Divorced

Sabrina's POV

I stood in front of Chadwick Industries—Haynes company, staring at a blank space. I could have sworn I had sighed a million times in less than an hour. 

I had gone to the house in search of Haynes but he wasn't there, therefore I wasted no time in coming to the place where I would surely find him—His office. I have to beg him and I surely would. 

I had stood frozen for minutes and then made up my mind to make the bold move of entering the company. My feet moved and my body followed, with that, I made my way to Haynes Chadwick's office. My heart hammered in my chest with each passing floor in the elevator as I waited for the elevator doors to open. 

I wondered if he would still help me out. I'm still his wife, we haven't got divorced yet. He wouldn't just cut me off completely right? My thoughts spiralled as fear gripped me because I was unsure of what would happen in that office. But one thing felt certain above the others, I was surely going to get kicked out. 

I stopped in front of the secretary who quickly stood up to greet me. I rarely stepped into the company to visit my husband but our marriage was quite known to the public so the secretary had no difficulty recognizing me. 

"Welcome ma'am" she greeted, her tone polite.

 I forced a smile, though my lips trembled. 

"Is Mr. Haynes Chadwick in?" I asked. Right! I should start getting used to calling him by his name and not the term "husband". 

"Yes ma'am, this way" The secretary said as she led me into the office. Just as the door opened, I spotted Haynes sitting in front of his desk as he goes over some paperwork. He lifted his gaze to meet mine and his face suddenly changed. 

He wasn't glad to see me. 

I hesitated for a while before I entered the room and all through, his gaze was on me. 

"Haynes—" Too bad, he cut me off. 

"If you are here to beg me, then it's of no use. It's better you leave now" he said, his voice cold and harsh. 

The words hit harder than I expected, like a slap across the face. My throat burned but I swallowed it down. 

"Please....just please. We can get a divorce. I'm okay with it but please.....not my reputation" I begged, tears falling freely off my eyes. 

"Listen Sabrina. It's done and it can't be undone. Besides, I don't want to see you holding an important place in the society because you will only be a threat for me in the future" The words sinked in and my stomach twisted. My fists clenching at my sides. It took everything in me not to curse Haynes out loud. 

"Right! The divorce.." He paused as he stood from his desk taking a paper out of an envelope and tossed it to my side. 

"Sign it" 

I glanced over the paper and even though I had been anticipating it, it still made my heart burn. Divorce papers. 

He's truly divorcing me—Not after two years of enduring everything with him. 

"Don't do this, I'm begging you, Haynes" I whispered as I slowly went down on my knees, dropping my handbag beside me on the marble floor, letting go of the last shreds of my pride, my ego. For a moment, I prayed I wouldn't regret it. I hoped he'd reconsider. 

To my surprise, Haynes laughed. Turning me into a laughingstock who was begging at his feet. Alas! I regretted kneeling. I shouldn't have come in the first place but I had a bit of hope. However, Haynes ended up letting me down. 

"What would you do next?? Wipe my shoes with your lips?? C'mon do it! It won't change anything though" he said, his voice dripping with amusement. 

A fresh wave of humiliation crashed over me as I dug my nails into my palms. I reached for my bag and helped myself to my feet. He ridiculed me and I wouldn't forgive him for this. 

"Enough of your ruckus, Sabrina. Sign the papers and leave, we are done. Camilla would arrive any moment from now" he said, further shattering my ego. I bet he never talked about me in front of anyone like this, he never anticipated my arrival but here he was, going on and on about Camilla. 

"You will regret this, Haynes Chadwick" I said, and printed my signature on the papers, with that, I stormed out of the office in tears. I sobbed quite loud till I got into the elevator. 

Just as the elevator doors were closing, a foot jammed in between them, stopping the elevator from closing. 

The scent of something dark, musky and strangely familiar invaded my senses. My body stiffened. 

My eyes trailed up and widened in utmost shock. Hell! I don't want to believe this. 

A smirk on his face, his broad tattooed arms holding the elevator doors, his eyes laced with something I couldn't explain. 

"Long time no see Rina" he said as he made a full entrance into the elevator. 

Luca McCorkindale—My ex-fiancé. 

I never expected this, I wouldn't have imagined ever seeing him again for the rest of my life. Out of fear, or rather shock, I ran out of the elevator hoping it'd close before he made a move to run after me but Luca ran out after me immediately, grabbing me by my arms as he quickly succeeded in pinning me to the wall, just right beside the elevator. 

"Scared?? I won't bite" Luca teased as he tipped my chin up. I gulped, unable to say anything. 

"Why...why are you here??" I stuttered, finally finding my voice as fragments of memories from my past with him resurfaced. 

"You look like you just cried" he said, dodging my question as his fingers trailed up my face, wiping the tears away. 

His touch. 

My breath caught, my heart started beating like the skin of a drum and my palms started growing sweaty. 

Yes, the kind of effect only Luca's touch can have on me. I must be crazy, I was supposed to shove his hands away, push him off me but I didn't do anything. I couldn't. 

"That's none of your business" I said, my voice sharp and clear. 

"You know I hate it when people hurt you" he continued. I wished he'd stop, let me go and go his way but something in me also wanted to keep him here. 

"Let me go, Luca. I have more urgent businesses to attend to" I said, and pushed him back hoping I'd finally be able to get away from his grasps but he didn't flinch and only trailed his fingers lower, down to my lips. 

"Don't you miss me?" He asked, and I could have sworn I stopped breathing for a moment. It was a question—a question that surely required a "No" answer but I found it hard to say it. 

"But I missed you" he whispered and before I could react, he crashed his lips against mine. 

My ex-fiancé, kissing me, right in my husband's company. 

He must be crazy—hell! I must be the crazy one for wanting to kiss him back.