Strangest Way To Get Divorced

~Victor~

I lingered in the car after I arrived home late at night, staring at the divorce paper in my hands. 

My signature and that of Isabelle’s were close to one another, and it reminded me of our wedding certificate; it had been exactly like it, but now, I could not even recall where the certificate was, and maybe that was the problem.

This felt like a bad dream that I really wanted to wake up from badly, because never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Isabelle would grow the balls to demand for a divorce, let alone pursue it till the end. Her confidence in that courtroom was etched in my mind like art.

After I left the court, I went to the office, but I could barely concentrate on anything, so I left, but I couldn’t come home either. I didn’t want to come home just yet, so I went to the golf club and spent the remaining hours of the day there.

“This is a very late time to be returning home, Victor,” Laura, Victor’s mother stated firmly the moment I entered the well-furnished and large living room, startling Victor.

The living room was dimly light, so I had assumed that everyone had gone to bed. In truth, I had come this late so that I would not have to deal with anyone tonight.

“I had a busy day at the company,” I lied.

My mother stared deeply at me. “Your secretary informed me that you arrived later this afternoon, but you barely stayed at the office for up to an hour,” Laura said firmly, an indication that she knew damn well that I was lying to her.

“So you now ask my staff members to snitch on me?” I asked, displeased, and already making a mental note to caution my secretary, or probably issue her a query.

“I put her there so that she could give me the information I want, and when I want it,” Laura said.

She wasn’t in any way about to hide the fact that she intentionally planted the secretary there to monitor me, because she was not remorseful or ashamed that she did.

However, I was not only surprised, but I was extremely angry. “Mum, that is not right!” I said, my voice hitting the roof, not minding that it was almost midnight. “I am not a child, and this is very embarrassing,” I said, and meant it.

I was a full grown man and the last thing I expected to happen to me was my mother planting a spy on me. I could not exactly remember how my secretary managed to come about, and that was because all employments were handled by the HR department, except for special occasions, and if I had known that my mother would do this, I would have handpicked my secretary myself.

“Ever since you went against my wish and married Isabelle, I needed to be sure that you were not doing anything stupid,” Laura explained tightly.

“Anything stupid like what?” I asked.

“Like spending the family’s wealth on a lowlife like her, Victor!” Laura said. “For goodness sake, there are thousands of beautiful girls from the upper class chain whose family commands respect and authority, and you settled for that trash?” Laura added, her own anger building.

“That was four years ago,” I reminded my mother painfully.

I have had to endure the torture of being told that I left gold for stone when I married Isabelle instead for good four years, and I had hoped that my mother would stop taunting me with it as time flew by, but she just never did.

“And see where that decision of ours had landed this family! You have reduced the Walters’ family almost into nothingness because of your association with a nobody,” Laura whined bitterly. “Well, thank goodness that Sara came into the picture,” she added.

“And I hope you would stop drumming it into my ears now,” I said dully.

I just wanted to get to my room and take a look at the divorce paper again, but with the way my mother was going, that seemed unlikely. Heck, I did not even get the chance to talk to Isabelle one last time, and when I tried, she had treated me like a piece of trash.

“Speaking of Sara, she was here all evening waiting up for you,” she told me.

“What for?” I asked with utter disinterest and my mother noticed immediately.

“Victor, do not speak of your wife-to-be in such manner. “You should be excited that the mistake you made is being corrected, and even better because she is carrying your child…a Walters child,” my mother said.

I really wasn’t cut out for this at all. The last thing I wanted to talk about was another woman when I still held my divorce paper in my hand and the thoughts of Isabelle now flooding my mind. I had been wondering where she might have gone, and even how she had been able to pull the whole divorce process off, because I knew that she had no access to money; my family had ensured that.

“Not now, mum,” I said weakly, pleased with myself for taking the decision to stay out later than necessary, otherwise I would have had to deal with exactly what I was running away from.

Maybe I should have insisted on talking to Isabelle, because it was obvious that she had lost her mind and she had no idea whatsoever what she was doing, but then again, that would have meant subjecting myself to the disrespect and embarrassment she was dishing out to me.

“Why is that?” My mum asked.

“Because the divorce between Isabelle and I was finalized today!” I blurted out, letting a bit of my pain and anger show, but my mum was oblivious to this, as her mood instantly switched to excitement.

“That is some fantastic news!” She said instead.

I shook my head and opened my mouth to speak, but Mona, who had been standing on the stairs beat me to it.

“Before you start getting excited, mum, remember that a divorce is usually a fifty-fifty wealth split,” Mona said, ruining Laura’s mood instantly.

I hadn’t thought of that at all, and instantly, I checked the papers, even though my lawyer had declared it okay.

Much to my astonishment, right there in the divorce papers, Isabelle stated that she wanted nothing to do with my money, which meant that she divorced me without taking a dime from me.

“She didn’t take a dime from us,” I informed my mum and Mona, and they mouths also dropped open in shock.