4- Signature

There was a brief moment of silence and then Tiffany chuckled from behind while Michael sighed.

"Is this your way of trying to get me back?" Michael asked indifferently, his expression remaining unfazed.

"I'm telling the truth."

"Like when you cheated?" Michael asked.

I wasn't cheating on you," Diane told him, hoping he would somehow feel the sincerity she held.

Michael folded his arms and crouched down a bit, making Diane press her back to the wall firmly, the same way he had done to her back at the office.

It was almost like he enjoyed feeling dominant in front of her and it tore her apart that despite everything, she still craved Michael desperately. She wanted him, she wanted his hands on her, in her, all over her. She wanted to feel his warm touch, his veiny arms, their sweaty bodies intertwining, his thighs rubbing against her while his moans echoed in her ears.

But no. It was like he was aware she was this in love with him. So he deprived her of them all instead.

"Haven't touched you since a month after the wedding so who are you pregnant for, Diane?" It was also the way her name rolled off his tongue, easily, masculine-y, sexily. Like she could listen to it all day.

"You. I'm pregnant for you." She replied, somehow managing to lock gazes with him this long without quivering.

The corners of his eyes wrinkled and he straightened up, a side smile on his lips, "Of course I divorce you and you become pregnant hours later, Diane.

"I'm telling you the truth -"

"Yeah and it's a miracle, isn't it?"

"Michael."

Michael laughed suddenly finding the situation amusing. "Even the Bible's Virgin woman needed a holy spirit before she could get convinced."

"Michael, we had sex," Diane argued, almost shouting her eyes off. "The night you came back drunk."

"Is this enough people for you to announce those lies to?" Michael asked gesturing to him and Tiffany at his table behind. "Or do you need a larger audience? I could hold a meeting in five."

Tiffany's shrilled laughter pierced through Diane's heart, causing her eyes to well up with tears.

She couldn't believe that not only had Michael slept with her when drunk, but he couldn't even remember doing it at all and as if there wasn't already enough lies she still had to prove her innocence for, he was additionally convinced she was lying about being pregnant as well.

"Get out of my office before I loose it on you, your presence disgusts me." He concluded before going back to Tiffany and ignoring her.

He sat on his seat, relaxing into it while she watched, "Since you are not going to give us the privacy, if you find pleasure in this too, you might as well watch us."

With that, he grabbed Tiffany's waist making her yelp in excitement. He traced his hand to her thighs and then under her mini skirt, pulling her to him and positioning her to fit on his d*ck perfectly.

They both moaned at the gesture while Tiffany stuck out a tongue at Diane.

She hurried out of the office and out of the building just as she crashed into Nathan again.

"Diane, must be my lucky day meeting you twice in less than twenty four hours. Why are you crying?"

"Can you take me to my hotel? I'll tell you everything on the way."

"Sure."

By the time they had reached outside her hotel room, she was done explaining things to Nathan.

"I mean I don't know why Michael would do that." Nathan replied, remorse clouding his face.

Diane studied his face, feeling the urge to suddenly hurt Michael and get over him. Michael had been the only guy she had looked at for almost seven years but if he was going to have sex with another woman right in front of her, then she could do the same with another man.

"I'm sorry Nathan for this and I'd probably regret it later," With that, she smashed her lips against his.

* *

Diane sat up, naked under the sheets with Nathan sleeping, snoring softly beside her.

She had just f*ucked her husband's best friend.

She looked at the divorce papers which were sitting on the table and moved over to it, grabbing it to look at Michael's signature neatly above his name while hers stayed empty, waiting for her.

Maybe if she convinced Michael the baby was his, maybe he would want her back. Maybe she just had to show him the proof and that would do it.

She remembered the charity event that was taking place that night and decided she just needed to meet Michael, at least one last time.

Immediately, she went in, had her shower and dressed up, all while Nathan still lay on her bed. The guilt did start to creep in and she felt it suddenly over weighing her but that was not important, at least not yet.

When she was done with her hair and makeup, she grabbed the brown envelope containing the divorce papers and with one last look at Nathan, she left the room.

She went to the event place since she had asked Nathan about it earlier when they were in the car.

And just as she stepped into the richly decorated white and gold venue, the little crowd were all with their champagne glasses waiting for Michael who was on the stage to make a toast.

She clutched the envelope in her hand tightly as Tiffany came to stand beside Michael, grinning widely.

Michael took the microphone, pulling Tiffany close to himself as his eyes rested on Diane. "I take this as a beautiful moment to announce my engagement to Tiffany Lucks. Cheers."

The crowd cheered to it, some clapping while they clicked their glasses together excitedly.

Diane could swear she saw a smirk appear on Michael's lips as she turned away, the hurt aching in her chest like a ticking bomb ready to explode.

She was done with him forever. She signed the papers, dropping it on the floor of the venue as her feet carried her outside the building. Her eyes blurred from the tears and then they started to flow down her face freely.

Her feet urged her further into the busy traffic mindlessly. The lights from the different cars that illuminated the dark night together with the traffic lights, shone on her face almost blinding her.

In the next minute, she was swept off her feet. Only that now it wasn't accompanied by that wicked feeling called love, instead it was accompanied by screeching horns, light flashes, few voices in the background and a vehicle colliding with her body.

Then everything went blank.