The Unexpected Turn

SELENA'S POV:

A FEW WEEKS LATER:

“We are here Miss Selena.” The chauffeur announced, finally making me aware of my surroundings.

It had been about two weeks since I had been heartbroken, divorced and I lost everything, and two weeks since I turned twenty-one. It was worth reckoning because that night, my family's lawyer, Mr George, who had been our lawyer since I was a kid informed me that in the multitude of properties, companies, money, that my parents had left for me, my grandmother and parents had still set up a trust fund for me.

And that was his surprise for me.

As soon as I told him what had gone on between David and I, he had sent cars to pick me up and during those few days, he and his wife, Miss Daisy, had been so good to me, they never scolded me but I have learned a great lesson. We finalized the documents and I received everything secured for me in the trust fund, deeds to property and one of my mother's company, as well as a handsome amount of money.

They were all located in Resiph, about a six hours flight away from here and after so much wallowing in my pain, I realized I needed to get up and start my life all over again but I needed to do one thing.

I needed to meet with Henry Scott, Sandra's fiancé. 

Did he know Sandra was cheating on him? Was it in all their plans to use me for my kindness? Why didn't he come for Sandra?

I was curious and I needed to know, in order to turn over the chapter and move on. Before traveling here, I had gone to the house, I had to sneak into my own house with David, with the help of Maria who had helped me enter while they were gone. I grabbed a few documents, my birth certificate and some pictures of my parents and a few of my other belongings in my box.

While I was about to leave searching for my car key, Sandra and David barged in holding each other along with a whole lot of shopping bags from various designer stores. I froze in fear and my heart hurt when I saw the two of them.

 

The rage in David’s eye at the sight of me, had me wishing the floor just opened up and swallowed me. He laughed and licked his lips sharply, “Where do you think you’re going with all of that?”

He rushed towards me and snatched the box for me, “Have you forgotten what I told you? This belongs to me, you fool! And right now do you know what I plan to do? Burn this!”

He rushed outside and I followed behind him begging, not because of the clothes in the box but because of my photo album inside.

“David please don't do this” I pleaded and tried to grab the box but he aggressively pushed me to the concrete floor and Sandra happily handed him the lighter.

“DAVID, A WHOLE OF PICTURES OF MY PARENTS ARE IN THERE!” He simply mimicked my words, lighting it up and Sandra happily did the same and suggested going to bring more my ‘trash’.

In an attempt to hit him in anger , I only got thrown to the floor again and Sandra laughed, calling me ‘pathetic’.

“I’ve been looking for ways to divorce you or just kill you, I have been so happy since you left. So don’t you dare bring your disgusting self or I will kill you, I put that on your grandmother’s grave.”

So I left with the documents, birth certificate and just a picture of my parents and I as well another little picture of my grandmother that I had saved and nothing else, with my heart full of pain and mind disturbed by their words and actions.

However, I had discovered Henry Scott resided in Resiph as well, which was great in a way since I was starting my life here and I had arrived last night. 

I booked an appointment with him, which was right now, scheduled around five. I'm pretty certain I was one of the last people he was meeting with.

“Thank you.” I appreciated my new chauffeur, Waters, and hopped out of the black white Mercedes-Benz, dragging down my royal blue gown which hugged my curves like a glove, hiding all my bruises and scars. 

I straightened my hair and let it down, and applied light makeup. I felt pretty before leaving my house but with the stairs from the employees who were already heading out, I wasn't sure anymore.

The receptionist stared at me for a whole sixty seconds with a facial expression I couldn't read, before directing me to the top floor for my meeting with their CEO.

I couldn't help but feel nervous as I stood in the elevator and it had nothing to do with the man in a black leather jacket who kept tapping his feet repeatedly and pulling his fingers. 

Was he as nervous as I was?

We both went our separate ways without uttering a word to each other and I headed to the secretary's desk.

“I'm here for my meeting with Henry Scott. Selena Brown.” It felt weird saying my maiden surname, and not David's.

“Right this way, Miss Brown.” She had a polite smile on her face, as she directed me into the office.

His office was luxurious, wide and cool as it was warm outside. It had such a calming atmosphere and when we stepped in, he was staring out at the city with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Sir, your five o clock is here.” She announced and he turned around, instantly locking eyes with me.

We stared at each other for what felt like forever, but his stare was intense, it was like he was staring into my soul so I cleared my throat and looked away.

“Thank you, Elsa.” He appreciated and she cleared her throat, shutting the door.

“You are beautiful.” He blurted out, gazing at me with the most intense gaze ever.

I stood in my spot like I got stuck and scratched the back of my neck awkwardly feeling my cheeks turning a light shade of red at the compliment.

He thought I was beautiful? 

I thought he was a beautiful man as well but unlike him, I'd never say it out loud. I had seen pictures of him and he looked good but standing before him, with the sunset rays on his amazingly crafted face with white shirt sleeve rolled up, I was amazed.

This had to be the most handsome man I had ever laid my eyes on. 

He took a seat and smiled, mesmerising me further as he looked ten times better with a smile on his face. 

“Are you going to stand there, beautiful or would you like to have a seat?” His voice was deep yet soothing and the way my name rolled out his tongue sent shivers through my spine.

Stay focused, Selena. This isn't what you are here for.

I took a seat and heaved out a breath, trying to ignore his eyes burning holes through my face. 

“I am Selena Brown, daughter of Christian Brown. And ex-best friend of Sandra Keith. Does that ring a bell?” I raised my eyebrow and he looked at me with a furrowed eyebrow. 

“I know who you are and who your father is, which is the major reason I agreed to this meeting. But your best friend or ex- best friend doesn't ring a bell.” He leaned back in his seat, watching me and I stared back at him, chuckling a bit.

“Come on, Henry Scott. My best friend, Sandra, was going to get married to you some weeks back in Luresia. This is a picture of her.” I handed him my phone and he looked at me still confused.

“I don't know who this lady is, I have never seen her a day in my life and I have never even been to Luresia.” He handed me back my phone and I could see the sincerity in his eyes which only crushed me.

“So she lied.” I chuckled humorlessly. “My husband was really the man in her life all along, you didn't exist in her life, you didn't impregnate her, there was never a romantic engagement or wedding plans. It was all to make money off of me and play games with me.” I laughed again, and a hot single tear rolled down my cheek so I quickly wiped it away.

“I am so sorry for wasting your time and it was just something I needed to clear up. Thank you for meeting with me.” I stumbled on my words and rose to my feet, scared to meet his eyes.

He must think I'm crazy or pathetic.

“Selena.” He called out as I turned around, ready to dash out of his office and I met his worried gaze.

“Would you like to join me for dinner? You know…to apologize for wasting my time and to talk about your ‘so-called’ fiancée. Amongst other things.” He held eye contact with me while I debated on going to dinner with him or not.

I agreed reluctantly and it turned out to be one of the best decisions I made in a long time.