Henry our butler told me Emily had actually signed the divorce agreement, and I’m not going to lie, I was surprised.
“She also got into a Rolls-Royce, Sir,” he told me when I returned home that evening.
Retreating to the living room, I settled down in front of the fire Henry had made.
I can’t believe that she really did it. I honestly didn’t expect her to sign the papers so easily! I dwelled to myself. But this was what I wanted, was it not? I had longed for Nancy all these years, and finally, we were together.
But who was the owner of that Phantom? I couldn’t recount Emily knowing anyone with such a fancy car.
Henry came into the room, handing me a cup of tea to help soothe my nerves. Whenever I was in a foul mood after a long day at the office, Em would always make me a cup. He probably gathered from everything that happened today that I desperately needed one.
I took the first sip and instantly tasted something wasn’t quite right.
“Henry, how did you brew the tea? It tastes a little…strange? It’s Earl Grey, correct?” I asked him.
“Yes, Sir. Earl Grey with one and a half sugars and a quarter fresh milk. It’s just the way Mrs. Walker used to make it for you, and I followed her instructions to a tee, I’m certain,” he flustered back, a look of uncertainty clouding his face when he used my wife’s, I mean, ex-wife’s name.
Emily had left a notebook in the kitchen recording my preferences, from how I like my breakfast in the mornings to the way I take my tea.
Has she always been this thoughtful? Maybe I just never took note of it before, a pang of guilt rising to the surface.
My mind trailed off and left me wondering where the slight hurt in my heart was coming from even now, even though our divorce was finalized and even though I didn’t love her?
The devil on my shoulder suddenly reminded me of what I had seen earlier in Hattonshire. With that, I picked up my iPhone and dialed my secretary.
“Hi, yes, John, it’s me again. Have you heard any further results from our little investigation?” I questioned him, a little too eagerly than I liked to admit.
“Yes, Sir, I have it all right here,” he responded, “The Rolls-Royce belongs to a Mr. Richard Stewart who is the heir to his family’s billion-dollar company.”
The name Richard Stewart was not unfamiliar to me. He was the president of many multinational corporations and had ranked in the Forbes’ Top Ten list of most influential businessmen last year.
I had to know what Emily was doing with a man of such esteem and wondered how she had won his heart over.
“But it gets worse, Sir,” John continued, “I also did a little deep-diving into your wife’s life. Something didn’t quite add up after I heard that one, Sir.”
“Go on, John, spit it out.”
“Well, you see, Sir, it appears Emily isn’t the woman you thought she was. We couldn’t pick her up on the system, either...”
Listening to the news of my wife’s fake identity, I sat there flabbergasted.
“Thanks, John. That’s all I needed to know. Good job,” and I hung up the phone.
An hour later I was still glued to my chair, my cup of tea now cold, when my phone rang. Jake’s ID popped up on the screen. My best friend couldn’t have called at a better time.
“Up for a nightcap, Freddy boy?” asked Jake as soon as I answered.
“A nightcap you say? Sure, let’s meet at our usual spot.” I replied. What had happened recently annoyed me. I really needed a place away from home to vent.
We arrived at The Blue Knight, a high-end establishment.
“I’m so sorry gentlemen, but the entire bar has been booked out for the night,” said a pretty, well-dressed lady at the front waiting entrance, “there are only a few private rooms left on the second floor if you’d like to sit there.”
“That’s strange. We’ve never had this before. Are you sure you can’t squeeze us in?” said Jake with a charming look.
“I’m sorry, but it’s a private event. No outside guests allowed,” she replied.
The bar was renowned around the city as one of the fanciest, the drink prices only affordable to people like myself. Are there some young, rich people in town I don’t know of?
“Fine, fine, let’s do it,” I decided for us. I’d like to know who these people are.
When Jake and I were halfway up the stairs, we heard a sudden cheer belting from the first floor.
Curiosity getting the better of me, we retreated down the stairs to take a look at what was causing such a stir.
Around the room, hundreds of employees appeared to be celebrating the appointment of their new female boss.
Popping a bottle of champagne on stage and singing out to her employees, I was vaguely able to make out a very attractive woman in gold heels through the mass of crowds surrounding her, her fine jewels catching the light from the chandeliers above.
“Wow, buddy, I know you’ve only just split up with Emily, but would you get a load of that beauty! I wonder who she is. I’d love to take her home,” Jake joked.
I couldn’t help notice how familiar she seemed, even from a distance. Racking my brains, I couldn’t remember such a wealthy woman. It was usually the men who got all the glory.
Squinting my eyes and looking closer, I realized that it was…Emily! It can’t be!
As two men approached her, getting closer and closer to the stage, I couldn’t bear it any longer. I felt a flood of jealousy overcome me, grabbed a champagne flute from a waiter floating around, and smashed it to the floor!
Emily’s POVAs a way to welcome me into my new position, my staff had organized a large shindig at one of the elite venues in town, signaling the start of exciting times to come as their new boss. “Tonight is all about reclaiming your long-lost happiness, Em. It’s been a minute, hasn’t it,” I thought to myself on the drive there. Gone were my days of suppression, and playing the role of a good, obedient stay-at-home wife. I hadn’t fully realized how subdued I’d become during my marriage to Fred, a shadow of the vibrant person I was before. But I knew those times were over and I could finally be the Emily I used to know. For now, I’m simply going to enjoy myself. Halfway through the evening, I was giving a speech on stage, opening a bottle of Moët to toast the crowds when the buzzing atmosphere was halted by a sudden uproar! Peering through the masses, I had to blink twice to believe my eyes…Fred, yes, my ex-husband Fred, was pushing his way through the crowd and elbowing my coll
Fred’s POVThinking about the scumbag in front of me, I wanted to beat him to a pulp all over again! A flurry of security guards arrived, and with them the owner of this nightclub, Elijah. We were friends from college days.“Elijah, forgive me about the uproar, but man, that guy came out of nowhere!” I said and tried to suppress my anger.I didn’t know what the hell was that about. It wasn’t like me to act this way, but when Emily was attacked, something overtook me and I just couldn’t stop.“Fred, please don’t mention it. I never meant for any of this to happen. My apologies,” he replied and turned to his security. “Guys, let’s clean this mess up and get this buffoon out of here. Amp up the security, too,” he ordered. Patting the assailant down to make sure he had no weapons on him or had stolen anything, one of the security men pulled something from the man’s left trouser pocket: a small bag of white powder. Not only had he tried to hurt Emily, but this guy was clearly on drugs,
Emily’s POVOpening my eyes, I felt an immense throbbing sensation in my head. A hangover from hell greeted me, signaling just how much I’d drunk last night. Also, speaking of last night, I wonder what happened? I couldn’t remember much. I remembered it was a staff party but the rest of it was a blur. “Oh my God,” the memory flooding back, “Fred was there, too!” Out of all the people, why did it have to be him? He was the last person I wanted to see and for a very long time at that. The memory of it made my head spin even more. On top of that, today was my first day as the new boss of the subsidiary — that much I did know — and I needed to pull myself together. Glancing over at my bedside clock, it was already 6am. Dammit Em, I needed to start getting ready, I didn’t want to be late on my first day. Gulping back a glass of water and a couple of painkillers, I quickly showered and dried my hair. It smelled like vomit. I ran my fingers across the business suits and expensive dre
Emily’s POVLeaving the office immediately after our phone call, I drove straight to the hospital. Approaching the ward, the family were all there, and everyone, even Fred who had asked me to come, looked surprised as I walked in. I realized then that it was probably my appearance more than my presence, or maybe a combination of both. Coming straight from the office, there hadn’t been time to change my suit, and no one had seen me dressed this way before. Fred’s eyes fixated on me, and Nancy was staring intensely. She was summizing me from head to heel, surveying my diamond necklace and matching earrings with jealous eyes. “Hi, Emily. Thanks for coming,” managed Fred after a few seconds, “Grandad has asked to speak to you, alone. We’re just on our way out, anyway.” I nodded, and with that, the family exited the room. It was only after everyone was gone that Fred’s grandfather finally turned to me. “Emily, my dear, thank you very much for coming to see me. I know it’s not the most
Emily’s POVMy knee had crashed into one of the pebbled stones. I had hurt myself quite badly, and a bit of blood was dribbling from the injury. Leon immediately rushed to me. “Are you okay, Em, I’m so so sorry! Do you need an ambulance?!” He cried out to me with a look of concern as well as horror. He reached out his hand to pick me up off the ground. Fred was standing a few feet away; a helpless stare on his face, like a cat stuck in a tree unable to get down. Ignoring him, I turned to look up at Leon.“No, there’s no need to make a fuss, Leo,” I stopped him, “can you go and grab a medical kit? I don’t want to move my leg for now.” “Of course, I’ll only be a minute. Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes, I’m sure,” I comforted him. Leo nodded. He was about to grab the kit, but he suddenly turned to Fred.“And you,” Leon warned, "stay away. Don’t get any closer to Emily.” And with that, Leon hurried inside the house. Once my brother was out of sight, and earshot, Fred stumbled over hes
Emily’s POVAfter a few seconds of confusion passed, Fred’s weird question then hit me like a ton of bricks, and regret washed over me. My face turned flush-red and I hoped no one noticed.I wished I had never bandaged the wound in front of him…Of course, it all made total sense when I quickly realized why he was so shocked. Years before we were married, or our first encounter in the United States, I moved abroad in pursuit of traveling the world. After time in Australia, I hopped over to the United Kingdom. Falling in love with London, I decided to take a nursing course where I spent the next year. Our first real encounter happened here. Arriving at the hospital five years ago, Fred came in with an injury. As the nurse on call that night, he was assigned to me.It was a short and quick doctor’s visit, but I was the one who bandaged his injury. Fred never knew it was me who helped him. And if he did, he never mentioned it. Eventually, the incident had become a long-lost memory, un
Emily’s POVWhen will this ever end; is Fred ever going to stop? But I knew his temperament well enough to know that if I didn’t answer, he’d do exactly as he threatened. Instead of ignoring his message, dealing with it then and there was the best option. Dialing his number, his anxious tone shocked me, and there were no hints of wanting to argue. “Em, hi, sorry to bother you so late, have you seen the news?” he asked briskly. “Hi, Fred. Yes, I briefly saw the news an hour or so ago,” not wanting to let up too much. “But I’m really not in the mood to congratulate my cheating ex-husband and his mistress who ruined my marriage.” There was hardly any strength in me left to talk about his upcoming wedding, and with that, I hung up the phone, pulled the featherdown duvet over my head, and forced myself to fall asleep. Tomorrow is another day. Arriving at work the next morning, the whispers among the staff were hard to ignore. My secretary would know what the murmurs were all for. “She
Fred’s POVSince accidentally injuring Emily, I hadn’t seen her. My memory of those bandages continued to haunt me, and I sometimes caught myself randomly thinking about them. In an attempt to escape the nerve-wracking feelings, work had become my new best friend, well even so more than usual. Immersing myself in my job, I had spent the last few days at the office, isolating from the external news, and a little from the world. During another late night, out of the blue, a surprising phone call came through from my grandfather. Usually, our calls were business or immediate family-related. Plus he’d also had the recent health scare. But this wasn’t about any of these. He had demanded to know what was going on in the news, or as he liked to put it “this hogwash blasting through the television.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but he urged me to get in touch with our press team as soon as possible. More confused than I had been in the past week, I immediately checked my iPhon