Chapter 2

“Jordan….Jordan,” I begged as he pulled me by my hair out of the house.

“Jordan I swear these are all fake!” I choked out.

“Someone’s trying to frame me!”

He rationed dragging me once we were at the door and threw my head back.

I nearly hit it against the tile floor but steadied myself.

“Do these look edited to you?!” He held the pictures to my face and waved them frantically.

“You’ve been cheating on me all this time! That’s why you haven’t been able to give me a child, because you’ve been sleeping with someone else.”

“That’s not true….its all a lie. You know I would never do that to you, we’ve been together for so long, and I’d never do that to you.”

But no matter how I managed to beg to talk sense to him he wasn’t listening.

Karla came back down with my luggage and flinged it through the ajar front door.

She climbed back up to get the rest of my belongings.

“It’s Karla!” I pointed at her as she ran upstairs. “She did this, she’s trying to ruin our marriage Jordan!”

I grabbed his trousers but he only kicked me off.

“Get the fuck off me!” He growled.

“I guess my mother was right, you were only here for the money. You married me for my money while you whored around with different men!”

“Jordan…”

“Was I a joke to you? Was this marriage a joke?!” He grabbed me by my arm this time and dragged me out.

Karla came back down with the last item I owned and tossed it along with the pile behind me. I flinched when it hit the ground loudly.

Before she could go back inside I quickly stood to my feet and pulled her hair.

“How could you!” I lamented. “I brought you into my marriage because I trusted you to be beside me as my mate, but you’re trying to get rid of me. How could you!”

“Let go of me!” She tried to free herself from my grasp but I wasn’t letting go of her hair.

Eventually Jordan grabbed my arms and slapped me. Hard.

I froze right there and then.

Jordan had never slapped me before. In fact he had never raised his voice at me, not since Karla came into our lives.

My cheek began to burn a second later, it was so hot and painful that it piled with my heartbeat.

The taste of metal filled my mouth immediately and I realized in that moment that I had bitten my tongue.

The room fell silent. Even Karla had stopped her fake moaning and crying.

My finger trembled when I brought it to the place he had given me the slap.

I stared at the man in front of me, the man I called my husband.

He was breathing hard, eyes wide like he had just realized what he did was uncalled for.

I saw him move. Hands stretched and feet ready to walk to me but Karla stopped him instantly.

He turned to her and opened his mouth but closed it when Karla brought her free hand to her stomach.

This time I didn’t try holding back the salt stained liquid that fell out of my eyes. “How could you?” I shivered.

“Mai…” he started but couldn’t finish.

Karla walked inside the house but reappeared almost immediately.

She handed me a document with the words “divorce” boldly written all over the paper.

I looked between them both.

“Is this what you want?” The question was directed to Jordan but Karla answered instead.

“Yes. It’s what’s best for the child. We can’t have someone like you ruining his peace.”

I didn’t want to give Karl the satisfaction of knowing she pushed me out of the marriage. I didn’t want her to think that she was responsible for my decision.

And I also wanted Jordan to know that I was done with him.

I wanted him to know just how much of a terrible stupid decision he had made.

I took the one from Karla and with unsteady hands I signed the divorce papers.

She held the paper up and grinned from ear to ear while Jordan gave a small ghost of a smile.

I looked at him one more time, letting him soak this up, so he could remember these moments for the rest of his life.

“We’ve also decided to give you the sum of three billion dollars. Something small to start up your life—”

“Keep it.” I cut Karla off. “I don’t need anything from you.”

Karla scoffed.

“Goodbye, Jordan.” I smiled coldly. “I hope one day you realize what you’ve lost. But until then, enjoy your marriage.”

“You think you’ll survive on your own without this money? You think you’re some big shot?” Karla mocked.

“Who are you going to rely on? Your drunk of a mother? Or your nowhere to be found father?”

“Karla…” Jordan tried to calm her down.

Without looking back I gathered all my things she had thrown out and called a cab.

As the cab drove out of the house I watched Jordan lift Karla up and twirl her around.

Would I survive without Jordan’s money or support?

I scoffed.

“Watch me.”