Chapter 9: Sign The Divorce Papers

~VIOLET~

Descending from the car, I let out a deep loud gasp as I stared at the building in front of me. The last time I left this house, I was taken to the hospital, in the pool of my own blood, by Jose.

I spent three weeks at the hospital before I finally got discharged, and my husband, Stewart never showed his face until I left except the day he came to ask for blood for his beloved, which I blatantly refused.

You might call me a fool but I had sneaked out of my ward many times to peek at him whenever he came to visit Willow. I missed him and I couldn't even say that out. I knew I sounded pathetic but it was hard to forget the only man you'd loved and cherished for years.

"Ma'am, you are back. You should have called me to come pick you up," Jose's voice rang through the air, propelling me to retract my gaze from the mansion and shifting it to him.

I smiled forcefully. "I came home by myself because I am fit and wouldn't want to stress you. Who knows if your boss might go crazy about it?" I muttered and he chuckled, offering to assist me with the little bag on my left hand.

I took a step backward and pushed a hand forward to stop him from taking it. "No, Jose. You don't need to do that. Just go and continue with your work. I have everything under control," I assured him, smiling through my eyes and he nodded after hesitating for a moment. I could see that he felt bad about my refusal, but what could I possibly do when I was scared of embarrassment? I didn't know if I would find Stewart, his family, and his beloved in the living room. For sure, they wouldn't laugh at me neither would I be welcome warmly. The last thing I wanted was to get humiliated in front of Jose, the only worker who still had respect for me in this house after Stewart and his family had turned others against me.

I might be a desperate lover girl, but my respect and dignity still meant a lot to me.

Once Jose walked away, I took a deep breath, summoning the unavailable courage within me. Afterward, I strolled inside with my heart in my mouth. I didn't know what I was going to do if I met Stewart in the living room. Should I kneel, hold his legs, and beg him not to leave me? Should I cry to him and tell him how I cannot survive without him?

Willow was seated on the couch when I stepped into the living room. Her eyes moved to the door at the same time I stepped in, causing them to lock unwillingly. My pathetic feeling diminished the moment I saw the pretender's annoying face and I hissed loudly.

"Oh! It seems you didn't die after all. I thought you were going to die if you didn't get my blood. It turned out that you survived and even got discharged before me," I commented in a mocking tone, walking in and dumping my bag on the couch two feet away from me.

"Yeah! Thank God you didn't give me your smelly, filthy blood. I doubt I would still be breathing if I had taken it," She talked back fearlessly. Her voice was firm and stoic. That brat! I hoped she would be able to maintain the same energy when Stewart appeared.

I giggled, rolling my eyes. "Throwing yourself down the stairs must be therapeutic. Your timid, fragile voice suddenly became loud and fierce after spending a few weeks at the hospital. Whoa!" I jested in a loud voice, taking steps toward her.

"Yes, my dear Violet. It is of no use to pretend to be a softie when throwing myself down the stairs has completed my task. What I wanted from this whole shit has happened. Stewart will divorce you," She retorted with an indifferent gaze. Her shoulder was lifted and her chin was slightly up.

Her level of pride and confidence stank so much that I felt like resetting her destitute brain with a slap. Despite all, I didn't reveal my fury. That would only increase her confidence and prompt her to continue teasing me with her words.

Scoffing, I closed up on her and pushed my mouth to her ear. "Your desperation stinks so bad that it made me nauseous. You are extremely desperate to snatch another woman's husband that you don't care about your life just to hide your fake pregnancy," It came out as a whisper and I lifted my head so that I could see her reaction.

Just as I had suspected, her face changed into a horror. She stared at me with broadened eyes for a few seconds and swallowed hard. She was unable to formulate a logical utterance to defend herself.

"Wh... What nonsense are you saying? Have you gone mad after hitting your head against the wall?" Her tied tongue finally loosened but it wasn't as sharp as before. It was shaky and she couldn't stare into my eyes.

"Nonsense?? What do you think would happen if I reveal your scheme to Stewart? The same man you were ready to kill yourself for?" I threw at her amidst my chuckles.

She blinked incessantly, her mouth opened but no sound was made.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" The angry voice ripped through the air, sending chills down my spine. Goosebumps enveloped my skin and the urge to just hide under the ground swelled. That was Stewart's voice. The fear and anxiety I had successfully locked a while ago returned. And this time, it was in full force.

"Are you deaf? Cat got your tongue suddenly? What are you doing beside her? Are you here to finish the assignment you could three weeks ago?" He blasted without a hint of softness in his voice.

Katie and Madam Josephine rushed to where I was standing and intentionally shoved me to the side with their bodies. I would have hit the floor if I hadn't maintained my composure.

"Willow, my dear. What did this evil woman do to you? Don't be scared, my darling. We are here to keep you away from harm," Madam Josephine asked, twirling her arms and body to check if I had inflicted any injury on her. It broke my heart. Why didn't I receive the same treatment when I was her son's wife? Why did it have to be the same girl who jilted and dumped him?

Willow glanced at me with a pathetic gape and broke into tears, clinging onto Madam Josephine's arm and leaning her chin on her shoulder.

That bastard! She just painted herself as the victim once again. And as usual, nobody would believe anything I say.

"Brother, I thought you guys have agreed to have a divorce. What is she doing in our house? Why does she have to be here with her poverty-stricken body?" Katie scowled, jutting her chin and clasping her fists tightly.

Everything they were uttering didn't get a chance to drift into my ears. My eyes were fixed on Stewart. Inwardly, I prayed he never said anything about the divorce I mentioned at the hospital. It was the wave of the moment that made me make the wrong decision. I didn't mind being the unloved and maltreated Violet. I just wanted to stay by his side and never leave him. And who knows? He might reconsider my affection when he learned about the child I was carrying.

My body shrank and my stomach dropped as I stared at those pair of emotionless eyes. They didn't hold an iota of emotions. It shattered me and I felt my heart twitching and squishing aggressively.

He stood in front of me for seconds, staring at me like I was some sort of shit. Then, he walked to the shelf in the living room, brought out a brown envelope, and sauntered back to where I was standing.

My brows creased as I wondered what that was. I hadn't spent two seconds in my thoughts when he tossed the envelope at me.

"Sign the divorce papers and leave," He said.