DIVORCE

Olivia's pov.

The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. I scowled as I felt the sun ray heavily upon my face.

"Ah, the hell..." I cursed as I slowly began  to open my eyes. The first thing that came to sight was a strange man fast asleep across from me on the bed.

I swallowed a gasp as I threw my hands instinctively to my mouth. Sitting upright on the bed, I look down on myself as bits and fragments of memories of last night flashed across my mind.

"Are you crazy, Olivia?". I say in whispers. "Even though Clinton is a cheater, how could you do such a thing?".

I shake my head, clearing off my thoughts. "For now, let's leave here and deal with this situation later.".

Jumping down from the bed, I picked up my clothes from the ground, quickly changing Into them before scurrying away from the hotel room.

Outside the hotel, I hail for a cab, hop in as I quickly tell the driver my address. I stare outside the window as the driver takes off, my mind wandering back to Clinton and that girl from before, his new mistress.

"Madam". The cab driver calls out to me, bringing me back to reality. "We're here"

"Ohh. I’m so sorry.” I said,  handing him some cash. "Thank you". I climbed down from the cab, staring at what used to be Clinton and I's marital home.

It was high time to bring an end to all this. I decided as I walked into the house. On entering, I saw Clinton seated by the living room but I ignored him as I make way to our bedroom.

"Olivia!. Listen to me, will you!". He calls chasing after me but I didn't give him the time of the day.

Flinging our bedroom door open, I moved towards the drawer across the room, opened it as I searched frantically for those papers I'd always had with me for when this day would come. Divorce papers.

I'd always contemplated on whether I should divorce Clinton or not as this wasn't the first time I'd caught him cheating but I've had enough of this toxic relationship that didn't seem to be going anywhere but bringing me more harm than good.

When my hands grabbed them, I threw it at Clinton's face as I said with as much bravado as I could muster. "Sign it".

"What is this?". Clinton questioned as I tilted my head to the side. "There's only one way to find out, don't you agree?"

I watched as he picked the paper from the floor as he read its content. According to my plan, Clinton was supposed to show signs of remorse, promise me that this would be the last time he does this to me but rather he'd said---"Fine, I'll sign it"

I scoffed in disbelief as I watched him pick up a nearby pen and scribble his signature across the paper. It felt like a train had just run me over.

I clutched onto my chest as I found myself unable to breathe, tears clouding my vision on how he found it so easy to get rid of me.

"Aren't you even going to apologize?". I say in whispers. Choked up whippers.

"No, I'm not.". He responds by throwing the divorce papers at me. "This is for the best anyways. You've been very neglectful as a wife".

"I gave you my all, Clinton!". I yelled, the tears I'd desperately fought to hold back slowly seeped down my cheeks."Whenever you came back tired from work, I gave you space because you always felt choked up with work and I didn't want to intrude on you. Whenever you asked for anything at all, even my body, I gave it to you!".

"So what?!". Clinton barked, throwing his hands to the air as he was clearly upset. "Am I supposed to feel indebted to you for doing all those? Those were your duties as my wife!"

I scoffed. I couldn't believe I loved this man. "Then tell me something, what did those other girls of yours have that I don't?". Those words escaped my mouth  faster than my next breath. I couldn't believe that I was now comparing myself with his mistress.

"Everything, Olivia". He replied through gritted teeths. "They for one know how to pleasure me in bed unlike yo--". I cut him off with a slap right across his cheeks.

I was fighting a losing battle, I know that as much as anyone and never was I going to just stand there and listen to Clinton insult me. There was no point arguing with Clinton any further.

He'd proven that he was going to be an unapologetic jerk to the end and that had made me realize that I deserved better.

I've settled myself for less so much that I'd forgotten that I needed to be happy too. I wipe at my cheeks as I stomped out of the bedroom, with my car keys in hand as I hear Clinton yell from behind. "You'd better not come back to this house again or I swear to God, I will kill you!".

I ignore him as I make my way outside the house to the garage. There, I climb into my car, kicking the engine on as I make my way to my father's company to tell him about Clinton and I's divorce.

Exactly twenty minutes later, I arrived at the company and after ensuring that my car was well parked, I made my way to my father's office.

"Madam, good day. We weren't expecting you". Secretary Bessy, father's secretary says the minute she spots me.

"This is a surprise visit. Is my father in?".

"Yes, should I inform him that you are---".

"No, there's no need for that. Thank you". I rapped lightly on my father's door and waited until he'd given me his permission before entering.

On walking in, I see father seated in his chair with a worried expression on his face and his gaze heavily fixated on a document in his hand.

"Father". I call out with his smile as he tears his gas away from the document to look at me.  

"My daughter. To what do I owe this surprise visit to?". Father says in all smiles as he alights from his chair and walks towards me, wrapping me in a warm embrace.  

"Father..." I stuttered, unable to look father in the eye but somehow finally did.  "I’ve finally divorced my husband.”

He pulled away from me as my heart sank in, the reaction on his face one I knew too well, “what did you just say, Olivia?” He questioned.

“Clinton and I, we’re divorced.” I repeated, raising my head to look at him.

A hug, a warm hug from my father was what I'd expected but surprisingly he'd given me a hot smack right across my cheeks.