kind of person who didn't accept visitors. I also knew he kept a lot of valuable things in the store which can be very useful to the thieves.

He didn't ask to have any maids working for him! So who could be in the storeroom? 

I took the racket, which he always used to play basketball, as I slowly entered the store. 

I turned on the light and then saw a man who was in the room. He was only on short as he flexed his muscles while he carried the porcelain that was in the store.

How could a thief be this comfortable at someone's house? 

"Who are you? What you doing here?" I spoke slowly, holding on to the racket tightly as I faced it in his direction in case he tried to do something so stupid.

Sweat trickled down my face as I held onto the racket, my legs were in a steady position. My palms were starting to get really sweaty. My left hand traced my pocket looking for my phone in case something worse might happen.

"I should be asking you that instead." He said as he slowly turned, and it happened that it was Luca.

His hands rubbed his sweaty, cold face. There was no emotion on his face. 

"I'm so sorry. I thought someone came in here to steal." I apologized almost immediately. My hands got more sweaty, seeing him this way made me more nervous.

"Yeah yeah. What are you doing here? I thought you two were divorced already." He changed the entire topic, like he was way more interested in that topic instead, but still no emotions on his face.

Why was he acting like we were friends? We have been enemies ever since we met! We always got into petty fight even when we were in college.

"I came here to pick up my clothes. What about you? What deal did you offer to him that made

him change his mind immediately?" I questioned him, while I waited for him to give me an answer.