Chapter 5

Timofel could sense that something was wrong yet he kept mute and hoped that Asa signed the divorce paper as soon as she can. 

"I can't sign the divorce papers," Asa said sadly. 

"What are you talking about? Do you want money? My master have more than enough, shall I write you a blank cheque?" He asked. How dare he go back to Biden Hali to report such bad news; that this woman refused to sign. 

"It's not about money. It's about fulfilling my dead's father wish. I won't sign." 

Timofel scoffed, "your dead father's wish? Did you forget my master and I, alongside his bride came to your company to get a wedding gown? Do you know how heartbroken my master's fiancée will be when she finds out that my master can't marry her again." 

"I am not signing this divorce paper, Mr. Timofel." She said determinedly. 

"In that case, I can promise you the most miserable life anyone on earth won't pray for." Timofel threatened. 

"Mr. Timofel, I think you should now leave my house." 

Timofel stood angrily, took the divorce paper from her table and walked out. 

Asa sighed and slump to the backrest of the chair with her eyes shut. 

That same night, she moved into Biden Hali's house with Alfred. She and Alfred walked into the room that had been given to them. Alfred asked, "mom, is this where we will be living now?" 

"That's right." She answered. "But don't worry, no harm will come to you."

Alfred nodded, together, they were able to arrange their new room. 

She didn't see Biden Hali until she fell asleep. 

She woke the following morning and did her usual morning routine then took her son to his school but on getting to work, she had two letters awaiting her. One was a quit notice by the owners of the building her company is occupying, telling her to evacuate the building she was staying in a week. Then the second letter was an offer from the biggest design company in and out of the country, they offered to pay her twice the networth of her company, that is if she can come to work for them for a period of time in which they would also pay her an additional agreed amount of money monthly. 

She knew that these two letters connected somehow, the company that wants to buy her company and wants her to work for them are obviously the same company behind the quit-notice she received from her Landlord. 

Definitely, some powerful people were trying to get to her. It will be unwise to fight with these people, whoever they are. She has her skill, that's all that matters. She then decide to sell the company, at least, she would have enough money in her account to always start up again should the company she's about working for not favor her. 

The following day, she was at this big company popularly known as Bee Designs. Twice the networth of her company had been wired to her bank account and she had signed to resume work the following week in the company. It's a win-win for herself and this company. 

Then she returned home. She was to resume work on the first day of the following week so she would just use the remaining days of this week to rest and read about the codes and conducts of the new company she would be working for. As she sat in the living room, she couldn't help but wonder if this was how her marriage for another one year will be. Will she be in solitude for this one year? 

The door opened with full force all of a sudden and she looked towards the direction at once. It was as if a thief was trying to enter the house, yet, it wasn't a thief, it was Biden. He was here alone, his face as cold as ice, he looked extremely angry, like a lion that was ready to devour it's prey. 

As he walked up to where she sat, she stood at once and greeted, "you are welcome." 

He grabbed her by her chin and slammed her to the wall, he gritted his teeth hard in anger and pressed her chin hard as if he would pull out her teeth. 

Pain surged through her entire mouth and tears rushed down her face, "please...let me...be," she managed to say. 

He removed his hand and while thinking she was free, his hand grabbed her by the neck, tightening his hand around it, "you deserve death!" 

She began to gasp for breath, slapping his hand and praying to survive. Luckily, he removed his hands. "It's not too late to sign the divorce paper." He took a step back and said. 

"I can only sign it after one year, forgive me." She said. 

"Okay." He said like someone that had agreed. "Come with me." 

She followed him obediently outside and then to where the pool was, she wondered what he was up to. 

He suddenly pushed her inside the pool, unfortunately for her, she couldn't swim. She began to struggle to stay afloat in the deep pool, "it's easy, sign the fucken divorce paper and let me marry my woman." He said. 

He watched as she struggled again and again, trying to survive, at the end, she lost consciousness. He dived inside the pool and carried her out. Took a while before she came back to consciousness, vomiting excess water over and over again. 

"For how long will you keep punishing me?" 

"For as long as you insist on not signing the divorce paper," then he walked away from her. 

She picked her weak self up and walked inside. For her father, she will endure. One year isn't far. She will do this for her father. 

On getting inside, she saw him walking half naked to the kitchen, his head to the waist was bare while he wore only a trouser but as he walked, something caught her attention, it was a big scar at the middle of his back. The only person who has this scar was her childhood lover, Lev. Actually, she was the reason behind that heavy scar. Lev was the little boy she was in love with when she was eleven, they had dated for two years in pure Innocence making all sorts of unforgettable promises to eachother. But Lev suddenly dissapeared from her life with no traces of where to be found. 

Was he Lev? Can't be. He doesn't look like Lev in anyway. 

Nonetheless, she called the name out, "Lev!"